Paul Gable: Roped mother, raped daughter

Betti squirmed her body lightly against the floor, feeling the bikini bottoms snuggling up tight against her cunt. There was no more excitement. There was no more curiosity. There was only fear, terror and pain shooting through the girl like a narcotic as Jack pressed down harder, making her twist her head to one side. She gasped now, her throat tightening while terror gripped her heart like an icy fist.

Jack took his foot off her face for a moment, reaching down and slipping his callused fingers under her bikini bottom. It took little effort for him to rip the flimsy nylon from her cunt.

Betti let out a little cry, feeling the last shred of decency torn from her. They were going to rape her here in the garage, fuck her cherry to pieces! She started to cry, the hot tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as she continued to lie there helpless under the big stud. So, this was how she was going to lose her innocence! The horror and shame of it spasm through her, making the teenager ill.

"Get up."

He twisted his fingers in her hair again, jerking her head-up and pulling until Betti found herself scrambling for her life. Her feet stumbled over one another while her knees shivered for support. Her tits slapped together as Jack pulled her hair fast to his classic 1967 blue Mustang. He flung her against the car, her thighs banging against the fender while her tits flattened across the cold smooth finish. Jack was holding her by the back of the neck now, his fingers pressing into her flesh while she leaned over and fought for what courage she could muster.

"Like to spy on girls, huh? You wanna get fucked, baby? Is that it? Is that why you came out here all decked out like this? To get some cock?"

"No, no, that's not true!" she protested.

Jack looked at her thoughtfully, then shook his head.

"That's not what I think, baby. I can see fuckin' written all over your damned face. You want cock, and that's lust what you're gonna get."

"No! Oh Joe, help me! Don't let him do this to me!" Jack struggled with her, slapping her several times until Betti finally stopped her wild screaming. The harsh blows across her face took some of the fight from her as she struggled to stay conscious, her tits flopping madly against one another. With one back-handed blow, Jack knocked her half senseless across the hood of his car, pushing her up against the windshield and leaving her there for a moment. Ordering Joe to keep an eye on her, he swaggered over to the work bench, pulling open the center wooden drawer and fishing around for a moment or two before returning with four C-clamps.

Betti felt the windshield wipers cutting into her back flesh. She started to prop herself on her elbows and received a sharp blow across the face for that effort. When she tried rolling to the right she felt Jack's hands grabbing her shoulders, pulling her up, up, until he had her stretched out on the roof of his car. It was so odd lying like this, her feet dangling over the back while her spine pressed against the cold top. He pulled her back a little, and her blonde hair fanned over the windshield as he climbed up to the top and crawled around until he was kneeling on her shoulders.

His weight made the girl err out, snapping her head from side to aide. Peering up through tear-stained eyes, Betti could see his prick was hard, pressing up against the front of his Levi's until she thought the cockhead would burst right through the stretched material Jack took one of the clamps and tightened the screw until there was only half an inch opened. Bringing his hands down, he slipped the device over her right nipple, twisting the screw once more until it was crushing the nub in its grip.

Betti screamed, her eyes rounding while the cord in her neck stood out. She pounded her fists against the car's roof, her body squirming and twisting under Jack. He ignored her, ignored Joe's concern as he brought the other damp around and tightened that screw over her left tit-tip. Jack let the devices slip to either side of her body, distending her tits and making the pressing pain against her nipples even more intense.

The strong girl sobbed, choking on her own cries, the roaring of her pulse deafening her to early everything except her screams. Sliding down a few feet the big stud brushed the backs of his fingers against the soft blonde fuzz curling over her cunt. Betti cringed away, her thighs tensing while her legs squirmed against the roof of the car.

She bit her lower lip, feeling the flames of shame flare across her cheeks. No one except her mother and maybe Tina once or twice had seen her this naked! And here was this man gapping at her pussy, feeling it, touching it. He stuck in one finger, the jagged fingernail scraping along her sensitive cuntal membranes, Betti let out a groan, dosing her eyes in defeat and embarrassment while curling her fingers until the nails bit into her sweaty palms. She squirmed her asscheeks against the roof of the car nearly forgetting about the pain throbbing through her tits while that awful finger wormed sickeningly through her virgin pussy until that nail brushed up against her cherry.

Jack stopped, his eyebrows rising as he stared at the helpless, bound teenager in amazement.

"Man, you're still a fuckin' virgin! What do you do? Suck cock all the time? Or do you take cocks up the ass?"

Betti was too sickened by her fear to answer the awful question. She drummed her legs against the back of the car as she felt that finger pressing in, the nail pressing painfully against the bunched soft flesh that kept Betti still in childhood.

He stopped for a moment, cocking his head to one side, then slowly drawing out his finger. Betti let out a sigh of relief, feeling her muscles relax all at once with relief.

Then she felt the cold steel of the clamp against her right cuntlip. He was fitting that thing on her, slipping the C-clamp onto one pussylip, then twisting the screw until the steel was biting painfully into her soft, puffy cunt flesh. Betti knew screaming wouldn't help. This guy seemed to thrive on her cries. Instead, she bit down harder on her lower lip until she could taste blood, resolved to not make one sound while he slipped the second clamp onto her opposite cuntlip and screwed the device tight.

The clamps pulled her pussy wide open, revealing the rich pink moist cuntmeat that made Jack lick his lips. Again he fucked one finger into her cunt, slipping it down, down until the tip speared into her cherry. And again Betti struggled to keep her cry down, the pain akin to that of being stabbed with a knife.

"Uh!"

Jack pulled his finger out of her pussy, sniffing at the tip and grinning down at her.

"Virgin or not, you got some of this juice flowin' outta you, and that means one hot cunt. You'll see," he said with a wink.

Betti was afraid to move one muscle as he slipped off her body and jumped to the garage floor. She could hear him opening the hood of the Mustang, then rattling around the front of the car. Her back and shoulders hurt from the awkward position she was in. And the clamps seemed to be living things, biting into her nipples and chewing down on them while her skin chilled to the cold automobile steel Jack was back in a moment with something large dangling from his hand.

"We'll see just how good you are at takin' things – you know, like pain and all that." Betti rolled her head, catching sight of Joe, who was grinning at her. He had gone over to the other side, forgetting their years of friendship and thinking only of his cock! Betti could have screamed at him, but soon found she had other concerns to worry over.

Jack had a pair of jumper cables in his hand – big yellow ones, the blade jaws of which brushed over the rings biting into her nipples. She eyed them warily, her pulse leaping into high gear. What oh what were they going to do to her with that awful thing?