Paul Gable - Mother in bondage

"Ohhhhhhh," the girl groaned as she felt the current subside.

Her body rolled from one aide of the chair to the other listlessly as Sam walked up to Alana and curled her hair in between his pudgy fingers.

"Ahhhhhh!" she cried out as Sam yanked it back savagely.

"Hey, man. Looks like she's out of it," George said as he peered down at the girl.

"Like daughter, like mother," Sam said, turning around to look at the cringing Glenda. "I'm getting a little tired of this and it's getting late," Sam said, glancing down at his watch. "Strip her completely and get her over here."

Sid and another man walked over to Glenda and untied her ankles and wrists, jerking her up to a standing position while they pulled off her sweat-stained jersey, then pushed her forward. Sam and George unfastened the clamps that held Alana to the chair. The girl tried to stand up, but the muscles in her body failed her. She was too exhausted from the fucking and the electronic current that had ripped through her tissues to move.

"Get away," Sam growled, reaching down and pushing against Alana's back. The girl literally tumbled off the chair, crumpling into a shuddering hulk in front of them as George and Sam took Glenda and threw her fighting and screaming in the chair.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!" the woman shrieked as she tore at them with her razor-sharp fingernails. But there were too many there who were too strong. In seconds Glenda's wrists and ankles were in the same clamps that had held her captive for the past few minutes.

"Clamp the tits again?" George asked Sam as he picked up both the red and green metal tabs.

"This one's a tough nut to crack. Let's skip that and go for the snatch. You take the right lip, and I'll take the left," Sam said, grabbing the red clamp and bending down as he reached forward and peeled back Glenda's tender pussylips.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" the brunette cried softly as she felt the tiny teeth bite into her full, fleshy snatch-lips. Glenda looked down and could see the bright metal tabs gleaming through her thick black pussy curls. The pain in her box was nauseating, but she fought down the natural desire to screw down the walls.

"She's brave now," Sam said, moving back to the box and putting his hand on the lever.

Glenda's eyes opened wide and bulged as his fingers gripped the small metal rod and pulled it slowly down.

"But when that juice hits her box, shell talk." The suspense was too much. Glenda jerked her head away and closed her eyes as she heard the men in the room chuckle with obscene delight.

Suddenly, it was as if the pit of hell had spilled into her pussy. A searing blast of heat ripped through her sore cunt, radiating immediately through every part of her body. Her raw nerve-endings sputtered with the hot electric juice.

"Yyyooowwww!" Glenda screamed in a high-pitched, frenzied screech.

Her body thrashed and jerked violently in the metal chair as her face turned purple with agony and terror. Tears sprung to her eyes and trickled down her swollen cheeks as her long, black silky hair whipped across her face. Her fingers stood out stiffly as her legs twitched and jerked up and down.

"Okay. That's enough," Sam muttered under his breath as he pulled the lever down.

Glenda's body immediately collapsed as she rolled her head across her chest from side to side, moaning softly to herself as the pain still ached in her snatch.

"I'll talk. I'll talk," the woman panted.

"Too bad. I wanted to tryout some of these on her asshole," Sam said, picking up the other tabs and looking at them sadly.

"The wall safe – above the fireplace in the drawing room," Glenda gasped.

"What's the combination?" Sam asked, putting his right hand under her chin and jerking her head up until she was forced to look at him.

"You guess it," Glenda hissed, pulling her head away and looking in the other direction.

Sam's face lit up with savage joy as he wheeled around and gripped the lever again. Before Glenda realized what was happening, she felt another shot of electric current burn its way through her pussy.

The brunette stiffened at once, her body pulling at the restraints. Her eyes bulged again, looking glassy and glazed with hot team. Her lips twisted open and let out another long, frenzied shriek of pain.

"Aiiiiiiooooow!" the woman screeched as her brain churned with the electronic agony.

"Okay. You've had two shots. Want a third? And the next time, I'm gonna snap on one of these to your butt, bitch," Sam said as he lifted up the lever and walked back to Glenda.

"Ohhh, God," the woman groaned helplessly as she looked at the stable master with a feeling mixed of hatred and fear and disgust.

"Okay. The combo," Sam said evenly.

"65, 89, 22, 34," Glenda panted, then groaned as Sam reached down and pulled the clamp roughly off her still-twitching cuntlips.

George and Sid unstrapped her wrists and ankles while Sam helped lift her from the chair. Glenda was like an old dishrag in their arms as she groaned. The men dragged her over to the couch where she'd been strapped before. While some of the men began to get dressed to leave, others ringed around the couch as Sam and George forced the woman down on her back.

"Just one more time for the bitch," George growled as he crawled on top of the leather covered couch and threw his muscular, heavy body on top of Glenda's. His thick, long black dick slid across the woman's sweaty skin with squishy sounds as he grunted with pleasure. His hands clutched her sore titties as he dug his fingernails into her tender flesh.

Glenda cried out as she felt his big, flanged cockhead stab between the chafed lips of her cunt.

"Ohhhh! Noooo! Leave me alone!" Glenda cried out, turning her face to one side to avoid George's hot, rancid breath.

But the big black man didn't pay any attention to her cries. George slid his hands under her butt, jerking her thighs and legs high into the air as he slid forward. Glenda cried out again as his thick hot dick pushed between her throbbing legs and slid into her cunt-hole. The tender membranes still rang with agony from the electricity as the black man jerked and pushed his ten thick inches of pulsating cockmeat into her pussy.

"Fuck her good, George," Sam said encouragingly as sweat poured down the big black man's face.

Glenda grunted with pain and horror as she felt George's dick suddenly swell and vibrate against her puffy cuntal membranes. The big man dug his powerful fingers into her tits, tearing at them as if he were going to rip them from her chest. He opened his mouth and let out a long, animal-like yelp.

The brunette felt a series of long, wet spurts of own spattering against her pussy walls as George's legs banged and jerked against her. His cumming seemed to last for centuries. Every jerk he made sent bolts of hot pain through her tortured body. The brunette thought she'd die as the black man grunted and growled with each squirt of jizz.

Finally be was finished, growling with satisfaction as he yanked his cum-slicked cock out of Glenda's pussy.

"Sloppy seconds, anybody?" George said, grinning as he slid off the couch. Glenda felt her heart thudding crazily as Sid, Sam and four other men moved slowly but steadily toward her. She jerked back as far as she could, whimpering helplessly as she knew what they had in mind.

"Ohhhh," Glenda moaned, holding her head in her hands and rocking back and forth on the dirt in horror.

Every square inch of her violated body ached with pain. Her pussy throbbed with agony as rivulets of jizz still leaked out from between her labes.

After George, Sam had fucked her, clawing and tearing at her belly and tits like a wild boar. Then came Sid and – and God only knows who else. After Sam, Glenda closed her mind to the whole scene. She was in a state of semi-consciousness as the men did anything they wanted to. The only blessing of the night was that they seemed to forget about Alana while they fucked her.