Paul Gable - Raped daughter, roped mother

Wendy jerked her head from side to side, her long blonde hair splashing over her throat. She blushed with shame and fear. The awkward position her body had been bent into stretched her spine.

"Oh no, no, you're crazy!" she gasped, her ass bouncing against the mattress. "You won't get away with this. You can't."

Brad only chuckled at her vain attempts to tear her wrists and ankles free.

"You're not goin' anywhere, Wendy. You're gonna stay right here and fuck your brains out… that is, when I get through tenderizing you a little."

Moving her head around and peering over her raised thigh, she saw Brad backing down from the bed. His eyes were still fastened on his handiwork.

Brad turned and stooped to pull at the belt on his trousers, tugging it free from the loops, then holding it firmly on the buckled end. He moved back up to the bed and rubbed the leather against his thighs. His lips still held that evil smile she feared.

"Ever wonder about pain and pleasure? Ever wonder about how they're the same thing, just different sides of the coin?"

Wendy shook her head rapidly. Her breathing became rapid and shallow, while beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She felt sick.

No, there wouldn't be a strangling here. But he was going to hurt her, she realized. He was going to make her flesh burn with his belt.

"You can't… just can't do this… it's not right," she panted, her nostrils flaring, her eyes wide with growing horror.

He said nothing more. His arm jerked back in a savage movement. The belt snapped over his head, sounding like a small pistol shot.

Wendy flinched and tugged her thighs, trying to draw them together while her eyes focused in on that descending strip of black leather. There was a hissing sound, followed by the dry, smacking report of his belt slicing into her flesh.

The woman snapped her eyes shut and threw back her head. She parted her lips and let out a terrible squeal of pain and fear. The belt made her flesh sting and burn. It kept burning long after the leather slid off her skin and dangled against Brad's thighs.

"You beast," she whimpered, blinking away more tears.

He only smiled more grimly at her. The sound of his heavy, panting breathing filled the room. This was what he wanted.

Wendy pulled at her silken bonds, feeling the material dig cruelly into her wrists and ankles. Even more blood was cut off from flowing into her fingers and toes.

"Nooo…" she wailed.

He was drawing the belt up again. She tried edging away, curling back into a small ball. It was impossible. He had bound her well, keeping her open to his blows.

There was an awful moment of silence, followed by a hissing sound. She tensed, her muscles spasming against her flesh. Then she heard the smacking sound again, followed quickly by another.

Brad whipped an X on her asscheeks with the belt. He laughed as she screamed and rolled up a little higher on the bed. Her toes curled, cramping, the nails digging into the headboard.

"Aaaaahahhhh!" Wendy cried.

There was another slashing blow, and then another. Her asscheeks pranced frantically against the mattress, her tits slapping together from the force of his blows. Tears sprang to her eyes, dampening her cheeks.

Brad was going a little mad now, lashing his belt over the soles of her feet.

"Oh stop, stop," she panted, hardly able to get the words out.

She tried kicking out, attempting to do something to protect her body. But no move was possible. She could only wail and beg him to stop as the belt kept lashing across her asscheeks, heating her assglobes until they burned.

"Ughhh…" she moaned.

His target now seemed to be the arch of her foot. Brad was purposely slowing his strokes, timing them to strike when the woman didn't expect it.

The sensitive flesh of her foot felt as if it might be bleeding. In her confusion, Wendy thought that his relentless belt had crushed the small bones inside her foot. She beat her face against the pillow, her wails turning into shrieks.

Wendy felt the silken cords binding more deeply into her wrists and ankles. Her thighs cramped from the awkward position he had roped her into.

Brad was flogging her with his belt now, beating the backs of her knees, her full thighs. Finally, he was smacking the leather against her asscheeks again and again. His breath was whistling, and she heard him grumbling something in between the slamming sounds of his belt against her flesh.

"Ohhhhh!" Wendy shrieked.

"Fuckin'… ughhhh… yeah, buy it, slut, buy it!" he shouted.

"Oh don't… stop it, stop it!"

Wendy could barely scream out the words. The pain was growing worse and worse as the belt slapped angrily against her body. Soon his belt was everywhere, hitting her face, her tits, her legs, her thighs. The silken ropes bit more cruelly into her wrists and ankles as the desperate woman tried struggling away from the surging pain.

Brad's beating seemed to change now. The belting continued, the long piece of black leather slicing again and again into her white flesh. But Brad began touching her cunt with his other hand, smoothing his knuckles against her angry, red pussylips. Then he became more brutal, actually gripping her cunt flesh.

Wendy screamed, jerking her head from side to side. Her long, blonde hair danced over her tits and throat. She could feel his fingernails tearing into her soft flesh. The folds of her pussy were inflamed by what was happening.

"Ughhh!"

"Bitch!" Brad yelled as he beat and lashed her, grabbing more of her cunt.

The woman's voice shrilled higher, her body wriggling up on the bed while her toenails scraped against the wall behind. She wanted to die, to disappear somewhere here in the bedroom.

But the ropes were holding all too well, the silken bonds cutting her flesh while his belt found all the sensitive spots on her body. His clawing hand was drawing new sensations from her overheated pussy.

Wendy gasped and moaned, tensing her thigh muscles, relaxing them, then tensing them once more. Slowly, she felt the beating stop. Wendy sagged in her bonds, her head turned to one side, her mouth opened and letting out groans of thanks.

She heard his belt drop to the floor. Now Wendy could concentrate on what was happening between her splayed thighs. She felt his fingers still tearing at her cunt flesh. She could feel her juices running molten hot in her cunt.

Peering around her knees, she could see his huge cock, his long, blue-veined prickmeat bloated with excitement. He was going to fuck her after having beaten her half senseless with his belt, Wendy thought. She was dizzy with fright, pain and excitement!

"Don't worry about it, baby, you're gonna be okay with this mother. I'm gonna make you feel real good," he said, reaching down and grabbing a handful of her cunthairs and yanking them out.

"Yagggghhhh!" Wendy shrieked, her body jerking as if touched by a live electric wire.

Wendy's joints and arms ached from the awkward position Brad had tied her in. She tried adjusting her legs, tried rolling her ass back to ease the tension in her limbs. But nothing she did could make her more comfortable.

"Please… untie me," she begged, peering up at the big stud.

"Why?"

Wendy paused, swallowing down her fear.

"It hurts… hurts being like this," she moaned.

The muscular brute only laughed at her. He ran his fingers over her asscheeks and smacked his lips, then drew back and rubbed more pre-cum over his bulbous prickhead. The bed sagged as Brad inched his way toward the moaning woman.

"Gonna fuck you good, bitch. Gonna fuck you 'til you can't walk for a week."

The words terrified Wendy. She wriggled on the bed once more, her breathing becoming shallow and raspy again. Her chest tightened and her mouth became as dry as cotton.