Paul Gable: Mother in bondage

"Oh, Peter. Are you behind all this?" Glenda wailed out, keeping a close eye on the horse and Sam.

"I've been behind it all the time. I needed the money, Glenda. Gambling put me in debt with the wrong kind of people. They're the kind that send you swimming out in the ocean with a concrete pair of shoes," Peter said, motioning to Sam to get it over with quickly.

"What are you going to do with him?" Glenda asked in a shaky voice as George pressed his stiffening black cock against her plump ass-cheeks.

"It's not my idea, Glenda," Peter said, shifting his eyes down ad staring at the ground in front of him. "But Sam's the boss here. After you're through with the horse, I'm afraid that well have to take care of you and your daughter. In her case, it'll be a blessing."

Peter looked at the young girl. Alana was squatting on the ground now, her eyes wide open and staring blankly in front of her as she babbled senseless phrases over and over.

Glenda cried and sobbed, covering her face with both hands as she felt the snorting animal's prickhead swell up and push against her painfully stretched pussy walls.

Glenda groaned in horror, gripping her cum slicked belly as she felt her stomach racked by painful dry heaves.

In the background she could hear Alana laughing and shrieking. But this time, there was another voice screaming. It was Florence's. Then came the sounds of shouting male voices.

Glenda opened her eyes. Alana had turned into a complete wild woman with the strength of ten men. She was choking Florence, digging her fingers into the black woman's throat as George and Sid tried to pry her off.

The brunette rolled to the right just in time. Startled by all the sudden screaming and movement, Destroyer bolted forward toward the half-opened door.

"Look out!" Sid cried.

But it was too late. Sam's back was to the animal as he was running to help George and Sid. Glenda saw that last look of surprise in the stablemaster's eyes as the big horse trampled him.

Peter was standing in the doorway, petrified by what had happened. His eyes widened with terror as Destroyer headed for him in his wild way to escape.

"Nooo!" the lawyer cried, holding the briefcase filled with the money.

Glenda watched in horror as the air was filled with hundred-dollar bills and the gurgling sounds of Peter Thomas being trampled underfoot.

"My God!" George cried as the big horse finally lumbered his way out of the stable and ran crazily in the front area near the stable.

Glenda painfully raised herself to her feet and staggered toward her daughter who by now had left the choking black woman's neck and resumed her former quiet, babbling state. George took his wife by the arms and dragged her out of the stable. His cock still dangled out of his opened fly as he disappeared into the night.

Sid had bolted out after George and Florence, running quickly into the black countryside.

Glenda stumbled out of the doorway and looked around, realizing only now that she was back in her own estate. She looked around the familiar ground. There was Destroyer, calm now and grazing lazily on the tall grass near by. He was completely unaware of the carnage he caused inside the stable.

Behind her, Glenda could still hear Alana babbling to herself. It was a while before the dazed woman realized that there was a group of shouting, running people heading toward her. Glenda shook her head and saw that Brad headed the group, followed by several police and Hilda.

"Mrs. Williams!" Brad cried out.

Glenda looked at him as he ran up to her. A large white bandage was over his forehead, and his left arm was in a sling.

"Brad?" Glenda said in a strangely calm voice. "They thought I was dead," Brad gasped out, trying to catch his breath as the police ran into the stable and Hilda mentioned something about trying to find a cloth to cover Glenda's nude body. "I saw Sam kidnap Alana when I went looking for her. He knocked me out so hard that I guess he thought I was a goner. He and some guy dumped me down the well on the Holmes ranch. But I managed to crawl out and go for the cops." Brad looked at the still-dazed Glenda. Only now did he see that her body was scarred. "Jesus, what did they do to you?"

"Diddle-diddle dumpling…" Alana screamed, breaking out into wild laughter as two policemen held her arms and led her out into the still night air.

"Jesus!" Brad said, staring at the shrieking girl. "It was all Peter's idea," Glenda said mechanically.

"He needed money, and guess he was too ashamed to ask for it or something. He devised this whole wild kidnap scheme to get at my money. He sold himself out to Sam, letting him do this…" Glenda nodded toward Alana "…this to us so he could get the combination of the wall safe where the rest of the money was. Oh God, it's so sick and confusing!" Glenda covered her face with both hands.

"We heard about this club of weirdoes before, Mrs. Williams. This time we've got you to help break it up," the chief of police said.

"What does it matter any more?" Glenda said softly as she watched the police gently put Alana into the patrol car that had just pulled up. "What does it matter?"

"They'll be punished," the man said calmly.

"Punished?" Glenda asked, turning her head up and looking questioningly at the police captain. "Punished?" she said again, her lower lip trembling.

Then Glenda felt her stomach knot up as she broke into a loud fit of wild laughter. The flashing red lights of the cruisers lit up the night as Glenda laughed and laughed and laughed.