Paul Gable: S&M mother

Jack was standing over her, fondling his prick through his Levi's, staring at her. Cindy's climax had taken nearly all her strength and will. She could care less, she thought at the time, if he raped her right there.

Jack bent down, taking her wrist and dragging her like a sack across the wet floor. Her legs dangled behind her, her head lolling to the side as she caught glimpses of the overhead lights.

There was cursing coming from upstairs. She heard a shriek, then a dull heavy thud against the floor.

Jack pulled her back up to the wall with the rings. For a moment Cindy thought he was going to tie her back up like a piece of meat. She watched him take several pieces of rope from a table, jamming them in his hind pockets while rolling her onto her belly. Cindy didn't even offer resistance. What was the use?

There were more crashing sounds upstairs while she felt Jack pulling her arms back behind her. He roped her hands together, drawing them back until they were nearly touching her calves.

Cindy groaned, lifting her head and shoulders as best she could from the floor to ease the pulling pressure on her back.

Jack next bound her ankles to her wrists, holding them between his arms and chest for support while looping the half-inch line around her legs and arms. She had been hog-tied, roped like an animal. Her body was in a giant U shape now, her arms stretched back behind her, her legs bent up until the balls of her feet were nearly touching the back of her skull.

The janitor next slipped a thicker rope through the ring, tugging it hard and looking down at the trembling girl. Cindy felt him threading the rope around the line that bound her wrists to her ankles. He was using it like a winch, slowly raising her body from the floor.

Cindy winced, feeling the pressure immediately against her spine. Struggling, she realized any movement on her part would injure her. Still it was so difficult to keep still.

Her thighs rubbed against the wall as Jack hauled her up until her body hung bent backward that way nearly thirty-six inches from the floor.

Looking up, she saw the awful bulge that pressed against his zipper. Jack secured the rope, testing it once, before he reached down and pulled his zipper open.

"Now, suck it!"

She had no choice. Her body ached so much from this awkward position, the ropes cutting into her flesh. She would do anything to take her mind off the pain, even suck his prick. She saw and smelled his cock – a fat, large smelly thing that sprang up.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Jack yanked her head up and slipped his slimy cock into her mouth. Cindy choked. He slapped her face. The weight of his hefty prick scraped her front teeth. He warned her what would happen if she tried to bite him.

Cindy felt his cock filling her mouth, stretching her jaws until they ached. His cock wiggled against her teeth. His prick rubbed along the insides of her mouth, the movements slowly making the girl forget about the awful pain in her back and shoulders. She could feel the pressure against the back of her throat, and she knew he was mouth-fucking her.

She tried not to gag, fearing that she would vomit on his prick. Her nostrils flared.

Jack was caressing her face, his fingers fluttering around her forehead as she tightened her lips and wriggled her tongue over the sensitive underside of his cock. She could taste something bleachy coating her mouth, making her swallow. She was exciting him terribly. She could tell that from the way he was sweating and grunting, from the way his hips were pile-driving against her face. Her teeth scraped sensuously against his big cockshaft, drawing put more pleasure for both of them.

"Goddamned little slut… uhhhh! Move that tongue, like that! Oh man, like… fuck! Gonna shoot!"

She felt his fingers pressing against the sides of her skull while long sticky blasts of cum blasted against the back of her throat. She swallowed and choked, swallowed and choked again. Taking that much prick down her throat was almost too much for her.

Jack wouldn't let her go as he finished dumping his load of spunk down into her belly.

It was only while he was puffing his cock out that Cindy realized Brad had returned with a woman who was half-clothed.

In an instant both women looked at one another and froze.

"Mother!"

Cindy couldn't help blurting out the word, but the girl couldn't withhold her surprise.

Marie was too mortified to speak. She looked at the startled men, feeling as if the floor had fallen from under her. Thousands of questions circled her mind. But one unmistakable fact faced her – Cindy had somehow fallen prey to these men.

"Well, well," Jack said, winking at Brad. "Looks like we scored pretty fuckin' well. A Goddamned mother-daughter act!"

"Don't hurt her!" Marie said with anger rising in her voice.

She could see cum dripping from her daughter's lips, and she guessed only too well what had already happened. The marks on Cindy's body told the rest.

Marie wheeled around, her fingers clenched, waiting to pound her fists into the first man who approached either her or Cindy.

Brad grabbed her hands, twisting them around and behind her while forcing her to the floor. Marie let out a sharp cry of pain, her knees buckling under her, her body sinking to the concrete.

Cindy wailed, jerking her body against the awful bonds holding her in that same awkward, obscene position. She cried, not believing what she was seeing.

There was more tearing of clothes as the two men fell on the hapless woman, stripping her as if she were a rag doll, shoving and pushing her until only remnants of her bra and panties clung to her body.

Marie wheeled around, thrashing her fists wildly in the air as Brad stepped quickly behind her and brought down one hand in a slicing blow against the back of her neck. She shrieked, her head snapped back while she fell forward with a thud onto the floor.

"Get her legs up… over there, right above her fuckin' daughter," Brad said, nodding at two hooks driven into a low wooden beam running above Cindy.

Marie struggled through a numbing fog, feeling Jack roping her ankles together, dragging her over to her daughter and holding the rope tightly while Brad pulled a small stepladder to the wall and climbed to the top. Carefully he grabbed the end of the rope, holding it high and slipping it through one of the two eyehooks.

Slowly stepping down, he pulled the rope toward the floor, hauling her legs higher and higher until Marie could feel the weight of her body resting on her shoulders. She came to, writhing like a snake, jerking and clawing at the ropes.

Cindy cried out again, the tears blinding her as she watched her mother being lifted up from the floor, her body rising like a slender side of beef until her shoulders were clear of the concrete.

Marie's hair swept over the floor, her arms dangling down as Brad continued to pull on the taut rope. Overhead the woman could hear the eyehooks groaning with her weight as Marie felt the rope chewing into her ankles. They jerked her higher, each move becoming painful to her knees and hip joints.

In another moment, Marie felt her toes brushing against the overhead beam. She twisted like a swag lamp in a semi-circle, her eyes catching sight now of her daughter's cunt. She could smell the girl's arousal and she knew that Cindy had experienced the same kind of forbidden joy she had wallowed in these past few weeks. Her heart sank as she thought of what more they would endure.

"There. Got 'er locked in," Brad said, securing the free end of the rope.

He walked up to Marie, catching her by the hips and twisting her around until her face was even with Cindy's blonde pussy. Grinning, he pushed her forward until Marie felt her daughter's cunt brushing against her lips.