Paul Gable - A mother enslaved

Her panties were next, the sheer nylon tugged down until it snugged around her hipbones, leaving her ass-cheeks completely exposed. She could hear Max's increasingly heavy breathing as he stared at her stripped body, snapping the belt rhythmically against itself.

"Gonna warm up that ass. I don't think it really needs it," Max said with a chuckle, his thin lips curling up under his black beard, "but we'll make sure you're good and ready."

For what? What was he talking about? Lydia began to wonder if this game hadn't gone far enough. She had endured this cruel fingerfucking and his biting sarcasm. Wasn't it time to get on with fucking and…

"Ow!"

The hissing sound of the leather interrupted all thought. For a while Lydia couldn't believe he was going to whip her this way. It was torture, she thought! Besides, the ad had said nothing specific about pain! Bondage, discipline, not… not this!

"Uhhhhh!"

She screamed, her legs flying apart, her head jerking up while her cheeks reddened. The black leather had bitten cruelly into her ass-cheek, leaving a long ugly red mark against her white flesh. Lydia pulled her head up, blinking away a tear and staring at the big man now standing above her. He held both ends of the belt, snapping them against one another, leering at her.

"Please, no, no… don't do this to me!" she sobbed, shaking her head. Several stray strands of her blonde hair clung to her cheeks.

"Just what you need. Most of you cunts wag that ass around too much for a man. You need discipline, and that's what you'll get here."

"No, don't… don't…"

He was a vulture over her. Then Max swung the belt over her, the thick black leather sizzling through the air, hissing once more just before it burned into her ass-cheeks. The force of the blow made the bed shake while Lydia jerked her head back, tearing her mouth open and letting out a hellish scream. He was going to flay the skin from her bones, she thought! This had gone too far.

"No! No! Stop it! I didn't know what I was doing!" she rattled, the spit half-choking her as she pleaded with the big man behind her. "I won't say anything. Just untie me and let me go!"

Her mind was reeling around and around. She had gone too far, put herself into this position without knowing fully what would happen to her. Surely he would kill her. There were people like that out in the world. Why in God's name hadn't she thought this out more carefully?

"Sure, sure, I'll let you go… when I'm good and damned ready to!"

"Ahhhh!"

Lydia tried to roll back onto her ass, but the belt arched down again, the tip curling around her inner thigh and biting into the flesh just inches from her clit. The resulting burn made her clit spasm, the round, red tip sparking once again and forcing her cunt-muscles to spasm and itch. Again the belt hissed through the air, slicing between her ass-cheeks and cutting into the sweaty narrow crack.

Lydia beat her fists against the filthy pillow under her, feeling her asshole yanked out of shape from the force of that blow. She squirmed and whimpered as the belt thrashed down again and again over her quivering ass-cheeks, reddening the full flesh. Purple meaty welts rose from her skin. Lydia tried desperately not to cry. Crying would do no good, she felt, especially where this madman was concerned. It would, she thought, incite him to do more to her.

She chewed on her pouty lower lip, letting out a long sigh of relief when the beating seemed to slow down. Perhaps he was growing tired. Perhaps her pleas finally made some inroad to his sense of decency.

"Awk!"

Again! This time the belt slammed down around her ankles, nearly crushing the tiny bones. He whipped her soles, sending sparks shooting up her legs into her cunt. Already the searing agony had spread deliciously into her cunt, adding to the excitement rioting in her pussy. Her cunt vibrated with each blow, the tiny gland pulsating and throbbing. Lydia curled her fingers again, jerking her body up toward the headboard as if she were trying to get rid of the pain attacking her body.

Once more the belt came down over her asscheeks, up again, then down between her jutting shoulderblades. He was whipping her back now, crushing the leather against her spine, making the woman sob and scream. Lydia chewed the lumpy pillow under her, hiding her lust-contorted face in the material while she kept he ass-cheeks tense. Now they were opening and closing rhythmically, matching the blows from Max's black leather belt. When he slowed the attack a second time, the woman found herself raising her ass from the bed.

"I thought, you'd be a woman who wanted more," he said with a chuckle, bringing the cold brass buckle down to her asshole and pushing it up against the wrinkled gray flesh. "I saw that in your fuckin' eyes the second you walked in. Yeah, that's a good piece of meat, I said to myself."

"No, no, not true… not true," Lydia stammered.

"True, all right," he hissed, clenching his teeth and bringing the whip down after having circled it around his head. It crashed down against her asshole once again, bruising the smooth flesh just inside her shitter. Lydia thought she would pass out from the pain. The woman jerked her knees out, her body rocking wildly from side to side, making the headboard clatter against the wall in front of her.

"Nice ass, real nice ass," Max said, smoothing his fingers over the whip-scarred cab.

He was kneading it, pinching it up into tiny balls until Lydia squawked in protest. In a moment she could hear his zipper opening. Jerking her head around, she shook the burning tears from her eyes and looked at the eight-inch fat headed cock staring right back at her!

Oh God, not only was it long, it was thick as well… way thicker than her late husband's had been! He was behind her now. She could feel the bed sagging from his weight, could feel his rough hands sliding up her thighs, pinching her flesh. She reddened at the thought of this man taking such liberties with her and felt her cunt grow hot and tight at the idea.

He had tossed the belt down to the floor and was more interested now in probing around in her asshole, sticking one finger in up to the second joint and making the woman shout out in pain. When she felt his tongue against her shitter licking it while the digit still fucked her, Lydia nearly died! And when she felt his hands pushing up against her thighs, forcing her up onto her knees like a dog getting ready for a bitch-fuck, the woman could only think of that fat-headed cock and what it was going to do to her!

She felt the warm juice ooze from her cuntslit, trickling down her thighs, wetting the mattress under her. Lydia closed her eyes, feeling the cool air of the room blowing softly against her hot, sweating cuntlips, hi a second she felt something terribly hard and cold against her right cheek. Lydia looked, seeing only a long square object that was black in color. There was a clicking sound, then the feel of something colder whipping against her flesh. Although her vision was blurred, the woman could easily tell now that Max had opened a switchblade and was pressing it against her face!

Was he going to scar her with it? Was he going to stab her to death? All sorts of wild thoughts rattled about her head as Lydia cringed there on the bed, her full, reddened ass high in the air. That wet, sticky line of her cunt-crack felt more vulnerable than ever. Yes, yes, she was completely naked, exposed to this man. Lydia closed her eyes again in shame and terror, her chin wavering with fear as Max pulled back and began sliding the tip of the knife down between her shoulderblades.

Lydia let out a soft groan, shrinking her head between her shoulders and pulling at the ropes holding her wrists to the headboard. She felt the sharp cold sensation of the blade against her flesh. It left a narrow white line, barely cutting into the top layer of skin. The woman felt her flesh rowing taut around her budding nipples while she shivered at the possibilities of what could happen to her.