Paul Gable: S&M mother

Cindy had nearly forgotten about Billy lying there unconscious. Then a soft groan brought her around as she turned her head and saw him still face-down on the floor. The horror of her situation sank in. Obviously Jack didn't care about whatever consequences would follow. He was out for pleasure now.

Tugging at her ropes, the big janitor enjoyed listening to her gasps of pain, her squeals of terror while he slipped his fingers along her asscrack until it touched her tight little shitter. Cindy froze, her mouth opening, when she felt that touch. When he jabbed his finger all the way in, the girl bucked against the sawhorse, seeing now why he wanted to bind her that way. She felt her asshole tingling with that touch as he squirmed his digit in until his knuckles were pressing against her white shivering assflesh.

She struck her knees against the sawhorse, her tits wagging back and forth while she worked her fingers against the ropes binding her wrists. She could see his feet moving around her. He had pulled his finger from her shitter and was stalking her slowly now, his boots scraping maddeningly over the concrete floor.

Cindy held her breath, afraid to make a move, terrified to make a sound. She quivered in her bonds, the rough beam of the sawhorse pushing painfully into her belly. For a moment she thought she would piss on her thighs, disgrace herself in front of this man because the terror was making her lose control of her bladder.

Somehow Cindy managed to keep control of herself.

He stopped in front of her now, his legs spread widely apart.

Cindy grew nervous. She was breathing hard, her chest tightening while her toes curled against the leg of the sawhorse. She felt something striking her hair. For an instant she thought he was tugging at the strands, about to yank them again and pull some from her scalp. Then there was a spattering sound followed by the smell of something awful. God, he was pissing on her!

Cindy gagged, the bile rising like stinging lava in her throat while her nostrils burned. She strained her arms and legs against the ropes, wailing, jerking the sawhorse back at least ten inches. Nothing could stop the piss from spattering against the back of her head.

Cindy moaned, turning her head to one side, terrified to open her mouth. She felt the steady pissing pressure just above her ears now. Her hair was getting slick with it, wet and plastered to her skull as the stream of yellow piss washed over her hair, dribbling down her cheeks and chin, finally spattering to the floor.

Struggling against the binding ropes, Cindy gagged and coughed, unsure if she could keep from vomiting while the big janitor finished pissing on her. The stream lessened, spattering against the back of her neck, finally dying away to a few drops dripping onto her back.

Cindy sagged against the sawhorse, panting heavily, feeling as if she would faint with disgust and anger.

"Man, that was a heavy load!" Jack grunted, flicking the final drops of piss from his prickhead and pushing his cock back into his Levi's. "Smells pretty fuckin' bad, don't it?"

Cindy lay there, feeling the oily, warm piss trickling down into her ears, into her mouth. She shook her head violently, shuddering with revulsion.

He swaggered away, bending over a double metal sink and filling a small pail with water. He came back, holding the container over her head, then dumped the cold liquid over her upper torso.

Cindy squealed, her heart skipping beats as the icy liquid froze her skin. She set her jaw firmly. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she was terrified.

Jack slapped her ass now with both hands, smacking and rolling her asscheeks.

She tugged frantically at the ropes chafing her wrists. He was pinching and squeezing her assflesh, watching her skin crawl, while Cindy still managed to keep her lips tightly pressed together. It was when Jack pushed his thumb and forefinger up into her asshole and spread them apart that her resolve crumbled.

Cindy let out a long gasping sigh, clenching her ass muscles together while rolling her hips.

Jack smiled. He pressed in farther, his jagged nails scraping painfully along her bowel lining while he pushed his other hand over her dripping cunt.

Cindy groaned.

"Man, sure feels good in there… all kinda warm and tight and sticky. Course, that's what your boyfriend over there did to you," Jack snarled, slipping one finger up into her cunt until Cindy felt him pressing against her cherry. She let out a squeal, jerking her hips up from the sawhorse as best she could. "Good girl. Kept him away from your cherry. That's gonna be for me."

"No!"

He slapped her ass, watching with a grin as her asscheeks jiggled, then reddened under the light blows. Against her will, Cindy let out a fart, her cuntal muscles tensing up while a trickle of juice oozed from her fuck slot.

Jack grabbed a wrench from the top of the workbench. He teased her, pressing the tool against the side of her face for a moment.

Cindy gasped.

Jack inspected the tool for a moment, then he turned the small screw near the top until the jaws were about a quarter-inch apart. Bending over, he rubbed her tits with both hands, bringing the wrench around until the head was touching her long, pink nipples.

Cindy flinched, shivering at the cold metallic touch. She felt him twisting the wrench around, bringing it up so her left nipple tit between the jaws. He began twisting the tiny screw, until the cold ribbed steel was pressing against her tit-tip.

Cindy panicked, rolling her ass around while her eyelids flickered with fear and pain. The tool was cinching down on her nipple, crushing the tiny nub and sending streamers of hot pain rushing up and down her spine. She tried yanking back, feeling the ropes cutting even harder into her flesh.

He turned the tiny screw three more times. Cindy jerked her head up, shaking the loose hair from her eyes and letting out a scream. He was crushing her nipple, smashing the long pink nub between the jaws of that awful instrument.

Cindy bobbed her ass up and down, feeling the rough wood cutting into her belly. Her knees banged against the legs of the sawhorse. He was really hurting her now with that awful wrench, the jaws squashing her pink nipple flat.

Then Jack let go of the tool, letting it swing down and tug her tit hard with its weight.

Cindy screamed, fearing the wrench would rip her nipple off.

"Now, for the other one."

Cindy managed to control her sobbing, shaking the hot tears from her eyes as she felt the painful, puffing weight on her right tit. The wrench pulled her tit down, stretching it, while the jaws still bit agonizingly into her nipple.

Through her tear-blurred vision, Cindy saw Jack taking another wrench from the workbench. She moaned in horror, her eyes widening to the size of saucers as he flipped the tool open, then brought it down to her left nipple. She felt the cold steel, felt the jaws biting down on her tit-tip until she couldn't stand it any longer.

"Uhhhh… agghhhhhh!"

The janitor moved fast now, screwing the jaws down until they clamped down hard on the nipple. He was crushing that tit-tip as well, screwing the jaws tight until he had her screaming for mercy.

Just when Cindy thought she would faint from the pain, Jack let go of the tool. It swung down, distending her left tit, banging like a chime against the other wrench.

Cindy sobbed. She felt the agony in her tits grow more and more. Her pert ass bobbed up and down, her wrists tugging at the ropes, while her ankles twisted against the legs of the sawhorse. Vainly she tried pulling away, but the ropes held her too securely, however, keeping her bent over obscenely, exposing her cunt and asshole to Jack's lewd stare.

While she sobbed and cried for him to stop, the big janitor slapped her ass until it reddened again, glancing every now and then at Billy to make sure he was still unconscious.