Paul Gable - Her mother in bondage

"Unnghhh! Ahhhhhh!"

Marcie spasmed with each pass of his dick over her clit. Jack's cum seemed to scorch her lips as more and more jizz spattered into her hole. The girl could feel the excess cum frothing around her labes, then oozing down her legs, mixing with her juices. She wished this could go on and on.

It was all over too soon.

Jack let out a long, shuddering sigh, pulling his prick out while still holding tightly onto the girl. Marcie was glad he held on. She didn't know if she could stay in that strained position for much longer. Her shoulders ached. And that delicious glow spreading all over her body was robbing her of strength. She just wanted to go somewhere and curl up and go to sleep. Marcie felt so weak, so tired, so sore!

"Bitch! Stupid bitch! I didn't want to cum yet!" Jack snapped, hitting her hard just above her jutting buttocks.

The girl yelped with pain, her eyes bugging out.

"Ohhhhh!"

He whacked her again and again at the base of her spine, his limp prick jiggling between his halved trousers.

Finally the girl fell forward, her knees bending completely. Marcie jerked her hands, but of course couldn't move then because of the ropes chafing her wrists. Her forehead struck the floor, then she rolled over onto her side.

Jack stood above her, smirking at her.

"Stupid bitch!"

He drew back one foot and kicked forward, hitting her just below the ribcage.

Marcie let out a whoosh of air, groaning and trying to roll over to protect her belly.

"Stupid bitch!"

He repeated the cry, this time sending the toe of one boot sharply into her ribs.

"Ughhhhh!"

Marcie jerked, scooting away from him as best she could. The damned board kept her from making any moves that might protect her from his kicks.

"Stop it! Oh please, I haven't done anything to you!"

It was her mother, her damned mother! For the first time in her life Marcie felt a flash of hatred against her mother. It was Rhoda's fault for having fired this man, for having gotten him in trouble. Now he was torturing her daughter, making her go through hell! Oh, she wished her mother could see this, could see what her high and mighty principles had gotten them both into. Well, she hoped her mother was going through the same horrors she was… and not having one-tenth the pleasure she was!

"Just bein' around, cunt, you're the problem," he said, kicking her again.

"No, no, don't do this!"

His body landed between her asscheeks, nearly hitting her cunt. Marcie locked her legs together, rolling over on her belly. But the board kept her movement somewhat limited.

Jack pursued her, laughing at her vain attempts at escape. He booted her in the belly several times, backing away as her face reddened and the air wooshed from her lungs. She shot him looks of hatred, pain and terror. Splinters from the floor dug into her thighs, ripping into her flesh as the big man pursued her relentlessly.

Finally he had her trapped in one corner. Marcie was defeated. What was he going to do now, kick her to death?

"Just a piece of shit. You know what guys like me do to pieces of shit?"

Marcie shook her head slowly from side to side, her eyes widening as he gripped his flaccid dick with both hands. Was he going to face-fuck her again?

"My cock's full, baby. But you know what's fillin' it?"

Marcie shook her head from side to side again, not understanding what was happening.

"Piss, honey! I got a load of hot piss just waitin' to come down on your fuckin' face."

She looked up at him open-mouthed. Piss! He was going to pee on her? Before she could muster her thoughts together, he was positioning himself, his legs apart, his cock pointed at her face.

Marcie breathed harder, her tits rising and falling. She saw his balls were indeed tight, pressed hard against his cockroot. It was the growing excitement, she was sure, of what was about to happen that drew those nuts up.

"Open your mouth!"

"No!" she said evenly, pursing her lips together. "Open up or I'll kick it open!" he threatened, raising one foot.

Marcie remembered how the blows hurt her ass and belly. She could well imagine her teeth spraying from her mouth as kick after kick rearranged her lovely face. No, nothing was worth possible mutilation. Reluctantly, feeling the bile rise once more in her belly, the young teenager opened her mouth.

"That's right, baby, open your fuckin' mouth. You're gonna get one hot mouthful of piss in a sec," he said, straightening his legs a little more and bending forward.

Marcie shut her eyes and took deep breaths. She couldn't believe someone could be this foul. Jack's only purpose in life, it seemed, was to bring constant pain and humiliation to anyone who crossed his path the wrong way.

With each breath she took, Marcie felt her tits rise. They were so sore from the constant arousal she'd been experiencing. And her clit… sore, aching from the fucking it had just received. She tugged at the ropes, feeling some sensation in her fingers and hands. Well, at least the ropes hadn't cut the circulation in her wrists.

"Tilt your head up, baby! Tilt it up and get ready for it!"

Marcie kept her eyes shut tightly, tilting her head back. She instinctively pulled away, wishing she could draw her hands protectively over her face just as the piss started.

It came slowly, warm oily droplets splashing against her thighs and belly. The in a moment it had turned into a hard, hot spray of urine, staining her flesh, making her wince in disgust as the pungent, murky odor of piss filled her nose.

Jack grunted with satisfaction, directing the stream slowly along her lips, then moving up to her eyes.

"Ughhhh!"

Marcie felt like vomiting. A pulse leaped in her throat. The stink spread, making her feel sicker with each passing second. She wanted to draw back. But the board holding her arms apart held her back. She was held prisoner by this awful man.

"Yeah, yeah."

Jack moved a little closer. He slapped her across the face. Marcie let out a yelp, that was all he needed. He moved back fast, moving the piss stream to the left and filling her mouth with the foul liquid!

"Unnghhhh…"

Marcie opened up her eyes and looked up, staring back at the big man. His eyes were half closed in ecstasy. She could see his dilated pupils dancing with pleasure while his piss spattered all over her throat and face.

"Dig it, honey? Like havin' me piss all over you?"

Exhausted, beaten, she felt heat spreading through her crotch again. The flame washed up her belly, licking at her nipples, then spread back down to her clit. Just as he went dry, Marcie felt her clit stiffen. Marcie threw her head back, her hair dancing along her shoulders, her eyes squinting.

"Huhhhrrr!"

"The wilder it is the better, right?" Jack said, raising one foot.

He kicked her. Through a red fog she saw him laughing at her. She squealed, whipping her hips back and forth. The board scraped noisily along the floor.

"Want more? More fuckin' piss, more to make you smell good?"

"No, no, get away from me!" she sobbed, shaking her head violently from side to side to get the foul liquid off her face.

Jack shoved his cock back into his trousers, kicking his feet several times into the yellow pools that had formed around her feet. Droplets of piss splashed into her face.

"Dirty fuckin' broad, dirty little cunt," he snarled, slapping her hard, then backhanding her. The big man repeated this again and again until Marcie was begging him to stop, screaming down the walls.

She was close to unconsciousness when he stopped, catching his breath.

"Ohhhh God, God…"

He stood stiffly in front of her, putting his hands on his hips and regaining control of himself. Turning around, Jack disappeared from the room, coming back with two more pieces of rope. He worked quickly and silently, binding her ankles now to the two-by-four. She sat in that odd jack-knifed position, her hair curtaining her face. Oh, if only she could sleep!