Paul Gable - A mother enslaved

Lydia cried out again, her rage increasing as Max's piss stream dwindled once more to a pathetic dribble. He flicked the final droplets from his cock-head, the liquid spattering just above her eye. Lydia groaned, grinding her teeth. When she felt a few more drops strike her chin, the woman gagged, choking and coughing while her face flushed a deeper red and tears sprang to her eyes.

"You don't like this very much, do you?" Lydia couldn't look at him. If she did at this point, she would surely have screamed down the walls. That would have done her no good, and might incite him to do something even more sickening. Better to remain quiet, she thought to herself. Max pursed his lips, nodding his head as if he could understand her strategy. With a sardonic laugh, he turned and walked to the wall, unhitching the ratchet and holding the wooden handle with both hands. His muscles bulged as he pulled the thing down, raising the overhead crossbar a few more inches.

Lydia broke her code of silence, shrieking as she felt her body stretching more and more. Something in her shoulder popped while her joints ached and throbbed from the terrible pulling pressure. For a moment Lydia thought Max would rip her body in two. She could feel the flesh under her arms stretching more and more while her belly grew taut. Max let out another grunt, twisting the ratchet until it was on the other side of the small wooden wheel. Overhead Lydia could hear the ominous sounds of the pulley groaning under the pressure.

She screamed again, jerking her head from side to side. She was a mindless creature, a living thing that was living now only for pain. She thrashed as much as she could, whipping her body against the chains holding her upside down and prisoner. Max pulled down the ratchet again, the ropes cutting brutally into her wrists and ankles as Lydia gurgled against the bridle bit stretching open her mouth. Her throat was raw from the cries while more and more spit gathered at the back of her mouth.

"Good. Very good," he said, locking the ratchet again and strolling over to a metal sink. Lydia's cries ebbed to occasional moans as she heard him turn on the water. He was drinking, refilling his bladder, getting ready to piss on her again. Her face was a mask of terrible pain as Max took his fourth glass, tossing the plastic tumbler back into the basin.

"Now, we'll try again. Whew! You smell like a fuckin' sewer!"

Lydia knew that all too well! Her nose wrinkled at the dreadful, sour smell of the piss. She wanted to run from the awful odor that wafted around her. How that piss rose like a stink from the cement around her. This was something she wasn't prepared for at all. Her reaction was one of horror and disgust. And what did he expect from her? How was she supposed to react to please him and diminish the pain he would obviously inflict on her?

Max moved back, his fat cock bobbing with each move he made. Covering his mouth, the big stud let out a watery belch, looking down at her. Lydia stared up at him, looking at his balls. She'd seen balls that tight before. It meant that he was hot, ready to cum. This might be a brief interlude after all.

"Now, let's take that mouth right now. You can't close it," he said, nudging the side of her skull with one boot. "That's the reason for the bit. Won't have to do much but cum and shoot!"

"No!"

Squirming, feeling her body aching under the stretching of the ropes and leather, Lydia wailed while she scratched her shattered fingernails against the concrete under her. She twisted there on the ropes, waiting for Max to do his filthiest.

He was positioned again, his legs apart, spread on either side of her shoulders. A pulse leaped through her throat while her chest tightened more and more. Her tits were rolled back, the nipples touching her chin while the heavy chain still pulled and distended the rigid tips. Lydia was gasping, her nostrils wide and quivering while her rounded eyes focused on that fat cock-head. Any moment, she knew, would send another shower of his piss down onto her body.

This time, he would cum at her mouth, and there was nothing she could do about it. How sore her shoulders, and arms were! How her body ached from that dreadful pulling! And still she could feel her cunt grow warmer, her clit starting to rise farther up from her cunt-flesh. God in heaven! Was there nothing in the world that couldn't arouse her?

She choked, swallowed, then choked again. Lydia knew it was a sick, sick lust churning in her gut. She could feel her belly tightening, her stomach turning aver arid over while the big man bent his knees once more and started rubbing his balls again. Heat spread behind her eyes, burning through her skull. The wire washed down her belly and into her cunt, making the soppy cunt-lips swell and itch maddeningly. Her clit curled from the heat, aching with the strain of another orgasm. Oh God, God, to think she was feeling this while all that dreadful man was doing was going to piss on her as if she were a toilet.

"Uhhh… uhhhhhh!"

Lydia let out terrible grunts of disgust. It had started again, the dreadful oily warm piss spattering down over her navel. Max moved quickly, not wanting to waste one drop of his urine. She felt the stream slide down her belly, strike her chin, then wash right into her mouth. The woman gagged, feeling the piss swirl around her tongue, splash against her tonsils, then crash into the back of her throat. Lydia was terrified to scream, fearing she would drown in this sea of urine splashing over her teeth. She managed to remain quiet, feeling the piss spray into her mouth then splash out, wetting down her flushed cheeks, her chin, her tits.

"Yeah, nice, real nice!" Max whispered, his eyes round and glazed with arousal.

It was all he could do to keep from getting too hard as the twisted yellow stream grew stronger and thicker, spraying like a garden hose into her mouth. Lydia closed her eyes, her lashes wet with piss, her nostrils drinking in the putrid odor of his urine. The pulling of the ropes, the chafing bite of the leather around her wrists didn't compare to the awful sensation of having Max piss into her mouth.

Just when he went dry, Max reached down with both hands, peeling back her cunt-lips with his thumbs, rubbing the red, throbbing slick surfaces of her pussy with his jagged nails. That harsh, cutting touch was enough to set her going. Lydia screamed, her eyes rolling back into her head while she spat out the last of the vile piss. Her harsh, hoarse cries filled the small room.

Lydia came, her clit throbbing against Max's caressing fingers. She felt her entire being explode, her pussy-walls crashing in as the man finger-fucked her and watched the woman rut in that awkward position. Only when the final throbs ebbed to nothing did she drift back to reality, the smell of the stained floor around her making her gag and cough in disgust.

"That's the problem with this kinda sex," Max said, pulling up his pants and tucking his thick, still-hard cock-meat behind the material. "It's fuckin' messy, smells like shit."

He decreased the tension of the restraints on her legs and wrists, propping her feet against his chest while unwrapping the thongs holding her ankles to the overhead beam. Lowering her body to the floor, Max then pulled the restraints from her ankle, kicking her over onto her belly and forcing her face into the pool of drying piss staining the concrete. Lydia groaned, trying to jerk her mouth away from the foul-smelling pool. Reaching down, Max gripping the bridle, pulling it until she thought he would tear the corners of her mouth open with the thick leather.

"It's fuckin' dirty, so you're gonna clean it up the best way you can. If that's lickin' it dry, then that's what you're gonna do!" he shouted, holding her by the bridle and pushing her face back into the filthy mess.