Paul Gable: S&M mother

She was crumpled on the floor now, the ropes having been removed. At first Cindy looked down at her cunt, terrified she would find nothing but a swollen, burned mass of flesh. But, thank goodness, the men had been more careful than she'd thought. Her cunthairs had been burned away. But everything else was all right.

She sighed with relief, pushing her wet hair from her eyes and looking around. They were there, the two of them holding something in their hands. Cindy let out a sharp cry, crawling away while shaking her head. At first she thought they were holding automatic weapons pointed right at her head. Soon, she thought, she would feel the dull thudding of the slugs in her belly.

Then something happened that took her breath away.

A blast of hot water smashed into her ribcage, just as savage and powerful as the kick that she'd received from Brad.

Cindy struggled to stay on her feet from the initial blow. She slid on the wet floor.

"No!" Cindy glared at them, covering her jiggling tits with both hands.

Then the next blast of water caught her unawares. The water hit her around her ankles, knocking her down to the floor.

Cindy tried to struggle back up once more. But Jack was directing the stream at her crotch.

It felt so good after that fire that had nearly burned her cunt away. She felt her cuntlips fluttering open while a lusty flash of fire exploded around her clit.

Cindy doubled up, her mouth opening wide as that blast of water paralyzed her with erotic delight.

Both men were training their hoses on her, Jack having stepped to the left while Brad moved to the right to prevent Cindy from running away.

She felt as if two hot hands were beating her again and again. The water was just hot enough to make her sweat. She rolled onto her belly now, trying to get her cunt away from the moving stream. Her long hair dragged behind her, tangling around her throat as she fought to get away from the men.

"Yeah, baby, that's it, crawl, crawl for it!" Jack shouted over the sound of the rushing water.

He moved behind her for a moment, flipping the long hose to one side while gripping the nozzle with both hands.

Cindy let out a cry. She felt the water shooting straight up between her shivering legs. It was like having a huge tongue sticking into her asshole and pussy at the same time. She let out another cry, her slick body moving like a snake on the floor. She didn't dare turn to face the stream. The force of the hot water would surely drown her.

She tried to turn sideways, keeping her back to them. Her flesh reddened from the friction of the rushing stream while her burned nipples began to stiffen painfully once more.

"Uhhh… no more, no more! Please! No more – lemme go!"

"You came here on your own, baby," Jack mocked, directing the stream at her head. "You gotta play the game."

Brad moved around again, directing the stream against every part of her body. The girl tried to keep her face and tits away from him. But there was never a chance. She had to lie prone on the floor.

With a good deal of effort, Cindy pushed her head up, staring wildly around her.

"Uh!" she grunted.

Jack had kicked her in the chin, the force of that blow knocking her head back and jerking her body around until she found herself lying on her back.

Brad hosed her tits, driving her nipples into the firm flesh of her areolas. The girl cried out, throwing her arms around her tits. She could feel each tit aching with arousal, throbbing with the same pulse as her cunt. The outside heat of the hosing water and the inner heat of her lust combined to make her pant as much from excitement as from the battle with the hoses.

Cindy put her hands over her face, feeling like scum.

Both men were playing the hoses over her clitzone and cunthole, making the girl's hips rise and fall in a fucking movement. Cindy let out a cry of pain, shame and lust, letting her raised knees fall open. She tried to stop the insane rising of her cunt heat by holding her hands over the wet triangle of her pussy hair. Nothing worked. Her hips still rolled around while her ass skidded on the floor.

Each time the girl moved her hands over her pussy, Jack or Brad blasted at her asshole or her nipples. The splashing waves of water bounced off her tits, filling her nostrils and mouth.

Cindy turned her head to one side, coughing and gasping for air. She couldn't hide the lascivious heat from their eyes. She knew she was rutting like a beast in front of them. The sheer power in the water, however, beat her flesh like a whip until she had no control over how she acted. It wouldn't be long, she knew, before she would cum.

She rolled her hips lasciviously, like a whore. It was starting to feel more and more erotic. The mass of hot tight sensations between her legs was becoming more delightful. The water was beating at her clit, making her gasp and thrash. Gritting her teeth, she tried to force herself over the peak. She wanted to feel that pulsing, vibrating release that would tear through all her muscles.

"Uhhhh!" she grunted.

Jack moved his stream under her tits, hefting them up until the ruby-red lips were rubbing up against her chin. Then the stream moved back to her cunt again, this time the blast opening the throbbing flesh around her cunt. It was like a huge mouth sucking at her pussy, while at the same time a prick was fucking her.

Cindy fell back, writhing on the floor while the water gurgled down the basement drain. She groaned, tensing.

Jack played the hose around her outspread thighs now. Only the softer, reflected drops hit her cunt. The water bounced from the floor to slick down the undersides of her thighs, then slashed back and froth across her asscheeks.

Cindy raised her ass up, putting her hands on her asscheeks lewdly and trying to angle her cunt into the stream. She was spreading herself for the water, feeling the vulgar thrill of the blast against the ring of her shitter.

Now the force of the water had aroused every part of her lust. The girl had never felt the extreme budding need build in her like this. Even the insides of her thighs ached for release. It was there, just out of reach.

She rolled her hips, seeking out that last bit of sensuality that would push her over the edge. It came with the force of a terrorist bomb. She went completely out of control. The gut-wrenching cum ripped through her like a runaway freight train. Her flesh tightened as she writhed on the floor. She felt her cunt throbbing harder and harder, taking the strength from her like a siphon.

Cindy rolled back onto her belly, dragging her body toward the wall while her pussy spasmed powerfully. The girl cried out, throwing her head back as if someone had kicked her in the belly. She was climbing halfway up the wall when her arms collapsed.

She slid back down onto the concrete, sobbing and crying out, her fingers plowing into the swollen mushy heat of her throbbing pussy. Her fingers clawed at the fat pussylips, her nails greased with her juices as she felt those itchy spasms become more intense.

Cindy could hardly breathe as she rolled onto her back and kicked her legs in the air.

"Oh! Oh, it's good! So goooooood!"

"I told you the bitch'd go nuts," Jack said, turning off, his hose.

Brad followed, throwing the hose to the floor while watching the young teen rut. "I haven't used this for a long time. Don't know why I stopped. Wait. I think the other one's here. Heard the bell."

"I'll keep the bitch busy down here," Jack promised, watching as Cindy fell into silence, her arms stretched to either side of her body.

It was all the teen could do to breathe! Brad was upstairs with someone. She could hear loud conversation through the half-opened basement door.