Paul Gable - Mother in bondage

"Oh no! NO!" she cried out, guessing what the man had in store for her.

"Get her down!" Sam ordered as he stepped onto the floor.

Glenda twisted, and fought as George and Sid held onto her tightly. They pulled her white slacks completely off and left on her jersey as they pushed her down to the floor. Her feet were still bound together as they forced her into a crouching position.

"No! Nooooo!" Glenda howled like a maniac.

"Mommy!" Alana moaned from the stained couch.

"Oh God, God!" Glenda groaned.

"Okay, bitch! Now where's the other two hundred fifty thou?" Sam growled.

"Hey, don't make her tell for a while," George said, fingering his dick back up to a full erection. "I'm beginning to like this more and more."

"And since when did you ever stop liking it?" Sam said.

All the men laughed as Sam kicked Glenda hard in the side.

"Ohhhhhh!" the brunette moaned, sprawling on the floor as she heard her stepdaughter scream out.

"Your turn now, honey," Sam said.

He started unfastening the clamps that held Alana's wrists and ankles tightly to the couch. The young girl looked in disbelief at the men. Could this be happening to her? She was still a virgins sexually inexperienced until a few minutes she'd been fucked in the ass. What else did they have in store for her?

"You gonna tell where the money is?" Sam asked as he pulled Alana from the couch.

"You pig! You'd kill us anyway," Glenda growled as she looked with hatred at the sneering man.

"Maybe a little working over on your daughter'll change your mind," he said as he pulled the moaning young girl over to a metal chair ten feet to the right of the two couches.

Glenda had noticed it when she'd fallen into the basement, but she hadn't paid much attention to it until now. George helped Sam as they forced Alana into it. They quickly strapped her wrists to the arms of the chair and her ankles to the legs. Glenda looked more closely and saw that wires led from the chair to a metal box fastened to the cement wall behind it. Suddenly she realized what they had in mind for Alana!

"No! DON'T!" Glenda pleaded as she tried to pick herself up.

"Need a beer," Sam said, walking to a pile of boxes to the left of the chair and pulling out a can of Olympia. He pulled off the tab with his teeth and spat it out. Walking back to the chair, he mined the can over Alana's drooping head and sloshed some over her hair. As she slowly lifted her face, he poured a little more over her flushed forehead and cheeks, then took a swig from the can.

"You filthy animal!" Glenda hissed as Sam let out a big burp.

"Let's go. Come on," Sam said to George impatiently. "Hand me that red wire, the one with the small clamp on the end."

"This one?" the big black man asked, holding it up to the horrified girl's face.

"Right. Now I'll show you all a little show when I get this going," Sam chuckled.

He reached forward and cupped the girl's left titty with his right hand. Sam opened the clamp with his thumb and snapped it onto her tender nipple. Alana let out a whimpering gasp, then looked down with swollen, reddened eyes at the metal clamp that bit gently into her brown nipple flesh. Her breathing became rapid and shallow as she darted her eyes first toward Sam, then toward George.

Alana looked wildly at the men who had formed a semi-circle in front of her. Some of them were dressed only in their brief. Of these, their cocks either dangled out of the fly-flap or pressed hard against the restraining material. The rest of the men were still dressed. They were the ones who frightened her. They didn't seem excited or very interested in what was going on at all.

While Alana sat and squirmed, fighting off the almost overwhelming desire to shriek down the ceiling if she could, they stood calmly with their big arms crossed in front of their chests staring coldly at the strapped-down girl. She could almost feel their icy hostility as they watched her with an air of detachment.

"We'll see her dance now," Sam said, chuckling as he motioned George to follow him. "Never knew you black fellas were into this kind of thing," the stable master muttered as he walked over to the little black box set on the wall. There were four inlets and a switch at the end.

"There's a lot you white folks have to learn about us," George said calmly, winking slyly at Sam as he fought down the desire to hit him across the face with his big fist.

"Come on," Sam said, reaching up and taking the plug of the red electrode, pressing it into one of the inlets.

Sam turned toward Alana who watched his every motion with fascinated horror. Glenda was silent too, staring in disbelief as the big man toyed with the lever. Watching the girl's eyes widen with each passing second, the stable master finally pinned the lever down.

There was a faint low hum that filled the room. It grew louder and higher, Alana's body arched slightly from the chair. Her eyes bulged out. The girls fingers stiffened, then clawed the metal arms of the chair where her wrists were strapped down tightly. Her toes curled and twisted as she tried to rise from the chair. Her muscles twitched and spumed under the electric shock that ripped through her body.

"Uhhhhh!" the girl groaned as the hum grew even louder and higher.

Glenda watched in mute horror as her stepdaughter's body vibrated like a tightly-drawn rubber band. Finally the girl's head tilted back and her mouth shot open as a wild shriek filled the underground room.

"Yyooooowwww!" Alana bowled over and over as the current surged through her tortured body.

Instantly, Sam lifted the lever, and Alana collapsed sobbing onto the chair.

"I only gave the bitch about a hundred volts. But she's wide awake now, boys. I perfected this the last time. I've got four inlets that we can use for all kinds of combinations," Sam said as he moved back to the gasping girl.

Sam picked up another clamp and looked closely at it. Both Alana and Glenda followed his eyes, shaking with fear as he ran his thick thumbs over the green metal clamp that was at the end of that wire.

"Let's see what two'll do to the bitch," Sam grunted as he moved around to Alana's other tit and attached the saw-toothed clamp to her nipple. The girl panted as she felt her pussy pucker up at the biting sensation.

"Tell them about the money, Mother," Alana whispered softly as her head drooped to her chest.

"I can't, honey," Glenda said in a tight voice. "It's the only hold we've got over them," she whispered back, feeling her heart sink like a rock as Sam moved back to the black control box on the wall.

"I'll give her a small dose first – try five seconds," the stable master explained as his hand touched the lever.

Alana turned her head and raised it, staring at the black lever with red, tear-swollen eyes. The girl's teeth chattered with terror as she waited for the ripping current.

Sam smiled, then pressed the lever, down and counted to five out loud.

"Rrrroooouuhhhgg!"

Alana shrieked as she tried once more to tear herself up from the chair. She twisted her head from left to right as she kept shrieking. Her bare toes scratched the concrete floor of the basement as her fingernails raked against the arms of the metal chair.

Glenda screamed for them to stop as she watched the cords of the girl's throat stand out and her thigh muscles jerk and convulse and contract violently.

Alana looked like one of those stuck frogs that kids experiment with in biology class, sticking wires from batteries into their legs and forelegs and watching them twitch in the specimen pan.

The brunette pulled and twisted at her bonds, trying to break free so she could stop this madness that seemed to be raging out of control. The men were so worked up that they seemed to forget that there was a living, breathing human girl being tortured to death in front of their eyes. Glenda couldn't believe that any of these men actually wanted to watch Alana die like that. No man could – could he?