Paul Gable - A mother enslaved

"Shut up, or I'll stuff that gag back in your fuckin' mouth. You want that, bitch?"

Shari shook her head back and forth, feeling her throat tighten. No. No more gags, no more restraints. She would put up with anything. But no more cuffs and whips.

"Good. You might enjoy this, just like you dug the electricity," Bobby murmured, rolling her over onto her belly and tugging her asscheeks apart.

He was probing her pussy now with his thumbs, rubbing them back and forth and setting her cunt on fire. Shari turned her head, pressing one cheek against the table top. The cold air coursed over her naked cunt, making the tiny muscles shiver. Her mind reeled with fear and the excitement that she was going to be fucked, really fucked for the first time in her life. Slowly, very slowly, she felt her sodden cunt-lips spreading apart once more. The fleshy, hair-lined lips of her sopping pussy were wide open now, ready for Bobby's massive cock.

"Oh yeahhh," he said, feeling the heat of her cunt wash over her fingers. He probed down deep, bending his head forward and sniffing at the pulsing hole. She could feel his tongue tracing the puffy outline of her outer cunt-lips, flicking into her cunt-slot, touching the sensitive trigger-hairs that made her cunt-walls buckle in from the heat.

"Don't… don't… oh no, don't touch me like that!"

But she was lying through her clenched teeth. Now Shari wanted the feeling, the sensation of that fat cock she had spotted earlier. Closing her eyes, she felt his fingers curling around her hipbones, holding her tight while he slipped up into her. Yes, there it was! There was that fat cock-head that had blindly stabbed against her flattened cunt-lips upstairs. Now she was beaten into submission, sobbing and trembling like a bitch dog in heat while Bobby was mounting her from the back.

He was gripping a fistful of hair with one hand, pulling back, jerking her face off the rack while still holding her tight around the waist. It was too much to stand! She cried out, her throat dry and hoarse while she felt her inner cunt-lips being forced apart. Bobby shoved forward, his cock bending at the middle while her rubber-like cunt-rim puckered inward from the force. She moaned, her pussy-lips finally giving way as the mass of cock-muscle began puling its way into her. Her legs trembled, her knees sliding apart as slowly, agonizingly, Bobby's thick-veined cock sank into her sappy cunt-hole. Shari's ass quivered, the sphincter going into spasm while her thighs ridged again. She was exhausted before, but now felt a fresh breath of life blow over her. The girl felt her cunt sheath snug up tight against the invading cock. The muscles suddenly cramped, the ache blasting through her mind. Shari cried out, swatting back with both hands. But Bobby kept his cock in her, now buried halfway.

He swatted her ass-cheeks now with both hands, pinching her flesh, trying to make her relax. Again her muscles cramped tight, making her shriek. She felt as if Bobby were tearing her down the middle. The giant cock-pole pushed down again, his hands slapping her again and again until finally the spasm passed. Shari groaned, unable to believe that horse-like cock was in her. Yes, yes, it was all the way in her now, lifting her from the table. It was almost impossible for her to believe she would survive something like this.

He was pulling out drawing his cock-meat from her cunt, watching and laughing as the girl twitched like a speared fish out of water. Shari wondered if it were possible to be fucked to death. That huge blood-bloated cock-knob was making her think that it was so. How his cock filled her tight, frothy cunt! She opened her mouth as if that would somehow ease the tension in her pussy. Shari writhed helplessly under the big stud, agonizing to the pressure of the hot, searing pain of his fuck. She flexed her muscles tightly together in an attempt to force out that raping prick. But the pressure of Bobby's prick won in the end.

"Ohhhhhh God, God, God!" Shari cried, sweat streaming down her face.

This was far worse, far more painful than anything her friends had told her about fucking. She had to lie there and accept the brutal attack on her cunt. To resist was futile, inviting more pain, more slapping. And now she felt his hands sliding under her belly, reaching for her nipples, tugging at the rings still stretching her flubs. He pulled at them, squeezed her tits then tore at the nipples until she shrieked in pain.

"Goddamn, Shari! You're… uhhhh… one helluva tight, hot fuck! Man, I was right about you!" Bobby groaned, slapping her ass cheeks once more.

What was horrible, what was degrading for the teen was that now she admitted the pleasure she was feeling to herself. She was groaning with delight now, working her ass up and down while Bobby slapped her ass and worked her asscheeks together. He was fucking hard now, his sweat spattering against her back while his crotch slapped wetly against her ass-cheeks.

He pounded his cock faster and faster, the thick-muscled cock burning like a branding iron through her cunt. Yes, yes, he was going to cum, going to fire his load into her pussy. What was worse was that Shari was going to cum right along with him. The tugging, pulling delight reeling through her was going to explode once more, triggering a mind-blowing set of sensations that would surely knock her senseless.

Bobby gasped, the white-hot jizz jetting into her sucking cunt, bubbling out of her filled cunthole. Shari felt the spattering sensation and screamed back, the throbbing sensation in her cunt exploding into those itchy aches of climax.

Her yowling blended in with his, her cunt clutching his cock as more and more of the spunk shot into her fuck-hole. Shari fell back against the table, her ass still high in the air, her nipples throbbingly sore while Bobby slowed his fucking movements. Fucked! Fucked for the first time in her life!

Lydia stood hesitantly by the phone, her fingers poised to dial the police. What Max, that awful man had done to her still burned in her mind. She thought of the torture, of his spitting mouth as he laughed at her, then ravaged her body shamelessly.

No. She couldn't do it. With a sigh of defeat, she returned the receiver into the cradle, putting both hands to her mouth and pressing her fingertips hard against her lips. He had wanted to see her tonight. Three long days had passed since her ordeal. He had phoned her moments ago, having taken her phone number from her purse. Lydia had heady jumped from her skin when she heard that panting voice, her cunt growing moist and warm while her tits, seemed to swell in her bra.

No. No. She couldn't be feeling things like this, especially not after what she had endured! But as he talked softly, telling her what he was going to do to her, Lydia felt her knees grow weak while that electric spark rippled up and down her thighs, drawing juice from her cunthole that dampened her nylon panties. She had agreed in the end, her resolve had failed.

"Oh, hi, Mom!"

Shari walked in through the front door, hugging her school books to her tits. Lydia looked at her daughter, feeling that same uneasiness that had been haunting her these past three days. Something had happened to Shari, something awful. She could feel it. The spring was gone from her step, and she stared moodily at the wall during dinner when she didn't realize her mother was studying her.

"More homework?" Lydia asked, looking for some in, some clue that would let her into her daughter's mind. They had been so close before. What had gone wrong?

"No. Well, kind of. I'm going over to Kathy Beddingfield's to study for the American history exam, if that's okay," Shari said listlessly, tugging at her blonde hair absently.

"Oh, yes, of course," Lydia said, her heart skipping a beat. It was as if Shari knew her mother was going to be roped and raped tonight and wanting it badly!