Paul Gable - Mother and daughter in bondage

"Wh… what are you going to do with that thing?" Janice stammered, instinctively closing her legs together protectively.

"Don't worry. It ain't gonna go up your cunt, though you might wish it had."

Moving over to the workbench, Hank opened a dirty can of axle grease, slicked down the dildo, then moved up behind the woman and began spreading her asscheeks with one hand.

"Oh no, no, noooooo!"

She knew immediately what he was going to do and struggled with every inch of her will to escape it. Tensing her muscles, Janice threw her hips in one direction, then the other. Her eyes were wide with terror, her nostrils flaring while horrified sobs and screams escaped from her lips. She kicked and howled while Hank patiently waited, then, slapped her, finally cuffing the back of her head and knocking her senseless for a moment or two. That was all he needed. Janice groaned, her head having fallen forward. Yes, he was doing it, fucking her ass, shoving that metal, thing into her asshole. She groaned, feeling as if she were going to heave if he pushed any more of that dildo in her ass! Shoving back with her ass, the woman felt a growing, aching pain radiate out from the base of her spine to all parts of her body.

"Yagggghghhhhh!" she screamed at the sensation.

The grease helped some as Hank twisted four inches of that awful thing in her shitter before backing away. Oh, it was like having her body torn in two! Tears of shame and pain rushed down her flushed cheeks. This was horrible, awful. Nothing like it in the world had ever happened to her before!

"Now for something to make that all worth while," Hank said.

More wire, more attachments. She was starting to feel like one of those victims in a science fiction movie. Hank was screwing more wire, this time onto a hook at the base of the dildo. Then he was back to the bags, back to the clamps, fishing them out, and now moving up toward her cuntlips.

"No, oh, no, don't… not there, don't scar me there!" Janice cried, her eyes rounded with terror as she watched Hank open one of those clamps and move up toward her pussy. She jerked her thighs back shyly, folding one leg over the other and nearly pissing on herself from the rising excitement and horror.

"Come on, baby, it's gonna be one of the best feelings you ever had in your whole life," Hank said mockingly, reaching forward and curling his fist into her pussy hairs. He laughed one more time, then pulled out a handful of her blonde curls with one yank.

"Yaggghghhhhh!" the woman shrieked, her head snapping back while the pain shot through her like a thousand firecrackers exploding between her legs! Needles of incredible pain pricked every nerve ending in her pussy as the big stud snatched yet another fistful of her cunthairs. The big muscles in her ass and thighs cramped as the chains rattled around her head.

"Gonna be better now? Ain't gonna gimme any lip?"

"Ohhhhhhh, please, please."

Janice could say no more. She sobbed quietly, the big, hot tears rolling from her eyes and off her chin as she hung there like a slab of beef. Her nipples were blushing darkly, actually thickening and stiffening under the cruel bite of those clamps. He let her get used to the damps and dildo for a moment before opening a third clamp, then sliding it up over one cuntlip. The woman cringed, a hissing, shuddering breath escaping from her lips. She tensed, the cords sticking out from her neck while her fingers began tightening around the clanking chains. She could feel it, feel the metal rubbing against the wet warmth of her right cuntlip! No, he wouldn't, he couldn't touch her there, clamp that awful thing on her pussy the way he had clamped her tits!

But Hank did. Opening the small clamp all the way, he twisted it around, letting the tiny teeth snap shut slowly on her swelling right cuntlip. Moving quickly, the big stud did the same thing with a second clamp, letting it bite down into the warm, fleshy fold of her left cuntlip. Then there were more wires attached to more clamps until Hank declared he was through.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned.

"Like the Bride of Frankenstein… or somethin' like that," he muttered, admiring his handiwork.

Janice's body swung slowly from side to side, twisting in the drafts while the wires hung down at her sides. What was he going to attach them to? Was he going to attach them to anything, or was this just a ploy, something to terrify her with?

"Now, for the fun, man. I been thinkin' about this ever since I read some shit in a fuck book about it. It sounded real good… like somethin' I could fix up in my garage. See, I did!"

Janice watched as he walked back to his workbench, smoothing his fingers through his black hair, then bending halfway down. He was reaching into a cabinet at the bottom, pulling out something that made a heavy, scraping sound. Narrowing her eyes, fighting down the pain so she could concentrate a bit, Janice saw it was a round compact object with some kind of wheel to one side. On closer examination the woman realized to her horror that it was a portable generator, the kind her husband used to use whenever the power went out in their garage.

"The juice… the stuff that's gonna be your lover… at least for tonight," Hank explained, holding the piece of equipment in both hands, then walking over to a small table to one side. He cradled the generator almost lovingly, examining the various parts while Janice hung there helplessly.

If he would rape her again, if he would beat her again, she could understand that. That was something in the male, something that came out again and again. Even with her husband, Jack, Janice had noticed that caveman approach every now and then, the desire to hurt before satisfying himself in the sex act. But this… this was something straight out of some Nazi concentration camp, something out of the Dark Ages. And Hank was excited. Yes, she could see that, see that in his face, in the way he moved, in the fact that his cock was tenting up the front of his faded. Levi's!

"Yeah, everything's in workin' order," he pronounced, backing away and blowing off some dust that had gathered around the top. Eyeing the chained woman with another mirthless smile, Hank looked back at the small generator. "Bought this thing five years ago and used it only a couple of times. Never thought about usin' the Goddamned thing for something like this, though."

"Oh, no, no, nooo!"

Again Janice struggled, twisting her wrists in the leather cuffs, feeling the material chafing her bound flesh. She was only hurting herself, making things worse for herself. But what else could she do, hang there like a lamb willingly being led to the slaughter block?

Hank worked slowly, still humming that awful little tune while he twisted the various wires hanging from her tits, her ass and her cunt together, then joined them to the lead wire from the small generator to his right. Janice stopped her twisting movements, feeling her heart beating harder and faster while a fine coating of sweat broke out over her flesh, making her skin appear smooth as velvet. The clamps were like tiny shark's teeth tearing into her flesh! Even the subtle, slight additional weight of the wires made the pain so much worse.

"This here's an experiment, bitch," Hank said, attaching the final wire and going back to the small generator. "I ain't done nothin' like this before, though I read lots about it."

"Read? Oh, God, no, don't do it! Oh, please, you'll kill me… kill me if you turn that thing on," Janice begged.

He would electrocute her with that generator. Already, the terrified woman could feel the electricity coursing through her veins, frying up her flesh, turning her blue. And there would be nothing she could do about it. He must have soundproofed the walls or something, because all her sobbing, terrified cries brought no response… not even a responding bark from a nearby dog.