Paul Gable - A mother enslaved

Shari heard squeaking sounds, then immediately felt the tension increase around her arms and thighs. The rings were moving up toward the ceiling! They were taking her with it, pulling her body up from the table by her bound ankles and wrists. In a moment she felt her knees bending. Her belly stretched, her tits jutting from her chest while Shari bent her head, feeling the sweep of her blonde hair against her back.

The pain was awful! The girl thought her bones would snap in two. There was a popping sensation in her shoulders while her arms muscles knotted terribly! She felt her body swaying gently from side to side, each movement increasing the aches in her shoulders and thighs.

"Nice, real nice," Bobby whispered, running his fingers along her tits until they brushed up against her nipples.

Shari could only think of the pain, of the stretching agony that throbbed through her bones and head. She could hardly breathe! Never, never had she felt anything like this before in her life! And there she was, the cuffs cutting into her wrists and ankles while the overhead chain suspended her body above the workbench, puffing at all her tendons and joints! It was all the teen could do to keep from screaming.

"Not shoutin' down the walls yet are you? That's real nice, Shari. I don't like hearing all that screamin'. Makes me nervous," Bobby said, cupping her face in his hands, then pressing his fingertips against her forehead so hard she thought he was going to crush her skull.

"No, please, lemme go! I… I don't want this!" she sobbed.

Bobby threw back his head and laughed, letting go of her head.

"Sure you don't. At least, at first. But bet this is gonna change!" he said, wagging a warning finger in her face.

Never! Never would she feel comfortable doing this kind of thing. He was sick. Bobby was some kind of maniac who enjoyed hurting people. Shari had read about men like that, men who enjoyed beating women, making them perform horrible things then raping them as a reward! Was Bobby one of those men? Dear God, was his uncle one too?

He was swinging her from side to side, laughing as her body pulled painfully against the rusty rings suspending her over the bench. Her tendons ridged against her thighs while the cords stood out against her throat. Shari let out a hoarse cry, feeling the tiny bones in her wrists cracking against the restraints. She thought her spine would surely snap in half from this harsh, unnatural position while Bobby continued to play with her.

Bobby stood back, rubbing his cock through his Levi's, then reached back and pulled out a small silver lighter. Perspiration dotted the girl's forehead as he approached her once more, flipping open the top and spinning the small black wheel. An orange-red flame exploded from the small lighter, the fire flickering in the draft as the young athlete brought it closer to Shari's face.

The girl reared back her head, her eyes rounding, her scalp crinkling with terror as she felt the warming flame more and more against her face. Was he going to burn her alive strung up this way? Her heart beat wildly as the fire neared her nose, singeing the tiny hairs in her nostrils. His lips curled into a horrid smile, one that made Shari both sick and terrified. The fire was moving away from her eyes, thank God.

But now he was moving it from side to side over the base of her throat. Shari groaned, twisting her ankles against the restraints while she felt her belly sagging downward toward the bench. Sweat drenched her body now, dripping from under her arms while her nipples stood out thick and red, itching from her tits. What was happening to her? Why were they getting so hard? Shari screwed up her eyes, trying to find the answer while she concentrated as well on the moving fire.

Without a warning, he brought the tip of the flame to within one inch of her nipple. Shari sucked in a shuddering breath and held it until her eyes swam. This made her tits stand out even more. She was very still, not darting to move as Bobby brought the fire even closer to her turgid nub.

Perspiration streaked her flushed cheeks while an odd tight throbbing began deep in her cunt. That flame was starting to burn her nipple. It was starting to hurt, to throb, as if someone had ripped it from her tit. But deep down inside, the girl was feeling something else. She was feeling that odd kind of excitement she had feared. Shari shivered, her eyes looking down at the flickering flame now nearly touching her nipple. Bobby's smile increased into a hellish grin.

He had done it! He had brought the flame right up against her nipple, letting it burn into her itchy nub. She shrieked the shrieks of the damned, her head jerking from side to side, her body swaying against the restraints. The added moves increased the pulling agony of the bond against her wrists and ankles. Bobby kept the fire there for only a moment, moving it now to the other nipple and burning that. Again the teen shrieked, her head snapping up and down while her tits jiggled against one another. Bobby quickly flipped the cover over the flame, snuffing it while he struck the young blonde with the back of his hand.

"I'm tired of you yellin'. It's not gonna do you any good," he explained, shoving the lighter back in his pocket. "You saw when you came here. There's nothin' 'round here… 'cept a few illegals squatting in the house down there, and they ain't gonna call nobody around here to save you!"

Shari sagged in the bonds, relieved that at least for a while the pain was gone from her nipples. She whimpered, hanging her head down, letting the long blonde hair curtain her face. It was a nightmare. Things like this just didn't happen… and yet there it was, going on right in front of her face, and there was nothing in the world she could do about it!

When Shari opened her mouth again to beg him to stop hurting her, Bobby signaled her to keep quiet, moving back into the shadows and returning with a black-colored rubber wedge. This he shoved deep into her mouth, fixing it by wrapping an old filthy handkerchief tightly around her head, pressing it against her lips.

Shari nearly vomited at the awful taste of the thing pushed down against her tonsils. She would have surely vomited under ordinary circumstances. But, the teen knew she would strangle on her own puke. Satisfied the girl would make no further sounds, Bobby moved more slowly, stepping behind her, gathering up more toys before returning to her. Shari blinked her eyes dear, seeing him holding what appeared to be a weird assortment of earrings. There were large screws at the ends of these things. Bending down, Bobby took one and slipped his right hand up against her cunt.

Shari blushed furiously. She had hoped they would have had some romantic love affair where he would gently overcome her modesty, undress her and make passionate love. But now he was fingering her pussy without regard to her feelings, fumbling with one cunt-lip, then trapping the lip in the screw while tightening the top. Shari winced, scrunching up her face as she felt the pulling sensation.

"Now, for the other."

She felt the heavy ring brush up against her other cunt-lip, the screw tightening, the sides pinching her cuntlips, then tugging down as Bobby slid out from under her. Shari looked at the handsome young boy, searching his face for some sign of kindness, of mercy. There was none. There was only the frightening picture of a man triumphant, about to crush her under his boot. And when he opened a third ring, bringing the opened end up against her sore nipple, Shari bit down on the wedge, her scream stopping in her throat. The pain was even more acute up here than on her pussy as Bobby lightened the clamp more and more, crushing the dark red injured nub.

The second clamp hurt nearly as much as the first against her nipple, the cold steel cutting cruelly into her flesh. She curled her icy fingers, creasing her palms with her nails as she wondered what he would do to her next. It wasn't long before Shari saw the results, watching as Bobby brought back with him a long black leather riding crop. He was pushing the butt of the handle up against her chin, raising her head, making her look at him. Her neck muscles hurt while her thighs throbbed and ached more than ever.