Paul Gable - A mother enslaved

And now she was naked, spread-eagled over the floor. He had roped her wrists to two iron supports in the hated garage, her arms stretched back behind her head. Leather thong, crossed over her bare ankles, digging into her flesh. The restraints had been pulled taut, making her body a stretch, quivering at least two feet above the cement.

Shari twisted her head from side to side, rolling her eyes back to check the leather chafing her wrists. Her nipples and clit were beating lightly while her asscheeks opened and closed instinctively. He had mastered her completely, forcing her into the garage in spite of her screams, knocking her down, then tearing off her clothes. It had seemed so complete. There was nothing she could do but obey. There was no one around.

And now… and now the room was filled with a hellish yellow glow, the light of a lantern burning to her right. Bobby was fiddling with the small key at the base, making the fire thin and bright. The reflected light accented his high cheekbones and inset eyes, making the young athlete look like something risen straight from hell.

Shari groaned, feeling her elbows and shoulders aching dreadfully from the stretching tension. What was worse was that flame, that lantern that was so close to her. Bobby was going to use it. There was no doubt of that. But how? He made some comments to her, words that made her shiver. Still, he had said nothing specific.

"That's all right," he said, satisfied with the setting. "You don't have to talk to make me feel wanted," he went on, smoothing his fingers over her tits. "I'm really surprised you were that stupid, buying all that crap about me being sorry. But you probably would've come around if I told you the truth. It was just a game, and you went for it."

"No, no, I wouldn't have. Never!"

Bobby knew better, however, taking the lantern and moving it toward her. Shari heard the scraping sounds and looked down as her body shuddered. Bobby was rubbing one finger over her cunt, teasing her, exciting her while threatening her with that awful lantern. He was sticking his index finger into her pussy, rubbing it back and forth against the snug cunt-sheath. He had stripped the last of her modesty from her. Now he was dragging her soul through the gutter, fingering her, fucking her with that awful digit while laughing at her dilemma.

Shari's tits and belly rose and fell rapidly while her nipples swelled and became hard. The sight of her arousal made Bobby more excited. He twisted his finger in her pussy, drawing up more juice, feeling the heat increase with each passing second.

"You're a good little slut… a good fuck. Before I'm finished with you you'll be like my little dog… barking around, just waiting for me to call you, right?"

"No!"

Shari wanted to beg him to loosen the ties around her wrists and ankles, to let her go. But she knew it was futile. Bobby sat there beside her, fingering her, his eyes on her furred cunt slot. Her thighs were rippling with tension and excitement. He smelled her cunt, the odor of an aroused woman. Bobby grinned, pulling his finger out and bringing it up to his nose.

"Hot pussy. That's a real hot pussy!" he sighed, licking it, then pushing it into Shari's mouth and forcing her to suck. The taste was far from unpleasant – rather bleachy, slightly salty. She blushed to think that she was licking up her own juice but took some refuge in the thought that he was forcing her to do it.

Bobby moved back to the lantern, lifting the cover of the lamp and turning the key. The flame lengthened, turning a bright orange. The tip flickered in the dark air, moved by a draft blowing in under the door. Once again Shari focused her eyes on the fire, her flesh prickling with excitement.

"You like the heat, eh? Thought you would." Bobby moved, the lantern, careful so as not to spill the kerosene. She could smell the pungent aroma of the burning gas.

"No, don't… don't burn me," she whispered, afraid to give him ideas.

Bobby moved the fire under her ass-cheeks, turning the flame up even higher. He was going to brand her ass! He was going to burn her alive, keeping her trussed up in this awful way. She arched her spine, trying wildly to jerk her ass up from the licking flame. Oh, oh, oh! It wasn't bad now, the fire touching her flesh teasingly, seeming more like a warm feather than a flame. But it would soon burn awfully!

Shari ground her teeth, her cheeks shivering while her mouth was drawn into a tight scar. She looked up at the ceiling, her face a mask of terrible concentration. Oh God, God, it was awful. And now… and now he was turning the key a little more, bringing the fire up until it began reddening her flesh. It was warming her without raising blisters. It was just what that fiend wanted.

Again Shari screamed, writhing and twisting against the leather thongs, groaning to keep her above the floor. The flame flickered back and forth, scalding her flesh, brushing over her shivering white ass-cheeks. Her cries became strangled gurgles as the pain gradually ebbed, replaced with a dry warmth. Shari screamed again, feeling all sorts of feelings race about her reeling brain.

"Ohhhh, no, don't… oh don't!"

Shari twisted against the leather again, jerking like a wild woman as the flame moved down now to her shifter. She puckered the tiny hole, rolling her hips up, trying to keep her asshole away from the fire. How her clit tingled while her cunt started to shiver, the juice oozing from her puffy lips and wetting down her thighs. The bubbling froth wasn't missed by Bobby who twisted the key of the lamp a little farther, watching as the girl's lithe body shivered against the restraints.

The blonde teen felt her bowels tighten and surge while she twitched up, her spine arching tensely. Every tendon strained against her flesh, her muscles knotting and bulging while Shari felt her forehead throb. Her body wanted him to touch her tits, her asshole, her cunt. That awful fire was doing more than tormenting her. It was making her rut as well as shriek, twisting around and around, jerking up and down like a puppet. She bit her lower lip to keep from shouting out her need. She wanted Bobby, and yet was ashamed to call out for him while she lay there stretched like an animal about to be speared.

"Uhhhhh!"

Shari turned her head, afraid he would see the truth in her glazing eyes. Twisting and jerking her hips shamelessly with the abandon of a nympho, the young girl fought down scream after scream. Yes, oh yes, it was so good, so awfully good to have that fire in her, scorching her flesh, licking up her asshole like a flat, warm tongue. Closing her eyes, Shari thought of that, her mind racing as quickly as her heart.

Bobby sat and watched, his cock getting harder, thicker, pressing up against the front of his Levi's. Shari rolled her head back and thought she could see that hard-muscled cock cradled in his crotch. She licked her dry lips, remembering how it had felt sliding into her, pushing apart her itchy cunt-walls, impaling her as if he had thrown a spear through her belly. She wanted that feeling again. And the fire tormenting her ass made her want him all that much more!

Shari stiffened as he twisted the key up a utile more. Bobby stood up, unbuckling his belt, pushing down his jeans until they puddled around his ankles. Yes, there it was! Oh God in heaven, his cock was so hard, so thick, so long! It would have easily passed through her body, she thought, her eyes widening while a sharp pulse shot through her pussy. Stepping between her widely stretched legs, Bobby reached down, jerking her cunt-lips apart. Shari groaned, the flame raking over her tensed plump asscheeks. It felt like the playful slap of a lover about to go on to more serious things. Shari wept as Bobby let her go, stepping back to admire her humiliation.

"Please, no, no!"