Paul Gable: Roped mother, raped daughter

"What?" Kathy gasped.

She couldn't believe this was happening. She struggled against the restraining hands. She heard tearing, ripping sounds and realized they were stripping her of her dress. She could feel the ragged ends of the garment sliding over her naked arms as she twisted there on the floor. Jack was in on the melee now, pawing at her, tearing at her bodice, then pulling the dress down over her ankles.

She somehow managed to twist herself up onto her knees, scampering away from the pulleys like an animal on all fours.

Jack booted her in the ass, the force of that blow sending Kathy sprawling face-first onto the dirty concrete floor. She skidded several feet before coming to rest just short of the closed garage door. Looking around, Kathy tried rising to her feet, only to receive another knee jab against her chin. The woman flipped backward, her legs sprawling widely apart while her arms stuck out crucifixion style.

"Ugh!"

Kathy couldn't believe these boys, these children, she thought, who could have been her sons were doing this to her.

"Oh!"

Someone had ripped the bodice of her dress completely off. She felt her tits springing free, slapping against one another as loud, coarse laughter exploded behind her. It had been Joe, Tina's brother, who had done this to her! She turned around, scowling at him as she covered both tits with her hands.

"What's the matter, baby? You don't wanna show these pulleys just how much you got to offer a man?"

"Wh-what did you s-say?" Kathy stammered.

"Come on."

Jack scooped her up, pinning her arms behind her and thrusting one knee into her lower back. Kathy groaned, the pain shooting up and down her spine while her hips rolled under the pressure lewdly. Someone else was pulling down at her skirt – a young blond boy, perhaps a little older than Joe, who was standing there gawking at her. The woman rolled her hips, feeling the panties snuggling up against her cunt. Joe sprang into action again, racing up and curling his fingers around her briefs and tugging them dawn.

Kathy twisted around, kicking at the boy then jerking her hips back to keep anyone from stripping her. But she could do little with her arms pinned painfully behind her. Joe pulled her panties from her ankles, bringing them up to his nose and sniffing at them deeply while the others laughed.

She was naked now, stripped nude by these animals while Jack held her elbows nearly pinned together behind her.

"That's it, baby, walk around. Show us your stuff," he growled, pushing the woman forward.

Kathy stumbled away from Jack, her shoulders aching from the abuse. She swept the long hair from her eyes, looking around and seeing the pulleys standing around and leering at her. She froze, one hand cupped over her pussy while the other drew up once more around her nipples. She was so ashamed, she could have died right there. Jack muttered a curse under his breath, reaching down and pulling his long black leather belt from his jeans. Kathy heard the hissing sound of leather against cloth and turned just in time to see him doubling his belt and raising it high in the air…

She shuddered, her knees trembling while sweat broke out on her forehead. She watched as the belt came down in a broad are, hissing through the air like a snake before it smacked dryly against her right shoulder.

Kathy screamed, nearly falling to the concrete floor as a hot ribbon of pain exploded on her shoulder. Rubbing the injured area with one band, she rushed to one side of the garage. In the panic racing through her, Kathy stubbed her toes twice on some metal pails, tumbling head over heels until she wound up crumpled among some gardening tools. Joe pulled the rakes and hoes roughly to one side, the dangling sound shattering her nerves. Kathy stretched out one band, pushing it through a tangle of green garden hoses as she tried to extricate herself from the mess.

Jack kicked her in the ass, pulling down on her ankle and dragging the woman out from the pile until she lay naked on her back. Two of the youths were towering over her now – Jack and the blond boy. Shielding her eyes with one hand, Kathy felt a tremor ripple through her body. Never, ever had she felt this naked, this vulnerable before in her life.

"Up!"

Jack dragged her up by one arm, nearly dislocating her shoulder with the pull. He smacked her on the ass with the doubled belt, bringing it down against her tits a second time. The woman screamed, trying to cover herself as best she could while lunging away from the maniac. Again she tripped, stumbling, catching herself, then stumbling again. Someone slapped her face, stunning the woman while Joe reached down and cupped his fingers around her pussy. She screamed, feeling him digging two fingers into her cunt and twisting them around. He was breathing heavily, his eyes wide and glistening while he wrapped one leg around hers, trying to force her back onto him. Drawing her elbows back, she jabbed the youth hard in the belly, knocking the wind from him. But Joe had learned from Jack, recovering quickly while curling his fingers in her cuntal thicket and yanking out a fistful of her pussy hairs.

Kathy screamed again, her eyes rounding as she doubled over and sank to her knees. Throwin' the ripped cunt hair down, the young man cuffed Kathy against the side of her head knocking her completely to the floor. She lay there, one arm draped over her head, sobbing uncontrollably while drawing her knees up against her tits in a fetal position.

"Come on. Let's get this bitch propped up so we can show her what it's all about," Jack grunted, slipping both hands under her shoulders and puling Kathy up from the floor. She muttered something, shaking her head and looking blankly around the garage. Her feet seemed to be slipping under her as her head lowed back, her long blonde hair swinging over her naked ass. What, dear God, were they planning for ha next?

"No, no…"

It was humiliating, disgraceful! Even in her dazed state of mind she realized they were doing something terrible to her. Kathy was knocking on a table now, her tits flattened against the tops of her thighs. She crouched there her ass naked for all the world to ex. Kathy buried her face in her hands, feeling her cheeks burning while the men all stared silently at her.

Jack reappeared with somethings under his arm. Turning her head and pushing the loose hair from over her eyes, she saw he was holding rubber bags with long black rubber hoses. Behind him, he pulled a long tube mounted atop a small portable generator. When she started to rise, he slapped her ass hard, barking an order for her to turn around and keep her mouth shut. Kathy cringed, her knees hurting as they pressed against the old, splintery wood of the work bench. She heard water running from the old double sink on the other side of the garage while there was clattering going on behind her. In a moment, she felt something poking up against her shitter. Kathy lurched forward, her muscles tensing while her knees moved agonizingly over the splintered wood.

"Star still!" Jack demanded.

Her mouth opened, her eyes rounding as she felt something slipping into her asshole. She wanted to swat back, to knock away the offending hand. But Kathy remembered the belt, the slapping, the fact that these youths could easily hurt her. They were young men, she thought, not children.

She jerked forward again, feeling more of that awful thing sliding into her shitter. They were pushing a thin, rubbery tube up, up into her bowels, tasking her asscheeks flex.

Kathy gulped in air, her eyes closing as she felt that awful thing worm into her ass guts. She had never, ever had anything like that happen to her!

"Ow!"

She felt the tube hit a kink. Trembling, tears of rage and shame rolling down her cheeks, Kathy curled her fingers together until they bit into her sweaty palms. Jack pulled back on the long tube for a moment, feeding more and more in until she thought it would come snaking out of her mouth. It stop! Thank God in heaven, it stopped. She lowered her head, feeling her muscles relax.