Paul Gable - A mother enslaved

She had to watch herself. If Shari even guessed what she was doing… the thought made her blush to the roots of her hair. She would never, ever be able to look at her daughter again! Lydia calmed, herself, smoothing her palms over her slacks and smiled weakly.

"Just make sure you're home before ten," Lydia cautioned, moving to the kitchen to pull out the dinner dishes.

"You going somewhere?"

Lydia felt her fingers ice. She nearly dropped a dinner plate, searching for some excuse, some reason not to be home that evening. As she placed the plates carefully on the table, she saw Shari staring at her, studying her.

"Oh, just with Mrs. Dennis… shopping at the mall. We won't be gone long," Lydia said, lying through her teeth.

She began making dinner, feeling horribly guilty, and yet feeling at the same time the heat in her cunt bubbling, making her pussy seep creamy juice right there in front of her daughter. Her crotch was soaked already, rubbing sexily against her cunt-lips, drawing sparks from her clit with each slick touch. As horrid as it was, Lydia knew she had to see Max, had to have him treat her in that wretched way. It was as important to her as life itself. And, unknown to her, Shari too had a date; a meeting with Bobby.

Dinner went quickly, and as calmly as she could, Lydia left the house and drove the distance to Max's. He had sounded so cocky, so assured that she would come crawling to him. Parking in front of the big home, Lydia clung to the wheel for a moment, hesitating, wondering if she should drive right on back. He could do nothing to her. If he tried, she could deny everything flatly and call the police. But something moved her from the car, across the street and up the stairs to the front door. Max had been waiting for her. He was standing there now, his massive body filling the doorway, filling her with dread and excitement.

"I knew you'd come… and right on time," he said, laying both hands on her shoulder and pulling Lydia in.

The woman felt the warmth of his palms through her thin cotton dress as she stumbled over the doorstep and entered the living room.

"You'll go downstairs. The bedroom's too good for you," he said, shoving her roughly between the shoulders.

Lydia balked, turning around while clutching her purse to her tits. She started to open her mouth when she realized Max had doubled his fist and cocked it back. It was too late for the woman to duck as his knuckles flew through the darkness, ramming hard into her belly and knocking the wind from her lungs. Lydia let out a scream, doubling over and clutching her stomach while her knees buckled from under her.

Sinking to the ragged blue carpeting, the woman fought to regain her breath putting one hand out in front of her for balance while fishing lights exploded behind her eyes. Max was on top of her man instant, gathering her hair in his fingers and pulling up. She screamed again, feeling the strands tearing from her scalp as she stammered and fought to stand.

"Get up, lazy slut! Bitches like you just wanna stay on their backs to get fucked! Too damned lazy to walk around!"

"No! Oh, please…"

"My nephew's gonna bring a friend here in a while. The more the merrier, I say."

He slapped her with the back of one hand, knocking Lydia back to the floor. She pushed herself up, wiping her mouth with her trembling fingers and noticing he had drawn blood from her lower lip. She started crawling away. Max stomped on her ankles with his heavy boots, drawing a shriek from her.

"You don't have to be bashful. You'll know what to do when the time's right."

"No… I can't… not in front of another person… please!" she begged.

Max had gripped her around her wrist, dragging her through the living room, down the small corridor, into the kitchen. Twice Lydia tried rising to her feet. But Max only twisted her arm a little more, sending a shock of agony racing up through her bones into her brain. In the end she found it futile to fight him. She would simply have to endure once more… endure and enjoy, she thought with a small grin as he kicked open a door on the other side of a refrigerator and drew her to her feet.

"Down there."

Lydia pushed the hair from her eyes, noticing three buttons on her blouse had torn off, leaving her bra completely exposed. She began stepping down the rickety stairs, holding onto the wooden handrail tightly. It was dark. He hadn't switched on the light. She could smell the fetid dampness against her face. It already made her clothes stick uncomfortably to her flesh. She had descended three stairs when once more Lydia felt his hands against the small of her back.

Max laughed sharply, then pushed hard with one hand while bringing the other fist down savagely on her hand sliding down the railing. Lydia screamed, finding herself airborne, pitching headlong into the darkness. Her feet left the steps while her shoulders banged hard against the wail. She fell to her knees, cracking them severely against the edge of one step while tumbling down into the basement. Her legs were kicked out, wheeling overhead while her arms thrashed wildly from side to side, smacking against the stairs, the wall, the handrail.

Over and over she fell downward, her slacks tearing in the tumble while her head struck the handrail supports. It seemed like an eternity, her entire world pitch black while her body bounced painfully against the steps. In a moment Lydia crashed against the concrete, her foot wedging painfully against the bottom stair while her leg doubled under her ass-cheeks. Her head cracked hard against the cement floor, knocking her senseless as she let out one final cry of pain and defiance.

Stars exploded again and again in her head as she remained in the darkness for what seemed like hours. Visions of Max fucking her, of Max roping her and beating her senseless while she lay there helplessly rutting filled her head. Lydia thought she came at least once in her daze as she floated in the dream world of pain and delight. When she awoke, the woman found herself in complete darkness. At first Lydia was afraid to move. She was in some small confined space.

When she tried moving her arms, she felt her knuckles brushing up against something very firm – wood, she thought, keeping her hands pressed against her naked thighs. Yes, naked, naked like the rest of her! Lydia realized with a blush that Max had stripped her and placed her in this… this place!

Blinking rapidly, she started to move a bit and discovered it was nearly impossible. She was trapped, placed in this box where she couldn't move. Panic began to settle over her, making her heart beat wildly as Lydia rolled her eyes about, searching for something, anything to fix her vision on. There! Right in front of her! Lydia thought she could make out two small dots of light shining in. Lydia held her breath, curling her fingers, digging the nails into her thighs as she moved her head forward, squinting her eyes to see if she could peer through the openings.

There was shuffling outside the box! Lydia let out a long sigh, terrified to make one move. If Max still thought she was unconscious, perhaps she would have one or two more moments of peace before he worked on her.

What was that? Lydia jerked, feeling a flash of fear shoot through her like an electric shock. Something very sharp had bitten into her asscheek – or so it seemed. Dots of perspiration beaded her forehead as she waited, her bowels rumbling with the tension as she curled her bare toes against the splintery bottom of the coffin.

Another sound! Lydia thought she could detect a humming, a steady purring outside her coffin. But just what was it? The woman moved her head slightly to one side, able to press her ear against the wood. There! She could hear it better! Max was moving about, rattling something, then making that thing hum more loudly. No doubt it was something to hurt her more with, something that would cause more pain. She began to breathe more quickly, exhausting the oxygen in the small compartment. Lydia's face reddened as her nostrils fired. She would surely suffocate herself if she didn't conserve her air more carefully.