Paul Gable: Whips and chains for mom

"Yeah, real fear, eh baby? You think I'm gonna choke you?"

"Unhhhhhh!"

The leather grew tighter, chafing bet flesh, rubbing up against her windpipe. And then it slackened off. Chuck laughed at her, then bent over and pulled up another pair of nylons.

"You didn't think it was gonna be an easy fuck did you?"

Joan felt him lifting one of her legs high in the air, bringing it back until the tops of her toes brushed up against her fingers. He bound her ankle to her wrist, moving around and raising her right foot in the same way. In a few moments, Joan was rolled all the way back, her legs high in the air and spread, her ankles bound to her wrists and to the headboard. Her cunt was completely exposed as was her asshole, something Chuck was not about to let go unattended to.

"Ow!"

She screamed, feeling his finger jam into her shitter.

"Just the start, bitch, just the start!"

"Stop this! Oh God, it hurts! Take your finger out! Oh God, please, please!"

Perspiration dotted her forehead as Joan wriggled her ass in pain. He was fucking her in the shitter with his right forefinger, jamming it into her asshole up the second joint. She puffed out her chocks, letting out gasps of air, curling her toes until they cramped, moaning softly as she felt his fingernail scraping her bowel lining. Was he going to fuck her in the ass? She had heard about some women doing things like that, although she and Mart had never discussed fucking that way.

"Please? Want more?"

"No! No!" Joan panted hurriedly, shaking the loose hair from her eyes and peering over her kneecaps.

She saw his big fat cock sticking straight out. Chuck had slipped his fingers around his cockhead now, greasing down the satiny flesh, making it glisten under her bedroom lighting. She remembered just how big and fat and hard and hot that thing had felt rummaging around in her mouth. Joan couldn't imagine how something that fat would feel up her shitter. Just the thought of being fucked that way made her shiver with horror.

"Aw, poor little thing's all shakin' because she thinks I'm gonna ram her ass full of prickmeat, right, bitch?" Chuck sneered.

"Yes! Oh please, don't! You'll… you'll tear something there and hurt me forever! Please don't do this, oh god, no!" Joan's teeth were chattering and she looked pleadingly into Chuck's eyes.

There was no mercy there. He blinked slowly, slipping a second finger into her shifter and twisting the two of them around. A dull throbbing ache started up in her asshole, spearing nastily into her clit and making that little nub throb. Joan was breathing unevenly, staring at Chuck while she concentrated hard on that awful finger slipping in and out of her bunghole.

"Got somethin' to take your mind off gettin' rodded back there."

Still keeping both fingers in her asshole, Chuck bent down carefully and fished out a small silver-plated lighter from his shirt pocket. He held it, fingering the bent top. Joan could see some sort of Naval insignia on the front plate. He flipped open the top, flicking the small round black wheel. Sparks flew. Immediately a tall orange flame flickered up, bending slightly in a steady draft.

Joan felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she stared at the tall flame. It was meant for her. Everything Chuck did now and said now was meant for her. Was he going to torch her, burn her alive in the bed while laughing at her agonized shrieks? Joan held her breath, afraid to move while the fire bent back and forth gracefully in the draft.

"Now, we have some fun. with you-more fun, the kind we both like!"

"No, no, not true, not…"

She couldn't finish the sentence. Her attention was focused on that flame. She watched his pale eyes glittering as he moved back, drawing the fire quickly over-The bottom round curves of her asscheeks. Joan let out a squeak, jerking her thighs, rolling her ass up while feeling her toes touching the wall behind the headboard. The bonds began cutting into her wrists and ankles more severely now as she twisted and jerked on the bed.

"Stop it! No, don't burn me!"

Joan pulled frantically at the nylon stockings holding her wrists and ankles prisoner to the headboard. Again, Chuck passed the flame under her ass, this time letting the fire stay a little longer against her flesh. The woman went wild, stiffening her arms until her biceps and triceps bulged against her sweaty-damp flesh. Her thighs ridged against her skin while she jerked as if touched by live electric wires.

Screams for mercy escaped from her cum smeared lips as the fire flickered against her skin, then blew into her asshole. Joan was living the torments of the damned, rolling her ass up, jerking so hard her lower back rose clear of the surface of the bed. How her muscles ached and cramped from all the tension and moving!

"Warm that ass up. Man, you had it good and hot when I was whippin' butt a while ago," Chuck said, smacking his lips as he passed the fire again under her asshole and heard the woman cry out in anguish. "Now you're gettin' it all hot again for my prick! Man, oh man, you're gonna be spittin' out cum for weeks after I plug you, bitch!"

He worked his thick fingers around his cock while keeping the fire flicking up against the outer curves of her asscheeks.

Joan yammered again for mercy, kicking her feet up against the headboard, pulling at her bonds as her mind reeled. Then there was that horrid sound, the whispering, crackling sound of her cuntal hairs burning in the cigarette lighter flame. The smell of singeing hair added to the odor of burning lighter fluid, making Joan gag at the thought of what was being done to her.

"Stop it! Oh please, no…"

The pain was horrible now. Her ass flesh had become sensitized to pain from the whipping she'd received from that black leather belt. Now it was being further aggravated by the flame brushing up against her flesh. Joan gave another scream, more wild, louder than anything she had shouted before.

Chuck was purposely moving the fire up to her pussy. A moment later, the tip of the flame brushed her clit. It was a sensation that nearly sent her brain crashing from her skull. The air went out of her lungs for a moment while she fought for control.

"Eaghhghgbghghhghhhhhh!"

Joan jerked her body up once more, rolling it up against the headboard, nearly climbing the wails with the agony ripping at her clit. It was too much. With another shriek, Joan felt herself sinking into a black comforting hole. She would faint, collapse into blessed unconsciousness. Chuck couldn't touch her there. She would be safe from this awful maniac who was trying to destroy her.

"There. You've had enough," he said, pulling the flame away and flicking the top back onto the lighter.

Joan felt her muscles soften, her ass sagging back to the mattress. Feeling the oily sensation of her perspiration rolling down her chest and tits, Joan wriggled up a little higher on the bed, scraping her toenails against the wooden headboard. Chuck tossed the lighter to the floor, placing both hands flat against the underside of her thighs and rolling her up a few inches.

"Just thought you'd like to guess, baby. I ain't gonna fuck your pussy. Ol' Mister Finger's gonna do, that. I think I dig that asshole. I like givin' my cock to a woman right up the ol' butt!" Chuck slid his hands down to her asscheeks and spread them apart.

"No! No! No!"

Joan screamed, shaking her head from side to side, her face turning red with terror as she felt his hands separating her asscheeks. His thumbs eased down her ass crease, his nails leaving long red marks on the inner curves of her asscheeks. Joan puffed and panted, her mind spinning around and around as she thought about the horror of being fucked this way. Then with a sudden piercing pain, the head of his fat cock found her stretched shitter.