Paul Gable - A mother enslaved

Lydia swallowed hard, flexing her arms and legs as much as she could to keep the circulation going. Max had outdone himself. At first the woman thought he was going to fuck her. He had felt her cunt with hungry fingers, the tips digging into her swollen pussy-meat while he bugged her hard to his body. But then he simply pulled her along to the middle of the cellar, letting her lie there while he lowered a bar.

Then it had begun – the roping once more, the binding until her ankles were stretched apart, leather thongs slipped around them and tightened around the ends of the overhead bar. Lydia protested, feeling the weight of her body increase against her shoulderblades. After securing her ankles, Max pulled the bar up higher until her head swept back and forth inches above the floor. That was when he pulled her arms back, securing them with line to two eye hooks on the floor.

Again he wound the ratchet around and around, pulling the bar up higher and stretching her body until Lydia thought her flesh would pull apart. The woman let out a loud sigh, her bones throbbing with pain as he tightened the tension, then fixed the ratchet.

"So, you enjoyed the box, did you?"

Lydia blinked, looking at Max from her upside-down position. She was feeling faint, the effects of the blood rushing to her head. She strained her wrists against the floor, her fingers brushing up over the concrete while her ankles bobbed against the crossbar. When Lydia moved a little, her tits rolled up against her chin, the red flubs thickening. She could feel her bowels rumbling. She waited with the excited anticipation of a child eager for Christmas morning. It was the wrong feeling, she knew. Max would surely put her through the paces, and they were exactly what she needed!

"Maybe something here," he said, raising one foot and brushing the tip of his filthy boot against her mouth, "would be in order. I like to hear you scream, but sometimes listening to that noise annoys me."

He came back with something in his hand that made the woman shiver. It was a bit and bridle. Kneeling down, Max slipped the leather strap between her lips, puffing back until Lydia thought he would tear her flesh. The rest of the device – the broad straps around her head and against her ears, the top portion pushing into her skull, snugged up as if she were made for the bridle.

Lydia wiggled her tongue, swallowing hard as she felt spit gathering up in a pool at the back of her throat. It was hard to keep from drowning in her own saliva as she hung there, trussed upside down, the bridle pressing back the corners of her mouth. Soon Lydia could taste the strange flavor of leather washing over her mouth as she tried to protest what he was doing to her. But any speech was impossible. Lydia squirmed as best she could, chewing down on the leather like a frightened more, her hair sweeping over the cracked floor beneath.

"Too bad. You don't look too comfortable," he said with a laugh, producing two steel clamps at least two inches long, their heads attached to one another by a steel chain.

At first Lydia thought they were two large safety pins and balked, shrieking through the leather pressing up against her tongue. Then the woman realized they were clamps, opened with some effort by pressing at the head. She watched as Max did just that, bringing down first one, then the other to her nipples and letting the cold steel press with crushing pressure against her reddening nubs.

"Ahhhhh!"

The weight of the connecting chain pulled her tits farther down toward the floor, distending the woman's nipples and making her wince with agony. Max was down there with her, playing gently with the clamps, then becoming rougher as his excitement grew. Lydia remembered he hadn't cum during the last session and had to be wildly aroused by now. She thought of his cock and groaned, twisting her hips around while the clamps and chain pulled painfully at her stretched nipples. Swallowing hard again, the woman felt a lump of fear choke her throat as she thought of Max and what he was going to do to her.

"Your tits sag this way. Maybe I can fix that for you," he said with a sharp laugh, pulling at the chain and stretching her nipples and tits out from her body.

Lydia cried out through the gag, spittle frothing from around her lips and wetting down the bridle and bit as shocks of pain exploded from her nipples. Again and again she begged him to let go. Ohhh, how those dreadful damps hurt her tit tips, biting into them.

"It's good to scream it out, bitch. That makes it all that easier for you," Max conceded, pulling the chain out a little farther, the nipples stretched thin. Then with a laugh he let go, her tits slapping up against her body. Lydia let out a long sigh, feeling so dizzy she thought she would faint again.

"There. That's better, right? Too bad. We have to upset you some more!"

Max was pushing down his Levi's to his knees, holding his cock loosely with one hand while rubbing his balls with the others. Lydia thought he was going to fuck her in this odd position and felt her glands start to work all over again. Her cunt warmed, the cunt-lips starting to swell with blood while her clit stiffened and pushed up from the surrounding moist pink flesh.

Lydia licked her lips and grew very, very still. She could almost feel that thick cock-head pressing up against her cunt, pushing the tender flesh apart then finally burying itself in her cunt. Yes, yes, that thought made her mind spin about like a top while the room grew silent. Lydia felt her body tense like that of a cat, every nerve stretched and waiting for the fucking touch of his cock-head in her pussy.

"Aghghghhh!"

What was happening? Lydia opened her eyes with shock, staring wide-eyed at the man squatting over her. He was bending his knees slightly, a wicked grin curling up the corners of his thick lips. A slight twitch deformed his sensuous mouth as Max rolled his thumb and forefinger over the fat cock-head. At first Lydia had no idea what was going on. She thought he was going to fuck her and she had readied herself for that intrusion.

Her cunt was growing so very warm and wet while her nipples poked up against the steel clamps still pinching them. Then something dreadful happened, something the woman never would have thought possible for one human to do to another. She felt hot drops of something spatter against her taut belly, making the flesh quiver with the touch. Shaking her head, Lydia stared up and saw several drops of clear fluid oozing from Max's piss-slit. Oh God, it wasn't fizz at all!

He was working one thumb under his balls, teasing his sensitive flesh while bending his knees even farther. He was pissing on her! He was standing over her face, laughing at the woman while getting ready to unload his bladder!

Lydia sucked in a breath, her body shivering with disgust as she could feel the sour bile using in her throat. The urine began as a small twisted stream, starting and stopping, spattering over her flesh. Lydia twisted her wrists against the chains, her thighs ridging as Max managed to get control of her movements and send a steady yellowish stream cascading over her body. It was a foul, filthy waterfall, making the woman feel as if she were the scum of the earth. Her hips jerked, feeling the warm liquid as it sprayed from his cock-head and coated her flesh with the slimy piss.

"Oh God, no!"

Lydia could feel the piss rushing down her belly now, gathering briefly under her chin before dividing and rushing on either side of her neck. Again the woman fought down the desire to vomit, knowing she would choke. She shut her eyes, biting her full lips to keep from crying out with frustration, disgust and hatred. The thin, hot spray stung her nipples now, sucking down between her shuddering tits, then moving back to the stiff, red tips. The touch of the sour-smelling liquid added to the pinching sensation of the clamps biting down cruelly.