Paul Gable - A mother enslaved

"Man, you don't know how many nights I jerked off thinkin' about you like this," he whispered, rubbing the crop against her cheek, leaving red marks against her flesh. "I thought about you a lot bein' like this and blew out my mind. Now here you are! I ain't gonna let you go for a long, long time."

Shari felt her heart sinking in despair. She moaned through the gag, pleading with her eyes, begging him silently not to hurt her. Nothing would work, she knew. He was trailing the tip of the crop along her body, touching her nipples, her tits, her thighs, then moving behind her and rubbing the cool black leather up and down over her ass-cheeks. The thing was gone suddenly. Shari tensed, her heart beating so hard she thought it would surely crash through her ribcage. Bobby wasn't going to let her go… at least, not now. He was planning something, waiting for something. Then the hissing, whistling sound of leather cutting through the air told the girl just what was about to happen.

Shari thought her mind would shatter as the knotted leather thongs chewed into her asscheeks. Bobby brought his arm back once more, swinging the crop over his head, then slicing it across her ass-cheeks once again. Shari shrieked a second time, tears starting from her eyes while her nostrils flared in pain and terror. Her ass was burning. Shari jerked in her bonds, the chains rattling overhead while the wrist ad snide cuffs cut cruelly into her flesh. Her spine cracked while her neck nearly snapped in two from the wild movements she made. No. No. He would stop. He wouldn't go on, not while seeing her twist and writhe in such agony!

A third blow sliced into her sweaty ass-crack, cuffing the tender flesh while biting into the sensitive wrinkled shit-hole. Sparks shot up into her bowels, making her stomach tense, then turn over sickeningly. Again Shari could feel the sour bile rising in her throat and used all her will to force it back down again. Her body swayed slowly, her shoulders shaking while her tits danced against one another, the rings pulling them from her tits. Bobby was more careful with the fourth blow, slicing the thongs past her asshole and bringing them down between her cunt-lips. One knotted piece whipped across the top of her clit, sending the girl into agony.

Sparks showered into her cunt, her tiny muscles spasming itchily and painfully while the thong dragged through her cunt, slipping away down against the bench at last. Shari closed her eyes, feeling her mind freeze as she heard the leather thongs whistle through the thickening air once again. It came down against her cunt once more, bruising the interior of her pussy.

Again it snapped back, crashing down into her pussy and burning into her cunt like a poker! The pulling of the screws on her cunt-lips intensified the horrid pain even more while her ass-cheeks clenched and unclenched automatically. Bobby kept on beating the riding crop against her body, leaving long red marks on her sides and ass-cheeks until the young girl was nearly numb from the blows.

Sensing this, he stopped, regaining his breath while he listened to Shari's muffled moans. The girl was chewing down hard on the gag, thanking God she had at least that to take out her pain and shame on. Fires of a terrible hell burned through Shari as she hung there, her body drooping against the restraints. Bobby moved around to her, holding the crop so tightly his knuckles whitened from the grip. Perspiration dripped down his face, making him look that much more evil, more hellish in the reflecting yellowish overhead light.

"Yeah, that's it, Shari, beg with those eyes! I wanna see you beg with those fuckin' eyes!" he shouted, his voice hurting her ears.

When she moved her face away from his, the athlete flew into a rage, bringing the crop down against her nipples. Shari jerked her head up, screaming through the wedge, certain he had tore her nipples from her tits. The pain was mind-shattering, burning through her tits, then crushing up into her skull! Singeing fires raged through her tits as again and again Bobby brought the leather thongs down over the distended tips. Her body squirmed and strained against the bonds while more screams choked behind the awful gag.

Once more Bobby realized Shari had reached her limit. Cursing, he threw the crop down to the floor with a laud clatter, moving up to her and gathering her tits in both hands. He kneaded them softly, puffing at the rings, laughing as the girl moaned softly through her gag.

"You think this was bad, eh? It's just the start. My uncle Max taught me a lotta shit. He was in the war and had all kinds of neat stuff on interrogating prisoners. He says I'm more like him every day!" Bobby sneered, pulling at her rings, then moving back.

Who was this awful Uncle Max? What had he done to Bobby? Shari instinctively grew to hate this unseen man, this man in the shadows who was responsible for all her pain. Still, she prayed to God she would never meet the savage who had engineered both this house of horror and the young man to run it!

"This is real interesting. I never tried this fucker before, though Uncle Max told me it's real good on cunts like you. Makes 'em realize who's boss," Bobby said, unraveling black wires that tangled out from behind a large gray box.

Shari watched, regaining her breath and trying to come to terms with the burning sensation growing more and more intense around her bound wrists and ankles. Her shoulders ached more and more while her thighs and belly muscles cramped horribly. Her face whitened, dots of cold sweat beading her forehead while a pulse leaped through her throat.

He had a generator, a small, portable power generator that he had wheeled from the shadows as she hung there helplessly. Shari saw him checking the clamps, then move about to look at the connections at the back of the generator. Satisfied, Bobby pulled one of the coiled black wires straight, holding the tiny rusty clamp at one end and opening its mouth. Moving up to her, Bobby grinned, attaching the clamp to her tit clamp, then doing the same to the other with another wire. The added weight pulled at her nipple even more, making the teen groan through her gag.

"That thing in your mouth's gonna keep you from bitin' your tongue. That's good, 'cause you can never tell what a cunt's gonna do when she's wired. That's what my uncle Max always says."

Uncle Max again! How she hated this unknown man! And how he loomed over her life, shaping it, directing it as she was completely in Bobby's power. He was back under her body again, slipping two more clamps around the rings tugging her cunt-lips open, then threading a wire into her shitter. This was the final humiliation. Shari groaned, closing her eyes in shame and blushing furiously. A man, a man she had never known well before, was slipping this awful thing up her ass! It was almost more than she could stand, the mortification making her feel faint.

But Shari soon overcame her queasiness when she saw Bobby stroll back to the generator and flip on the switch. Immediately she heard a steady hum come from the machine, saw the needles through the scratched plastic cover pulse regularly up and down. Bobby checked the wires once more, then leaned down against the machine and let one hand drop over the knob. He was doing this slowly, watching her eyes round and widen, her pupils open more and more as his fingers tightened around the control knob.

She knew what was going to happen. She would feel electricity shooting into her body in a second. He would control the amount, watching her bob up and down like a puppet while the voltage scared through her flesh. She thought about all those stories of men being electrocuted in the prison chair.

Bobby had been careful to keep the wires on her tits from crossing, minimizing the chance of Shari having a heart attack. Still she felt the warm, pulsing sensation of the current surging through her nipples and into her tits. The girl bit down into the rubber wedge, feeling the surface give way under her teeth. Oh, this was far more pleasing, she thought, than the awful beating she had received from the crop! The rings pulling on her cunt-lips came alive, teasing her cunt like prickly feathers, making the lips swell up against the clamps while juice bubbled from her crack, wetting down the wires.