Paul Gable: Roped mother, raped daughter

Jack quickly damped the jumper cables' jaws onto the tit rings, fanning out the rubber cable over her body before pulling it backward over the windshield. He tugged at the device, pulling her tits back, back until the rounded bottoms were pressing against her chin. The pain was awful, exciting, sending spasms of agony through her tits!

Betti twisted around, inching back until her head dangled completely over the windshield, strands of her silky blonde hair tangling in the wipers. Rolling her eyes back, Betti could see even from her upside-down position that Jack was moving the cables around to his car battery. He had just attached the ground. Now he was tying with the red cable, looking at her, seeing the terror pulsing through her. Just as she was about to jerk up and pull the horrid cable clamps from her tit rings, Jack brushed the top of the metal against the positive terminal of the car battery.

"Yagh!"

It was as if someone had punched her with a hard fist! Her body jerked, her legs kicking up and out while her spine arched as if it would break. Her tits flopped together while her lips twisted apart to let out a short, sharp scream. Betti had never felt anything quite like that before. It had knocked the wind from her as she lay draped across the top of Jack's Mustang.

"Here, take this and rope the slut down before she jumps off."

"How?" Joe asked.

"Goddamn it! Just slip this fuckin' thing around her ankles, run it through the car, then tie her other ankle to it." Joe did as he was ordered, looping the line around Betti's right ankle and cinching it securely with a figure eight before throwing the rope through the rear opened window, catching it on the other side, and drawing it through to tie it to her other leg. Betti felt the rope biting down onto her ankles, the sensation not nearly as painful as the clamps biting into her cunt and nipples.

"You enjoy that, baby? You like gettin' a little juice up your twat?"

"No, don't! You'll kill me with that!" she cried, her eyes wide with tenor.

"With a car battery? Come on!"

But Jack screwed up his eyes in thought, dangling the damp again over the positive terminal before letting the metal touch it. Sparks flew, sputtering sounds filling the air seconds before the harsh current crashed into the girl's bound body.

Betti jerked spasmodically against the top of the car, her legs pulling outward against the restraining line while her head jerked and bounced against the windshield. Her eyelids fluttered wildly while her muscles bulged and cramped. The perspiration flowing from her pores made the conductivity of her flesh all the more intense. The current flowed more freely, sparking across her nipples, turning the bright pink nubs into purplish stubs sparking against the biting C-clamps.

Her cuntlips were puffing up, sparking and spasm with the heavy current. She could smell the pungent aroma of something burning, something smoking. It was her own cunt! They were burning up her pussy with that damnable electricity, watching her body jerk and bounce. "Uhhhh…"

The current was off once more. Betti sagged against the top of the blue Mustang, her legs draped against the back while she sucked in air for her aching lungs. She was exhausted, her brain buzzing and humming from the heavy electrical assault. She raised her head slightly, sure she would see two black stumps where her nipples bad been. No. They were still there, hard and thick against the clamps. But they were a dark purple now, the color of passion, Betti thought ironically.

As the teenager started to move a little more, she heard a clanking sound, followed by the current tearing through her body a third time. "Eaghghghhghghhhhh!"

Spit stood out like diamonds on her lips while her tongue rolled back, threatening to choke her. Betti's eyes widened as she rolled and pitched her thighs, the clamps chewing into her cuntlips and nipples. It was as if some awful beast were stalking inside her, ripping at her organs. Her bones almost rattled, the joints aching from the amperage tearing through her body. The blonde teenager screamed again, her body jerking up, slamming down, then arching up once more like a bridge span. She was rigid, stiff and shaking from the killing current while the two young men watched her with stiff, throbbing cocks.

"Uh!"

Jack pulled the clamps from the battery, reaching up and tearing them from her tit rings. Betti wanted to mutter a thank-you but found she was far too exhausted even to moan. Jack kept her roped to the top of the car for the moment, enjoying what his buddy had done on the spur of the moment.

Joe was leaning against the trunk now, staring right up into the girl's pulled-open virgin cunt. He was fingering his hard-on through his jeans, his eyes glazed and burning.

"First time you ever seen a cunt, boy? They're good, real good when they're in hot action. And I'll bet this little slut's sot one helluva hot pussy and don't even know it… yet!" Betti writhed against his strong hands, a sob escaping from her lips. She still ached from the electrocution, her nipples feeling as if they had been ripped from her tits while her cunt throbbed with a delicious kind of pain. She was staring at the two men who held her tight against the car roof.

It was a clicking sound that brought Betti back to life. She looked up, peering over her high-riding tits only to see Jack with a long switchblade in his right hand. She had seen him playing with the thing in Tina's back yard, holding Joe's fascination as he flicked the weapon in tight little spirals into a tree trunk. Now he was holding the steel blade straight up, the glistening point nearly touching the top of his forehead. He moved between her widely spread thighs once more, lowering the knife blade until the steel touched her inner thigh.

Betti strained against the ropes, holding her breath while staring wide-eyed at what the man was doing. He turned the blade, letting the cutting edge rest lightly against her flesh. Then he drew the knife up, barely touching her skin. A long white try followed the weapon while Betti's flesh quivered at the touch. She strained against the ropes, her hips moving against one another while her head shook from terror.

He drew the knife up, up, finally touching her cunt with the flat of the blade. Betti felt a breath explode from her lungs as she fell back against the roof of the car. Straining against the ropes until her thigh muscles cramped, the girl tried wriggling back, tucking her cunt away from the threatening knife. But Jack followed her closely, standing the blade up on end and touching her clit with the pointed tip while he rocked it from side to side.

Betti lay stiff, a slight tremor rippling through her quiet body. She expected the blade to come cutting through her cunt at any second.

When Jack pushed the sharp edge of the blade against her cuntal mouth, Betti lost control, feeling piss bubbling from her pussy.

"Damn!" Jack exclaimed.

Thank goodness! She felt the blade slide from her pussy in an instant, hearing Jack's muffled cursing as he wiped his hand against his Levi's. Quick as a striking cobra, he was back on the car, jabbing his fingers into her mouth and forcing her to lick the remains of her own piss. Betti gaged, tasting the vile piss with her tongue while her belly cramped and turned over in revulsion. Jack jammed his hand down farther banging her head against the windshield until the glass nearly cracked. She felt faint, her skull aching from the constant, relentless attack. He had one hand around her throat now, squeezing her windpipe slowly while still forcing her to lick at his soiled fingers.

The hand was abruptly gone from her neck. Turning her head, the girl coughed and spat. She barely had time to recuperate.

Jack reached down to one side, ripping the antenna from his car and tearing it from the base. He whipped the weapon through the air with a hissing, whining sound, bringing the thin steel down hard against her shoulders.