Paul Gable - Roped mother, raped daughter

"Oh God, God…"

Betti smiled, feeling herself wallowing in the filth these men had created. The sounds of her friend's screams were like music to her as she hung there, cum dripping from her cunt and asshole. Oh, she had been such a naughty, naughty girl! She had led her friend hear and now reveled in Tina's cries as she thought again – and again of having been double-fucked by these horny young studs.

"And don't worry, baby. Like I told you the hot time, I ain't finished with you and your family yet," Jack said to Betti.

Kathy sat on the sofa, her knees pressed tightly together as she stared off into the distance. To one side of her, the sound of the steady ticking of the oak grandfather's dock filled the otherwise silent living room.

She had been thinking about what had happens to her. She could still feel the hot water washing around in her ass guts. She could still feel those hands gripping her, the rough fucking, the shocked feeling she experienced when they told her about her daughter.

But what if they were lying? What if Betti wasn't involved in all this? That picture could have been faked. Jack and his friends were terribly clever and could have done something like that simply to torment Kathy even more.

Betti – involved with those punks! Impossible, she thought to herself, shaking the loose blonde hair from her eyes. Still, the nagging suspicion hung around her like a cloud.

She had to know. She had to make sure her daughter was free of this… this delightful horror. Delightful? Why couldn't she keep from smiling just a little as she thought of those feelings that had ravaged her?

Betti had just told her mother she was going over to Tina's for some studying this evening.

That was odd, Kathy thought, considering she hadn't heard from her daughter's friend for nearly a week. Tina was continually calling, tying the phone up for what seemed like hours.

The phone was strangely silent now…

"Okay. Mother, I'm off," Betti said, hugging her history books to her tits as she came into the living room and gave her mother a kiss on the forehead.

"Say hello to Tina for me," Kathy said, keeping her voice level.

How she hated doing what she was about to do – spying on her own daughter. They had built up a sense of trust, she thought, throughout the past five years. Her cunt throbbed, her fingers moving in tiny circles around her knees as she became aware of how her clothes pressed deliciously against her nipples and pussy. She was thinking about straightening out her daughter, and acted no better than a street whore, herself.

Kathy shook her head, realizing her breathing had become labored and shallow. She felt her nostrils flaring, as they had when Jack had fucked her. She felt shakier than ever and wondered if she was even capable of doing something like secretly following her daughter. There, the front door clicked shut. Kathy rose, feeling her cuntlips friction against one another as she walked to the front door. Nooo, she had to be stronger than this! She couldn't collapse or rush upstairs as she wanted to and finger-fuck herself. That was not her style, she thought, rushing through the door and dosing it quietly behind her.

Standing on the unlit porch and peering through the tall bushes on either side of the steps, Kathy caught a glimpse of her daughter walking quickly away. No, that wasn't the way to Tina's house. Her heart pounded as she stepped to the sidewalk, keeping well behind Betti. Oh, God in heaven, the girl was heading in the direction of that awful garage!

There had to be some mistake, Kathy told herself, cringing as she followed her daughter down the street. Tina ducked into a side alleyway. Kathy stopped at the alley, clutching her blouse, feeling a warm tear rolling down her cheek. Betti was going there. She knew her daughter was going there to the garage. Jack was right. The picture was real. Her daughter was involved with those horrid youths!

Somehow, Kathy managed to gather up the courage to follow Betti. She would confront them all, threaten them with the police. She didn't care if they told her daughter about what she'd done and how she'd acted. She had to get Betti out of this mess before it was too late. Creeping forward, she found herself there in the alley behind the garage. There were muted sounds of laughter as the door slammed behind her daughter.

Kathy could wait no longer. She wouldn't allow this to happen again. Sighing, the woman grabbed the rusty doorknob and twisted it, throwing the door open.

"I know what you're doing here, Betti – and I'm ashamed of you!"

"Mother! I… I had to come here!" Betti exclaimed, her mind reeling about as she stood there half-naked. Her books were scattered on the floor. "They threatened to hurt Tina, even to hurt you."

Kathy waved one hand in front of her as she surveyed the young men smirking in front of her. She started to grab at Betti, determined to yank her away from these awful youths. That was when she felt them grabbing her by the shoulders, ripping her away from the girl and throwing her hard against the wall. She could hear Betti screaming. Stunned, Kathy started sinking to the floor, a harsh sharp pain throbbing through her head. She could hear her daughter protesting as someone swaggered up to her. It was that blond be.

"Hey, Brad, you never had a crack at the old lady, did you?" Jack called out, punching Betti between her shoulderblades as she started to rush for her mother.

The girl's mouth tore open while her knees gave way. She screamed in pain, her body nearly snapping in two as she tumbled to the floor with a loud crash.

When Kathy saw Betti falling to the cement, the woman roused herself and pushed forward, her fingers curling in the air. She would scratch off his face. She would rescue her daughter and herself from these madmen! But Jack was quick, driving his fist into her belly with a sickening thud. Kathy doubled over, the wind whooshing from her lungs as sharp pains throbbed through her stomach. Seeing her mother falling to the floor, Betti rolled onto her ass, elbowing and crawling backward toward the back of the garage.

"Gag her," Jack ordered.

"No, you don't understand," Kathy cried.

"I'm going to take her away from all this!" Jack smirked and sneered, raising his heel up and bringing it down on her fingers. Kathy screamed, springing to life as she felt the tiny bones crushing under the pressing boot. It was all she could do to keep her sanity, her eyes rolling as the pain shot up her arm. She lurched forward, pressing her forehead against Jack's leg. More pressure. She screamed again, her voice shrilling. He was to break her hand! She could feel the pain throbbing past her crushed knuckles and spasming up her arm. Vainly, the woman tried puling her hand free. "There… now, you feel better?" Jack removed his foot from her hand. Kathy sighed with relief, quickly jerking her hand free and pushing it between her body and arm. How her fingers hurt! She blinked the tears from her eyes, not daring to look her daughter in her eyes. She lay back limply, trying to regain her breath. Betti lay on one side drawing her upper arms slowly over her naked tits. She felt so embarrassed to be exposed like that right in front of her own mother.

"Please, let us go! Let my daughter go, at least. She's so young, too young for you," Kathy pleaded.

Betti struggled and screamed, trying to get to her feet as she looked helplessly at her mother. Those stories were true! Her mother really had been involved with these crazy youths, just as she was. They had lured her here, calling her and threatening her with harming her mother when… when her mother was nothing more than a willing slave to them. Betti could have died with shame, thinking of what they probably had done with her mother.