Paul Gable: Her mother in bondage

"Huhhhrr! Huhhhrrr!" she cried with each thrust of his cock.

Is response Marcie tossed her hips in wild abandon. The simmering heat miter pussy was threatening to boil over soon. She started holding her breath, knowing her pussy was going to pop.

"Fuck, baby, yeah, gonna dump it… gonna pop!" Jack groaned, biting her earlobe and flicking his tongue inside.

Her cunt felt so full. His pistoning cock rammed in birder and faster. Her pussy mouth hurt from the friction from the brutal fucking. This was the first time she'd ever had a man inside her and he was going at lips if she were some experienced slut. But, of course, what did he care? She was the victim, subject to whatever ho wanted to do to his.

Marcie's enjoyment was something that didn't matter to him. Jack cared only about his dick. How she got off – if she got off at all – was her business.

"Nooooooo!"

The shame, the horror of cumming, actually reaching orgasm while under these circumstances knifed through her. Jack came, his fingers bruising her arms she held on for life and fired his hot load into her snatch.

"Take it, bitch! Take it… all of it!"

Marcie wept and struggled, her fists striking the big stud. Waves of ecstasy ripped from her cunt, going to all muscles in her body. She kicked and bit and clawed at him as the massive thrusts of his cum-spurting dick seemed to last forever. Her cunt was wet, hot and milking. The girl thrust up against his body, wailing and screaming while Jack held her pinned to the floor.

How long her obscene, grotesque climax had lasted the girl didn't know. When it was over, she found herself alone. She peered down at her cunt. Her pussy was still wet with her juice and his cum. Dots of pink flecked her thighs, signs of the bloody fucking she'd just endured. Sobbing, wiping the tears from her eyes, Marcie pushed down the torn remnants of her dress, holding up the material to cover her tits.

Jack was standing quietly in the corner. His cock was back in his trousers.

"Enjoy yourself?"

The question stung her pride. Yes, she'd enjoyed herself immensely. It was one of the best thing she'd ever felt in her life! But she'd never tell that animal a thing!

"Won't talk, eh? Well, it don't matter much. You did enough talkin' when we were fuckin'. Man, I knew you couldn't get enough dickmeat especially mine," he said with satisfaction.

Marcie flushed beet red. She curled her fingers, digging the nails into her thighs. No, she wasn't going to let them get to her. Alright, one of them fucked her, fucked her so well that he had her begging for more cock at the end. But they couldn't do more to her. Now they'd had their fun. Surely she'd find out what they wanted and, if it were possible, she'd get it for them somehow.

"Now… will you let me go?"

Jack grunted, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. He looked sneeringly down at the young girl. Marcie drew back, never before feeling this low, this insignificant before.

"Wanna know why you're here, huh? We've been watchin' you, you and your fuckin' old lady for a long time," Jack said. He was enjoying this, watching the shock and horror register on her face as his words sank in.

"What?"

"You don't remember me, do you? At the hospital? I'm Jack… used to deliver laundry up to your mother's floor?"

Marcie felt her mind whirling around and around. She found herself holding onto a table leg as if to steady her thoughts. Laundry? Her mother's floor? Wait, wait a minute! She leaned forward a little, narrowing her eyes and studying the big man standing before her. She couldn't be sure. But… yes, yes, he looked familiar!

"I… I think so. But what does that…"

"Me and my brother wanted to have a good time with your old lady… maybe even with you," Jack started, his smile fading. "One night in the elevator I made a pass at your mother – nothin' big, just a little pass. And man, did she get bent!"

The big stud rolled his eyes, his hands on his thighs. He snorted out a laugh, his smile completely fading.

"She called the hospital security. Security!" Jack repeated, his bushy black eyebrows knitted together in anger. Marcie trembled for her life. For a second she thought the was going to kill her. Jack calmed himself down, smoothing his palms over his Levi's.

"She lives alone… alone with me. She's afraid of… men," Marcie whispered.

"Don't matter. They came runnin' up and took me away. Shit, I was lucky they didn't throw me in the slammer. They just threw me out of the hospital. Man, that was all I had to live on."

Marcie already saw the reason for what had happened. She hugged her body tightly again.

"My brother got in as an orderly a couple of weeks after I got canned. We decided we were gonna teach your old lady a lesson… her and you," Jack said, grinning down in triumph at the girl.

"But I…"

"Shaddup!" Jack snarled, slapping her.

Marcie screamed, the blow stinging her cheek. She struck the wall. Lying there and moaning softly, Marcie wondered how her mother would escape this horror. Jack's brother undoubtedly was dogging her mother, waiting for her to be alone so he could pounce on her the way Jack did.

"But you brought me here. Why?"

"None of your fuckin' business for now. Better get used to it, bitch. It's gonna be your home for a long time," Jack said, hitching up his pants, then backing out of the room.

Marcie lay still after Jack had slammed the door shut. She listened to the fading footsteps. Now she was alone, alone to think of her shame, alone to rehash all that had happened to her. When she thought of Jack's hammering prick, when she thought of the brutal way his dick had torn away her cherry, the girl sobbed. Marcie covered her mouth, stifling the hysteria rising in her. No, no, she would survive all this. Soon they would be after her mother, possibly bringing her here. She had to be strong. Her mother, God only knows, lived in a Never-Never land where things like this just didn't happen.

Rhoda tapped her fingers nervously on the kitchen table. Marcie should have been home hours ago. It was nearly seven-thirty. Her daughter had been increasingly difficult to handle. But she wouldn't have stayed out this long without a phone call or at least a note!

The attractive nurse put both hands to her mouth, sighing deeply, wondering if she should call the police. She hated to put them on a false track. But really, this was going too far even for Marcie.

Brushing away her fears, Rhoda reached for the receiver, then dropped her hand. No, she could just see her daughter's face, red with anger, as two armed policemen escorted her to the door. Already Marcie had told her she was too old-fashioned, not letting her go out as often as she wanted.

"Oh!"

Rhoda jumped, nearly overturning the kitchen table chair she was sitting on. A noise in the doorway startled her. Oh, it was only the dog.

"Come here, Rex. That's a good boy," she crooned, scratching the large Irish Setter's ears. At least this was one being that didn't turn away from her. How it hurt Rhoda to see her daughter growing distant from her. She'd given her life to raise Marcie. Everything she did, she did for her daughter. And now the teenager was… she didn't want to think about it any more. Petting the big dog's head, Rhoda straightened up, running her fingers through her long blonde hair. She decided to climb out of her white nurse's uniform, take a shower, then see if her daughter had returned home. If not, she'd call the cops.

"No, no!" she said, smacking Rex lightly on the head.

He was swirling around her feet, rubbing his body up against her ankles.

Rex whined, stopping at the foot of the stairs and tilting his head to one side. Rhoda climbed halfway up, turning around and shaking her finger at him again.