Paul Gable - Roped mother, raped daughter

"They used this shit – yeah – back in the thirties. And now they're usin' it again. But we're gonna have ourselves some fun with this broad. Look."

He switched on the machine, holding the rubber tube just above Kathy's ass. Immediately short, jerky pulses of water shot from the tiny two holes at the end, spraying her body with the icy liquid. She shivered, wanting to turn around and see what they had in store for her, and yet at the same time fearing to see.

Jack pulled the catheter from her shitter, tossing the used rubber to the ground and slipping in the long narrow black handle of the colonies machine. Kathy groaned once more, her ass jerking up in the air her hips rolling lewdly while shocks of delight and shame exploded throughout her body. Once more, against her will, her cunt muscles started sucking at the hard candle sticking from her pussy.

"Okay, watch this. I put a little white wine in here," Jack said, tapping the long clear plastic tube sticking up from the machine.

With a flip of a switch, the liquid started to bubble like a lava lamp. A tiny machine at the base started to whir into life, two wheels bouncing up and down against the long black tube leading to Kathy's violated ass. With one flip of the Y-clip, Jack opened the tube, letting the liquored water into her ass.

At first Kathy lay quietly, feeling the cold fluid flowing into her shitter. She had endured this only moments ago. She knew how to move her belly against the table to massage her bowels and let them relax under the increasing pressure.

But now there was something new, something that took her breath away. She was starting to feel a little woozy while a kind of harsh tenderness was making her bowels ache. Kathy twisted her body around, working her shitter muscles around once more, trying to shove that awful thing from her ass.

The pulsing was doing erotic things to her, as well. She thought the machine was shooting in the water the way a man's prick shot jizz. Yes, yes, it was the same rhythm! Jack had been clever indeed, matching the spasms of his prick to the jerky thrusts of the colonic machine.

Kathy twisted her hips around, feeling her ass guts filing up, the pressure moving her organs around inside as before. She felt her nipples scratching and tearing against the tabletop while her knees beat against the wood. More tears sprang to her eyes as she worked her pussy up and down against the tabletop. She was screwing the candle into her cunt by herself, pressuring the thing down into her body and feeling the smooth waxy thing rubbing against per clit. She snapped her head back, her eyes glowing now while the wine in her bowels flowed faster and had its effect.

Kathy felt a buzzing, whirring sensation in her head, growing drunker by the second while the watered wine jetted in erotic spasms up her ass. The woman was beyond control now, her ass jerking up and down so fast the men could hardly keep up with it. Jack was watching with growing interest, rubbing his prick through his Levi's while Kathy groaned and hummed.

"No, no, ohhhhhh…"

She couldn't keep her cool any longer. Kathy was working her thighs from side to side as if a lover were fucking her, driving his prick into her while her ass bubbled over with the jetting, spraying wine and water. The men watched in fascination as the fluid bubbled and frothed around the woman's asshole. Kathy could feel the warm liquid flowing down the backs of her shivering thighs. But she couldn't feel shame and degradation any longer. Her cunt was spasming, cumming, climaxing again and again while that wonderful enema was doing such things to her!

"Uhhh… ohhhhh, fuck!"

Jack was sure she would do that. He switched the machine onto a higher pulse rate, sending a shower of liquid into her bowels. Kathy howled, her body jerking up, slamming down, then jerking up again.

"Come on, baby, that's it, get it up, get it up!" Jack shouted, watching as the water sprayed out from her violated shitter.

Just when Kathy thought she could take no more, he stopped the machine, yanking out the tube from her asshole while twisting the candle from her cunt. It took little time for him to be behind her doggy style, jabbing his prick up against her cunt. She could feel the blind stabs, feel the hard, hot cockhead trying to work its way into her tightly clenched pussy.

"No, oh no, don't… don't fuck me! No, not like this… oh God, not like this!" Jack held her hips, arching his back and poling his prick directly into her hot, hungry cunthole. Kathy screamed, her body shivering as if someone had touched her with a live wire. Her pussy drooled, snapping shut wet on his cock once. Jack laughed, slapping her hard on the back of the head and calling her obscene names while rocking his hips. She could feel it, feel it as if he were tearing her body in two with that big cock. The enema had done its job, sensitizing her loins to every touch.

"Yaehghhg… ohhh!"

She came hard, her mind shattering wildly while she felt spurts of something hot and wet blasting into her pussy. Was it the colonies machine? Oh no, no, it was Jack's prick that wonderful cock spitting its jizz into her hot fuckhole!

"Uhhhhhhh!"

It was over! Thank goodness, it was, over! She could feel the spasms dying down ale her cunt slackened from the gigantic cum she had experienced. Kathy lay slumped on the table, her muscles like rubber, her ass and cunt burning while Jack pulled his softening prick from her pussy.

"Man, oh man! That was good, real good. I think, mama, we got winners on our hands – you and your daughter," Jack said with a laugh. "No, I don't believe you," Kathy moaned, turning her face away from him.

He gripped her hair, twisting her head around and puling up on the tearing strands until her eyelids flickered from the pain and pressure, "You callin' me a fuckin' liar, bitch? We're gonna take care of that. I'm gonna make you see just what kinda little slut you got runnin' around your house," he said, spitting in her face.

Kathy was sorry she had said anything. Perhaps Betti had fallen, had gone with these men. But she had schooled her daughter so carefully, so openly. Surely the girl would have told her something, would have indicated something was terribly wrong. Betti, fucked by these men, like this? Impossible!

"And you needn't think this is gonna stop," he said, puling up her head by the hair, then letting it down. "We don't met a lady who loves nuts with an enema up her ass that often. You'll be back, baby, and back with your cute daughter."

"My brother? Are you sure, Betti? That's too weird to be true."

Betti clinched her fists, still feeling how that big cockhead fucked into her asshole. No, she wasn't imagining things. Although she hadn't told her friend everything, she had told her enough to startle the brunette into coming with her.

Both girls were crouched behind the garage having ducked behind the dumpster when the side door opened. She could hear scuffling, muffled groans, then the slamming of a door.

A woman, they thought, was running and stumbling away from the garage, rushing for the front yard.

Betti breathed a sigh of relief. They weren't discovered yet. She peeped above the garbage container, catching a glimpse of the strangely familiar silhouette as it ducked around the corner.

"Who…?" Tina started to ask.

"It doesn't matter. When they go, we can get in. Then you'll see for yourself," Betti whispered.

They waited for what seemed like an eternity, Betti biting down on her lip until she tasted blood. What she wanted to taste was revenge, revenge for having been ass-fucked that way, and for having had a seamy inner self revealed to her.

Finally, the pulleys left, laughing softly, shuffling in the direction of the street.