Paul Gable - Raped daughter, roped mother

"Now the feet."

He moved with grim, determination, sliding first the right, then the left ankle onto the forward cuffs. They were positioned in such a way that her knees were bent slightly up and out, revealing her cunt.

"This is insane!" she cried.

"Not really," Brad retorted calmly, turning around and opening the drawer of a cabinet which stood to one side. He dipped his hand in, then pulled out an assortment of various objects that looked like earrings.

"What?"

Brad moved down to her legs, tugging them wider apart. He took the first iron object, opened the screw, and centered it on her right cuntlip.

Wendy shivered at the cold touch of the metal and tried to snap her knees together. Brad barked at her, hitting the woman roughly on her knee. The pain and his command made her stop. She fought down a scream as the screw tightened, tightened until she thought he was going to tear her pussy lip with it.

"Now the other."

Wendy gritted her teeth in pain as he fastened the other screw to her left cuntlip, letting the heavy object pull her pussy wide open. She groaned, feeling helpless and exposed.

Brad went back to the drawer, fished around once more, and pulled out two more rings. He reached up to her tits. She felt the metal squeezing her nipples slowly into their grip.

"Uhhhh…" she whined as be screwed the devices tighter.

Wendy tried moving her body around, but the cuffs were scraping her chafed flesh, and splinters were stabbing asscheeks.

"Now, we'll start to have some fun, right?" he sneered.

As she watched helplessly, Brad disrobed, sliding the silk garment off his body.

The iron against her cunt and nipples was strangely exciting, adding a kind of sharp edge to her fear. Her cunt ran with pussy juice. Wendy's muscles were tense with fear and expectation. Her heart battered against her ribcage, and her pulse thundered in her ears.

He moved up, curled his fingers into a fist, then he punched her hard in the belly.

"Eeeeaaayaaaggghhh!" she shrieked, writhing madly on the bench.

The splinters tore more painfully at her asscheeks. The woman gasped for air, coughing and choking, fighting for her breath. Slowly, gradually, it returned.

"Just the start, Wendy, just the start."

She looked up at him, her belly hurting, her body tensing at the threat in his words.

"Go for it, bitch, go for it!"

"Yagggghhhhh!"

Brad had picked up a strip of leather from the drawer and began striking her with it. He created a pattern of red welts around her hips, matching the long red stripes still there from the earlier belting.

"Ohhhhh!"

Fires of sheer agony raged through the woman. She stared at the dirty ceiling, at the yellow lightbulb barely illuminating the small, dank area. The air stank with dampness and mold while Brad kept hitting her again and again with that strip.

"Uhghhhhh…"

"Beg for it, you fuckin' bitch. Beg for it, beg for my prick!"

He was growing more excited, aroused by his own words, his actions. He used the leather strip now on the tops of her nipples, hitting them as they stayed squeezed between the iron screws. Tears of shame and pain rolled freely down her cheeks.

"No, no! Oh God, God, you beast!" she shouted, twisting her head. "You animal, animal! I won't give in, I won't!"

Brad smiled at her. This was what he wanted, what he heeded. He threw himself down on her and ate at her mouth, stabbing his cock against her cunt.

"No, no, no!"

"Haven't had enough, right?" Brad asked, smirking down at her.

He raised his body slightly, rearing back, then whipped the flat of his hand against her face. Wendy's head jerked from the force of his blows, her flesh feeling the heat of his slaps.

Now, in spite of any agony connected with his blows, there was wonderful heat flaming through her. Upstairs, in his bedroom, the big stud had changed her, had made her a savage just as wild as he.

"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out! Go for it, go for it!"

He kept cursing Wendy, calling her names, names she now wanted to hear.

"God!" she moaned. "Ohhhhh…"

"By the time I get through with you, Wendy, you're gonna be waitin' to date me every fuckin' evening. And you know what?" he said, pausing for a second. "I'm gonna want you down here all the time."

"No, no, no!"

His body squirmed over hers, his cock sliding up and down the groove between her leg and belly. Brad was enjoying this teasing immensely. His tongue shot into her mouth, attacking every pink ridge inside while, at the same time, he gripped her hair and pulled. She was going wild with the pain, wild with the pleasure somehow connected to it.

"Uhhhhhh!" she cried in his mouth.

Wendy tasted his spit in her throat flames of wild thrills fanned higher in her body. She wanted more of this stimulation, more of his brutality and the pleasure she drew from it. Just the thought of being fucked by him after having endured so much at his hands drove her up the wall.

"Ughhhh…" Wendy moaned.

The pressure of the screws on her cuntlips and nipples made Wendy blush with lust. She wanted a cock, a fat prick inside her. She wanted Brad's cock, his juicy prickmeat to rub life into her cunt.

"Fuck… fuck…" she muttered.

Wendy had torn her mouth away from his, panting and gasping. She wanted to get fucked, to be fucked out of her mind. The iron scraped her wrists and ankles, the burning sensation of the leather strap stung her flesh. Everything inflamed her senses, twisting all her thoughts to one idea… fucking.

"Oh yeah, yeah, you want it bad, real bad, don'tcha?" he whispered mockingly in her ear.

"Oh yesssss," the woman hissed frantically. His fingers traveled all over her body, pausing to pinch her nipples. Then he used the flat of one palm to rub her clit.

Unholy lust filled her mind like a swelling cock fills a cunt. The image of getting fucked, of having her pussy stretched by his cock yet one more time, made Wendy gasp with delight. She was choking on her own spit from the growing excitement.

"Damn, damn!" Brad raved.

Her big tits heaved when his fingers concentrated on her sore nipples. She bit at him, only to have Brad shout back at her and slap her face. Her asscheeks started bouncing again, thumping wildly on the splintery workbench top.

This was much better than a soft bed. The firmness of the wood, the painful stabbing of those small, rotted pieces of wood pinching her white assflesh added somehow that much more enjoyment to her fucking. She loved everything that was happening to her. Just the thought of her pain added yet another degree to her already simmering cunt.

"… oooohhhh!" she sighed.

Then he was sitting on her chest, his knees pressing against her sides, his cock even with her mouth. Wendy could smell his musky prickmeat and the scent made her nostrils wrinkle with pleasure.

"Take it!"

She felt his fingers pulling at her hair again, felt his cockhead pressing against her lips, then sliding over her front teeth. The bulk of his prick rod forced her cheeks to puff out, and his balls rubbed over her chin. Brad's knees tightened against her sides. He grunted and licked his lips with delight.

"Oh yeah, baby, yeah, feel it, feel my cock in your mouth!" he crooned.

His knees were sliding back and forth, rubbing up against her ribs. His cock banged against the back of her throat. Wendy swallowed the steadily oozing pre-cum.

"Go for it, suck it, lick the bottom of my cock, you fuckin' slut."

While he spoke, Brad reached back and tugged at her cunthairs, puffing several out. He grabbed her clit between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it.

Wendy's screams gurgled around his diving prick, feeling terrible pain searing at her. More saliva and cum trickled back down into her throat, choking her, making, her cough and wheeze.