Paul Gable - Her mother in bondage

Rhoda begged him to loosen the bonds that were starting to cut into her flesh. But he ignored her. Instead he sat on the edge of the bed, moving the flame back, back to her bouncing ass.

The woman suddenly became quiet, her face a mask of intense concentration. She didn't even dare breathe too loudly as she felt her ass warming. He was moving the fire closer and closer to her sweaty flesh. Rhoda wanted to scream, but she knew it was futile. Looking back, she saw the slim flame dancing back and forth, inches away from her thigh.

"You like heat, baby? You enjoy having this close to you, keeping you warm? Lots of girls dig fire, know that?" Brad said with a chuckle.

He was going to burn her ass! Rhoda sobbed, jerking her head around and closing her eyes tightly. He was going to burn her, disfigure her, mutilate her in her own bedroom! The thought made her retch. She pulled back on the nylons that bound her wrists to the headboard, jerking from side to side, hearing Brad's laughter as he watched her futile struggle.

"No, no," she whispered softly.

She writhed and twisted, raising her hips, doing anything to escape the licking heat. The fire flickered against her flesh, then disappeared. Rhoda gasped. It felt like a scalding feather was brushing over her ass. Her cries turned into gurgles as the pain, ebbed. Brad smacked her on the ass, sending up a sensation of warmth over her butt. Her clit started to tingle.

Rhoda screwed up her eyes wrinkling her forehead, wondering how pain could be so closely related to the pleasure she was feeling now. Her cunt walls were throbbing, the tense, eager muscles surrounding her pussy mouth pulsing regularly. It was as if she were about to embrace a lover. She was getting all warm and wet and tight between her legs. And while she was bound helplessly to the bed, Rhoda was waiting for Brad to touch her tits, her ass, her cunt. She bit her lips to keep from screaming out the rising need in her snatch. Yes, there was pain and anger and fear. But there was also an overwhelming feeling of lust rising in her pussy. The beating, the rough treatment, the restraints, they had all contributed to it.

Brad sat and felt his cock get harder. It was pressing up against his fly now. He felt he had to have her pussy or her asshole.

"This feel nice and warm, comfy?" he asked mockingly.

Brad moved the fire up and down near the insides of her thighs. Immediately Rhoda jerked to life, groaning and yelping, pulling wildly at her bonds. He was going to burn her cunt! She screamed, her eyes bulging out, the cords sticking out from her neck while her body twitched frantically. Brad moved the fire over to her right thigh, bringing it so close that a small area of flesh started to turn red.

"No, no, stop it!" she squealed, swinging her hips back and forth.

"You don't want it to stop, do you, baby? You really dig this, dig havin' something like this playin' with your pussy."

Brad moved the lighter away from her thighs, swung it behind her asscheeks, then pushed it toward her cunt.

Rhoda went crazy, banging her head against the headboard, then pulling so hard that the nylons cut into her knees. The big bed groaned under her frantic struggle. She felt that horrible fire licking at her cuntlips, actually singeing some of her frazzled pussy hairs. Rhoda let out a wailing shriek, twisting with agony and delight.

"Yeah, you really hate it, don't you?" he said ironically, glancing down at her thighs. Streams of cunt juice seeped from her hole, making long glistening trails on her flesh. He laughed, sticking out one finger and touching the outer edges of her puffed cuntlips. Rhoda trembled, her cries diminishing as the fire was pulled away.

"Oh!"

Brad stiffened his finger and corkscrewed it into her pussy, watching as the woman straightened her back and clawed at the bedspread. He touched her stiff little wet clit with his thumb, toying with the tiny organ, making Rhoda gasp and babble incoherently. With his other hand Brad moved the fire back to her ass, watching as the flame flicked teasingly at her white, shivering flesh.

"Huhhh… huhhhhrrrr…"

Rhoda writhed as the flame burned more intensely. The excruciating pain combined with delight that nearly made her faint. What terrified the woman was the need she began to have for the fire. She felt she had to have it in her cunt, to match the raging inferno swirling around her stiff clit. That finger, that horrible, wonderful teasing finger was making her hotter and hotter. She tilted her ass back, jerking her thighs from side to side, feeling her cunt walls milk the digit so hard that she was certain she'd pull it out of joint.

"Man, baby, yeah, move that butt," Brad sighed, moving the flame up and down her asscrack. He watched as her eyes glazed over, an expression that meant she was close to climax.

Rhoda squealed and gagged as another finger slipped into her greasy slot, the ragged nails gouging against her quivering cuntflesh.

"Ohhhhhhhh!"

That the big man was holding a switchblade in one hand! He was examining the blade, the razor-sharp edge.

Brad licked his lips, staring at the firm, round swell of Rhoda's full asscheeks. She was shaking with terror.

"Yeah, yeah," he whispered, breathing a little harder.

His deep shuddering breaths seemed to echo through the small room. He knelt behind the woman.

Rhoda wanted to sink out of sight. She wanted to disappear, feeling shame at having revealed herself like this so openly to him. She was feeling things she never thought possible, things she didn't know how to handle. And now – crouched down shamelessly like this – the woman felt her pussy being pried open and toyed with. Rhoda closed her eyes in humiliation.

"Unnghhhh…"

The tip of the knife slid across one asscheek, tracing a broad path to the other. The arc it followed went from the outside, up to her waist, then slowly back down to her ass. The pressure increased as the point slid closer to her pussy. Rhoda wanted to cry out, but she knew that the slightest move might put the knife's blade through her flesh.

No, she didn't want to chance that. "Oh stop, please…"

Rhoda's cunt opened in an uncontrollable spasm as the blade traced the outer line of her puffed cuntlips. The knife terrified her. Opening her eyes and staring blankly at the headboard, Rhoda bit her lower lip hard. She felt her scalp wrinkling in terror, her thighs quivering at the light, feathery touch of the cold blade.

Brad pulled the knife away. The woman sucked in a breath of relief, her tits touching the coverlet. Thank God, she had a moment's rest. Her nerves were racked and frayed. She couldn't have taken much more of this without turning into a screaming wreck.

"Ohhhhhh!"

A shocking chill right in the center of her pussy made Rhoda stiffen, clawing at the bedspread, groaning a wail of despair. Rhoda jerked her head from side to side, her wet hair splashing over her bound wrists. The flat of the blade was pressing against her wet slit, touching her clit and the bottom junction of her cuntlips. Her pussy clamped down instinctively. The razor edge of the blade started moving between her cuntlips.

Brad laughed, watching her cunt move. He carefully moved the knife down, pressing the tip harder against her clit. Rhoda gasped, her mouth opened, drool hanging in strings. She arched her back, offering her open cunt eagerly to Brad's stare.

"Yeah, slut, a good little whore. All that screamin' around back there was for shit, wasn't it?" he said in a thick, hoarse voice.

"No, no, no," she said over and over again, more to herself than to him.

"Swing that ass, baby, swing it," Brad said, rubbing his cock.

The big man got up, fumbling with his zipper, tugging down the tab and fishing out, his rigid cock. While still rocking that blade back and forth, he moved his fingers up and down his eight-inch cock, smearing his pre-cum as a lubricant over the veined flesh.