Paul Gable: Daughter and mother in bondage

"Go for it, man, eat up that muff!" Ed encouraged.

"Don't have to tell me how," Brad whispered, his fingers digging into the muscles of her inner thighs.

Anna groaned. She watched as Brad's head moved down, down between her spread thighs. He was going to put his mouth on her cunt! He was going to tongue her, going to suck her!

Anna screamed through the gag again, jerking her ass up as much as she could, trying to twist her cunt away from his mouth. But Brad held her firmly, the ropes groaning from the movements of her body.

Anna felt his breath blowing on the curls of her pussy. He was touching her lower belly with his tongue now, drawing the warm moist tip along the fringe of her pussy hair, then sliding it down, down one side of her pussy.

She could feel his nose pressing against her pussy mound, and she let out another shuddering groan of revulsion.

"She don't like you too much, Brad," Ed commented with a chuckle.

"Give 'er time."

Anna struggled, trying to scream. His tongue… that tongue was licking her now, licking up and down the undersides of her legs, then sliding up to the bottom junction of her cuntlips. He was spreading her asscheeks apart a little farther, his jagged fingernails scraping her sensitive, sweaty asscrack while his tongue poked and teased her outer cuntlips.

No, this is vile, filthy! Anna told herself again and again as Brad persisted in his mouth-fucking of her pussy.

His fingers now drew up to either side of her cunt, spreading it open, tugging the lips stickily apart. Anna let out another groan, her tendons ridging against her thigh flesh.

"Ohhhhhh, yeahhhhh…" Brad gasped.

And, as the seconds ticked by, a subtle change was happening. Was it the ropes? Was it the feeling of helplessness, the knowledge that there was nothing she could do about what was happening? Anna didn't know, and would never really understand why she gave into Brad's tonguing. Maybe it was the smooth, silky rub of his lips as they forced her cuntlips apart. It was a sensation she had never imagined.

There was a such a hot, tingly sensation, a kind of itchy thrill that was getting more intense and more concentrated with each passing second. She began straining upward in her bonds, the ropes groaning again while her belly seemed to swell with excitement.

"Yeah, man, knew she couldn't resist my tongue… man, I got the hottest mouth in Pasadena," Brad said, pulling back for a second while rubbing her clit.

It was as if someone had set fire to her pussy! Anna groaned, bouncing her ass against the workbench, hating herself for feeling the wild rush of sensations coursing through her body, scorching her veins. She felt the hot juices of her pussy flooding out, wetting down her cuntal curls as his tongue began licking and lapping at her cuntlips!

"Nnnnnnffffff!"

Brad was doing more than just kissing her pussy now. He began stiffening his tongue, fucking it into her hot little hole, touching all the most sensitive spots of her pussy.

Anna stiffened, her muscles tensing. But then a hot thrill washed over her the moment his tongue touched the base of her stiffening clit. Then any thought of fright or embarrassment washed away, evaporated under her rising arousal. Anna felt her body turning on to what was happening. The horror was melting away, disappearing under the oral ministrations of the elder Rudd brother.

"Unnnfnnfnfffffff!"

His strong fingers sank into her thighs just above each knee. He was spreading her apart inch by tingling inch while his tongue flicked in and out, in and out of her convulsing pussy.

Anna started shifting her hips from side to side, feeling the rub of her cuntlips against one another. Each move was new, each motion an experiment for her as she felt the tingly thrills centered in the head of her clit. She had guessed fucking was one of the best things a person could do in this world, but she had never imagined that it could be like this!

"Unnnfnnfnfffff!"

"Hey, man, she sounds almost like she's gonna go," Ed warned.

"Don't worry. We'll take care of that," Brad reassured his brother, pulling back for a second and picking several blonde curls from between the gap in his front teeth.

Anna relaxed, her breathing becoming shallow, uneven. She could still feel Brad's awful tongue flicking in and out of her cunthole, touching those slick fold and hollows, then sliding up the insides of her outer cuntlips until it was touching her clit! That tiny sex center throbbed and pulsed under the slightest touch. She twisted her ass up, her muscles straining against the thick ropes while Brad kept licking her clit again and again.

"Baby, you got juice comin' outta you like there was no tomorrow," Brad commented, pushing one hand down between her legs.

Anna groaned, feeling his fingers corkscrewing into her pussy, then slipping out. He looked at the slickness coating his fingers, then moved his hand up to her nose. Anna smelled her pussy, smelled the pungent aroma of her cuntjuice. Wincing, she turned away, ashamed.

"Yeah, you got it comin' outta you. You need prick," Brad said, his voice husky.

"Maybe she needs two – you know, at the same time," Ed suggested, stepping out of his shorts. He scratched his balls, his long ten-inch cunt-splitter wagging back and forth.

"Let's calm the bitch down first," Brad replied.

They were talking about her as if she were some piece of meat, a whore they had paid to satisfy their own perverse desires. Anna twisted again in the ropes, fearing for her safety as Brad gave her a final cunt-lick and slid off the workbench.

"What you got in mind?" Ed chuckled.

Brad inhaled deeply, sucking in his lower lip and biting down as he looked at the girl thoughtfully. "Remember that chick down in Encino? The one who liked…"

"Yeah, yeah." Ed said, his eyes narrowing. "Then you do it. Man, I gotta calm down, or I'm gonna shoot my stuff all, over the place."

The girl in Encino? What were they talking about? Anna jerked her head up again, ignoring the pulling agony of her bound arms.

Ed drew a pack of Benson and Hedges from a drawer, tapping it against his hand. Slipping one cigarette into his mouth he lit it, flinging the smoking match to the floor.

Anna could smell the acrid aroma hanging in the air, mixing with all the other foul smells in the garage. It was getting difficult to breathe. The mounting excitement had added degrees to the already sweltering temperatures inside. It was like making love in an oven!

"It's pretty fuckin' hot in there already," Ed commented, pulling the cigarette from between his lips and letting out a thin blue-gray stream of smoke.

The smoke drifted into her eyes, making her cough and turn her head away.

"She could be a lot hotter, man…" Brad smiled. Brad's comment made Anna's body chill.

She would put nothing past these men. As little as she knew them, the girl guessed they were capable of anything. And now Ed was standing by her side, drawing the cigarette from his mouth a second time and blowing the pungent smoke in her face again. Her eyes stung and burned! Her nostrils felt as if someone had poured acid in them!

"This'll make you less willin' to fight us," Ed said, lowering the cigarette down to her right thigh.

Anna saw what he was doing. She whimpered, tugging at the ropes, the muscles cramping in her legs and arms. She could feel the heat coming from the burning cigarette, feel the pinpoint of warmth just above her right knee.

Glancing up, Anna saw that horrible, obscene glitter in Ed's eyes. He was enjoying this, loving the way she was whimpering, fighting against the ropes hopelessly while that cigarette came closer to her flesh.

There was a moment's pause, a second when Anna thought he would take the horrible thing away. A warm ash fell from the cigarette, making her flesh quiver.