Paul Gable - A mother enslaved

She was unable to mumble through the hood, feeling something cold up against her nipple. Looking down, Shari saw Max holding a switchblade knife, pressing the tip against her erect nub. She dug her heels against the soft pound, scooting her ass back, feeling the dirt wedging up into her ass-crack and into her shiner. The men laughed at her reaction while Max cut the tip of the knife up against her nipple.

"No!"

But Max knew better. He brought the knife down to her cunt, pressing the cold sharp steel up against her cunt-lips, then bringing the point up to her clit. Bobby was about to object, then closed his mouth, seeing how Shari's chest was heaving up and down in passion. Yes, the girl was enjoying this against her will. Shari admitted this finally to herself, feeling her cunt boiling down there.

The men's stench and hatred intensified her emotions. She could tell they had hard cocks, wanting to rape her brutally. Max would be more cruel than his nephew, perhaps. Something popped in Shari's mind at that thought, making her rock her hips suggestively while the teen still made crawling movements away from Bobby and his uncle.

"There, by the ash tree. Let's rope her over there," Bobby suggested.

"We can't fuck her like that."

"Not unless we fuck her in the ass."

Shari's curiosity was aroused. They flung her against the tall white ash tree in front of her. Max was binding her wrists to the tree, looping the rope around the trunk while Bobby kicked her ass forward. She felt the rough bark scratching against her inner thighs, poking up against her cunt. It was a feeling shockingly good, embarrassingly exciting. She couldn't help what happened to her next, feeling an overwhelming desire to shame herself in front of these men. Shari bent her knees slightly, opening wide enough to get her clit against the rough bark.

"Look, she's fucking the tree!"

"Make her behave, Uncle Max."

"I think we'll have to punish her good for what she's doing. I wouldn't be surprised if that bitch I've got down there's related to this little snit," Max said.

Shari heard the hiss of leather against cloth behind her. She knew Max was going to beat her. She could see in her mind's eye the broad belt arching above her head, snapping in teak, then coming down against her back.

"Aaghhhhh!"

Shari's body jerked, her head snapping back while her spine arched. The leather belt smacked dryly against her back, the crashed down once more between her shoulderblades. Again and again Max whipped the leather into her, smacking her ass-cheeks, curling the belt around her thighs until her flesh was red with the beating. A final blow sharply against her ass-cheeks lifted the teen bodily from the ground and shoved her hard against the firm ash.

She opened her crotch more, forcing her hips into the tree. Something – a shred of bark perhaps – entered her cunt-hole, piercing the sensitive flesh. Shari manipulated the muscles until the intrusion was lodged against her clit. She relaxed her thighs and let the next blow ripped her ass, working her body up against the sharp edge.

Again Shari threw her head back after the next blow slammed across both cheeks. Her head was thrown back at a severe angle while she sucked in air with a groan. She couldn't stand this pounding much more. They were making her rut right there in front of her, forcing her to think only of fucking. Yes, yes, she had to have something in her cunt, something more than the tiny abusive thing creasing into her clit. The feelings inside her were ripping the teen apart, making her grunt for the wild fuck she needed.

"Get her into the house. She's hot enough to set this damned tree on tire and bring the fuckin' fire department out! We'll give the little cunt somethin' to moan about!"

"Man, she's all wet in there… wet and hot, just like a cunt's supposed to be," Bobby said, working his fingers into her cunthole and making Shari yelp with the touch.

"In the house!" Max insisted, clapping his nephew firmly on the shoulders. "We'll take better care of her in there."

Reluctantly Bobby dragged Shari from the tree, her legs leaving two small trenches in the soft dirt behind her. She was too terrified, too excited to say a word. She felt the backs of her legs banging up the steps. Through the slits in the hood Shari could make out shadowy pieces of furniture. From the dampness coming up from below, Shari knew there was a cellar nearby.

"Don!" Max barked, forcing her to her knees, then pushing the teen forward.

Shari lost her balance once again, tumbling headlong into space. She screamed, her legs tangling up with one another as she rolled painfully down the steps. Somehow she managed to keep from rolling all the way down to the cellar floor, wedging her legs against one of the banisters supports. Max cursed, thudding down the steps, then kicking her hard. Shari let out a sharp cry, her body jerking from the force of the blow. Struggling forward, the teen managed to swing her legs around and scoot down the steps on her ass.

"She's a smart one," Max said, admiring the girl's spunk.

The men pursued her, grabbing Shari around the waist and holding her.

"Take the bitch over there… right by the overhead bar. I've got an idea."

Shari twisted against Bobby's grip while Max lowered the crossbar Lydia had been hung from, bringing it down to Shari's shoulder level. Quickly he took her hand, pressing it against one edge and binding it to the wood with several loops of line. The girl threw back her head and let out a wail, feeling the rope cutting into her badly chafed wrists. Bondage! There was no way she could escape it!

Someone was pulling her other arm out, cinching more line around the aching flesh and binding it to the wooden bar. There! They had her where they wanted her! She was stretched crucifixion style, her arms out while her legs remained unbound. There were squeaking sounds. Then Shari felt the crossbar rising, pulling her arms up. The crossbar was relentless, tugging her up until her legs began to swing back and forth. In a moment Max had the girl hanging from the ceiling, her legs kicking back and forth.

Shari let her head drop forward, feeling the weight of her body pulling painfully against her arms and shoulders. Her tits slapped together once more as the girl peered through the tiny eyeslits, perspiration making the leather slide over her flushed face. Fighting down the groans, Shari waited, her heart beating wildly once more as she thought of the many things Max and Bobby could do to her now.

Just as the ticklish fire rushing up and down her inner thighs grew unbearable, Shari caught the sound of something very heavy scraping over the floor. She turned her head and saw a large stand with a pole jutting up from the center of the heavy metal disc at the bottom. What made Shari's pulse quicken was what was mounted at the tip. It was a long thick cock – at least, something formed to look like a man's cock. Only this cock was a metallic color, the fat head catching the yellowish overhead light and gleaming evilly.

Max was pushing it directly between her legs until the tip was within inches of her cunt. Shari inched her legs away from it, kicking her feet from side to side. Instantly the girl knew what the men were going to do to her! She would be raped, alright, but raped by that dreadful metal thing!

The more she tried to escape the dildo below her, the more exhausted she became. Max finished centering the instrument, then walked over to the wall while Bobby stood in front of the girl and watched, his thick-muscled arms crossed over one another. Shari blushed, thankful forte hood hiding her shame. She could feel the overhead bar shaking as Max released the brake on the ratchet, lowering her slowly.

In a moment Shari felt the cold iron against her pouty cuntlips. It was flattening them back under the pressure, squeezing in, pressing the slick, achey walls apart while Shari kicked her legs from side to side and felt herself being fucked by that long, thick dildo. And as her cuntwalls cramped and cinched tight around the penetrating cock, the girl realized that more would come.