Paul Gable - Mother in bondage

"Mother? Mama?" Alana called out suddenly next to her.

Glenda stopped her rocking and moaning and turned to her right, reaching out and stroking the young girls burning forehead.

"It's all right, honey. It's all over now," Glenda said as she heard the girl sigh with relief.

It didn't hurt to lie. Alana would find out soon enough that their mutual horror was just beginning. Glenda shuddered when she thought of what the men could do to the two of them. There was no doubt in her mind now that Sam wasn't going to let them go. Why should he? They were a threat to him and his little operation. And they could identify everybody. All those hypocrites, posing as respectable businessmen on the outside when they were all sickies on the inside!

"Did they let us go?" Alana asked. She was still delirious from the electric shock treatment she'd submitted to earlier.

"Just rest, baby," Glenda said, biting her lower lip as she fought to keep down the sobs.

No one knew where they were. Even if Peter came out to the Holmes ranch, he'd never find them. After all that fucking, Sam had tied and blindfolded them, carrying them upstairs and out to his car. After he and his friends had tossed the two women in the rear seat, Sam drove them somewhere, pulled them out and pushed them into this building. It looked and smelled like a stable. But all Glenda knew was that it was night and that she was cold and terrified.

"Why are they doing this to us, Mama?" Alana asked in a small voice.

Glenda kept on stroking her step-daughter's forehead as she pulled the horse blanket more tightly around her bruised body.

"I doubt even they know, honey. They're men who like to watch other people suffer," Glenda said, stroking the girl's cheeks absently as she stand into the semi-darkness of the building they were trapped in. "It looks as though Sam's been heading some kind of club in the stables, getting girls and torturing them for these men."

"But why us?" Alana groaned.

"I guess we were in the wrong place at the wrong time," Glenda sighed. "They got you first, then got me by waving a kidnap threat in front of my nose," the brunette said, smiling sadly as she thought of the scene with Brad that sent Alana screaming out of the house.

"I'm sorry about that," Alana stammered out.

Glenda wondered where Brad had disappeared to. She remembered Hilda mentioning something about the young boy not coming back after he went out to look for Alana.

"What's going to happen to us?" Alana asked, her mind clearer now.

"I don't know, honey. I honestly don't know," Glenda said, fighting back the panic that was almost taking over her mind.

"They're going to kill us, aren't they?" the girl asked after several seconds of silence.

"Don't say that!" Glenda said quickly, reaching out and wrapping her arms tightly around her stepdaughter. "Don't ever say that again. There's always a chance that someone will find us. There's Peter, and Brad and a whole lot of people who are bound to be looking for us now."

Glenda held her stepdaughter tightly to her, rocking back and forth and moaning in terror as she tried to deny the obvious – that they were trapped hopelessly, and that Sam Becker had no intention of letting them go.

The two of them tried to console each other for the next hour. As Glenda finally felt sleep coming, she heard the sound of footsteps grinding against loose gravel outside. Glenda stiffened as she recognized Sam's.

"Aw, ain't that cute. A mother-daughter act," Sam said, pulling the big wooden door open and staring at the two women.

"Where an we?" Glenda asked, holding Alana even tighter to her.

"None of your business," Sam said, nodding his head.

Glenda knew that he was signaling to someone outside.

"Why don't you let us go? You've got your money," Glenda pleaded.

"Come on," Sam said, looking meaningfully at Glenda.

The brunette knew what he was thinking. It was what she'd guessed all along. He couldn't let her go and risk any action by the authorities. He was going to use her and Alana as long as they could stand up to his tortures. Then, they'd be found like that girl they'd both read about in the papers.

Glenda squatted on the dirt floor quietly she watched George, Sid and a black woman walk into the stable.

"My wife," George said, nodding to the tall, lithe black woman wearing a pair of white clinging slacks and a loose-fitting white blouse that were half-buttoned. It revealed a pair of big, ebony tits with long, stiff black nipples poking against the soft material.

The woman nodded to Alana and Glenda. The brunette learned George's wife's name was Florence, and was into this S amp; M scene as deeply as he was.

"Come on. Help me with these bitches, Sid," Sam said as he left George and his wife by the doorway and walked over to Glenda.

The brunette didn't have any fight left in her. What was the use? Even if she could get past Sam and Sid, there was George to fight with. And then God only knows who else was out there.

While Sam pulled Glenda up by the wrists, Sid pulled out a box from the corner of the stable and pushed it next to the woman. Standing on it, he got a coil of rope and threw it up and over a long horizontal crossbeam. He tested its strength by tugging at it with all his weight.

"It's okay," Sid said, getting down from the stool.

Sam pushed Glenda forward until she was standing directly under the ropes. Alana's eyes widened with horror as she watched the stablemaster take the rope in his hands and look savagely at the brunette. Glenda met her stepdaughter's eyes and realized what was in them. Were they going to hang her now in front of her own daughter?

"God in heaven," Glenda began, thinking of some prayer that would help her now.

But Sam had no intention of killing her – at least, not yet. Working quickly, the big man bound her wrists again with the rope, tying the ends tightly together until that line bit cruelly into Glenda's already skinned wrists. Then both Sam and Sid moved over to the other end of the rope, puffing hard. Slowly Glenda felt her arms being pulled over her head, reaching higher and higher until she was being lifted off the dirt floor and yanked into the air.

"Ohhhh, God!" Glenda cried out again as she felt the muscles in her arms stretch painfully. Soon the brunette was dangling an inch or two above the dirt, wriggling like a spiked fish as the people in the stable leered at her.

"Get the girl now," Sam said to Sid.

In a few moments, Alana was dangling from the overhead beam too, jerking and wriggling in front of her mother. Occasionally, their bodies would bounce together, forcing their titties and furry cunts to rub against each other. Glenda flushed red with mortified shame each time she felt her stepdaughter's pussy bang lightly against hers.

"This is sick! Why are you doing this?" Glenda wailed, stretching her toes as she tried to relieve the tension ripping the muscles of her arms.

"She brays like a jackass," Florence said calmly, walking over slowly to Glenda.

"I think you're looking for this," Sam said helpfully as he held out a black leather riding crop.

Florence smiled coldly, gripping the crop firmly in her slender fingers.

"Thank you," the woman said coldly.

Turning first to her husband and smiling, Florence then raised her right hand high over her head. Before Glenda could warn Alana, the woman brought down the riding crop hard across the girl's ass.

"Arrrrroough!" Alana cried out in pain and fear. Her eyes bugged out as her body jerked and swung forward. The crop whistled forward again, cracking noisily against the girl's plump buttcheeks. Alana cried out in pain one more time, jerking wildly, and uncontrollably, grinding her pussy against her stepmother's every time the crop sliced into her tenderized buttcheeks.