Paul Gable: Mother_s into Sado-Mazo

"No! No! Don't whip me, Uncle Jim! Please, don't whip me!" Cori Foster pleaded.

Her bare feet whipped back and forth against the dead autumn leaves. It was cold outside, the night wind stirring the bare branches overhead and whistling through the small grove of pines.

But Cori felt nothing but the sheer power of her terror as she hung there from the overhead branch. Her naked asscheeks jiggled against one another while she banged her knees painfully against the bark of the tree trunk. Uncle Jim had dragged her out stark naked from the shower by the hair, throwing her into the dirt and backhanding her into a stunned semiconsciousness. When she shook off the stupor, Cori found herself tied to the tree, the quarter inch line crisscrossed around her wrists in figure eights biting painfully into her flesh.

He was drunk again. Uncle Jim was always mean when he was drunk. But he had never abused her this badly before.

Twisting her head around Cori looked with rounded eyes at the half naked man behind her. Shirtless, clad in jeans, he was reeling from side to side, a rawhide whip dangling form one hand while he swigged down yet another can of beer. Crushing the can with his fingers, he flung it at the girl's head.

"Ow!"

Cori winced, doing her best to catch her breath as she swung there from the tree. He had tied her tightly to the limb, making sure only her toes dragged over the cold, hard ground. Cori moaned, pressing her face against her upper arm as she felt her muscles relaxing and pulling flat. Her arms ached, the throbbing radiating to her head. Slowly, she felt her feet start to touch the ground. Uncle Jim was burping and farting behind her, yelling at times, then cracking the whip against the ground. They were miles from any house, miles from civilization. Oh, why had her mother thought it would be a nice vacation for her to be out in the country?

"Been watchin' that nice little butt of yours. Too bad your mother went home today. I could've tied you both up and whipped ass all fuckin' night. But you'll be enough for now."

"No, no!" she whimpered, feeling the flesh around her aureoles wrinkle while her nipples brushed painfully against the bark.

Cori froze, hearing the footsteps of her drunken uncle approach her from behind. He stopped, curling his fingers around the back of her neck and squeezing hard until she thought he would snap her neck. Crying out, the girl snapped her head forward, banging her nose against the tree.

Taking advantage of her fright, Jim twisted the whip around, shoving the rounded leather handle up into her asshole.

"Awk!"

Never, never had she experienced anything that… that awful! Cori screamed, her knees jerking out like those of a frog, her thighs wrapping around the tree trunk and sawing back and forth. It was awful! And Uncle Jim was still pushing the handle up her ass, twisting it around and around while swatting her bare ass with the flat of one hand. Cori wept and screamed, her voice echoing through the pine grove. She could feel the big thing being crammed up into her asshole then slipping out until she thought he was going to yank out her bowels! Her arm muscles knotted up as she tried to climb up to the limb, to do anything to escape the dreadful tearing pain ripping through her shitter.

"Like gettin' fucked in the ass? Lots of girls do. They get butt-fucked and keep their cherries. Fools their boyfriends a lot."

Uncle Jim kept twisting the whip handle in her ass, reaching around with one hand and working his fingers along her thighs until he was feeling her pussy. Cori moaned, clenching her teeth tightly together and shaking her head. No, no, this had to be some awful nightmare! She was still a virgin. She had been a good girl, just like her mother had instructed her to be. No boy had ever done anything like this to her. And here was her own uncle, her mother's brother, savaging her like this!

Uncle Jim pulled the handle out, sniffing at the smooth slick black leather, then twisting it around until he was gripping it tightly. Cori shivered, aware of the whistling wind chilling her flesh and making it break out into goose pimples all over her naked body. Uncle Jim staggered around a little more, dragging the leather whip behind him like a tail.

Cori refused to look. It would only make her feel worse. Instead, she concentrated on the thin rope binding her wrists together to the limb, holding them prisoner while her feet swept back and forth against the ground.

He stopped. Slowly, Cori twisted her head around, peering over her shoulder. He had his legs apart, the whip in his right hand. She watched him cock his arm back, the biceps bulging as he staggered forward. For a moment, she thought he was going to fall. But he regained his balance and brought the whip down.

Cori screamed, hearing the leather sizzling through the air before it crashed between her jutting shoulder blades.

"Eaghghghghhhhhh!"

Cori's body snapped forward, her belly scraping painfully against the tree. She clenched her fingers around the white line holding her wrists together, half hauling herself up from the base of the tree while sobbing hysterically. Uncle Jim was laughing behind her, pleased at his reaction.

"Yaghghhhhhhh!" Another blow, this time right across her bare ass. Cori screamed again, feeling the slicing heat explode across her ass and smash into her belly and cunt. The rope was starting to cut into her wrists. All her weight was suspended from those bonds while her legs swung back and forth. In a moment Cori sagged downward once more, sobbing, feeling the throbbing pain in her back match the ache in her violated ass. She shook her head, not understanding why her uncle was acting this way. She had seen him leering at her during the day, especially when her cousin Cindy wasn't around. But she thought that was her imagination. How a member of her own family could act this way was beyond her!

When Uncle Jim came up behind her again she felt him grabbing a fistful of her long blonde hair, pulling it back so hard tears sprang to her eyes.

"Uhhhhh, no, don't… no more, no more hurt, Uncle Jim, no more!" she muttered as the tension spread.

For a moment, Cori thought he was going to snatch the hair from her scalp and leave her bald. The pain was horrid, her eyelids flickering. He was pushing her up against the tree, forcing her cunt into the bark. Cori let out a soft moan, feeling something very sharp poking into her puffy cuntlips, rubbing up and down until… until she was starting to feel very warm and tight down there.

He pushed her forward harder, tugging at her hair until Cori could feel the strands ripping from her scalp. She sobbed and shrieked again, her muscles knotting while her legs kicked.

Suddenly, Uncle Jim let her go, backing away a few feet, then bringing down the whip against her shoulder. She screamed, fearing he had sliced away a part of her flesh. Terrified to look, Cori stared straight ahead, looking past the trunk of the tree to the house that looked so warm and comfortable and inviting now.

He was in front of her now, holding the whip doubled, shaking it in front of her eyes. In a moment, he slashed the leather across her cheek. The force of that blow snapped her head to the side, the girl choking on a stifled scream. She pulled back at the ropes, her legs kicking down against the tree until her toenails shattered. The warm trickle down her cheek told the teenager that he had done terrible damage to her. She screamed like a wild woman now, her body jerking and twisting as if electrified while her arms pulled madly against the restraining line.

Uncle Jim liked her reaction, laughing and burping as she licked the blood from the corner of her mouth. He jabbed the end of the whip against her ribs hard now, calming her down with the threat of more pain. In a flash, Cori's terror turned to terrible hatred.