Paul Gable - Mother in bondage

"Come back here, you bitch!" Sam bellowed like a wounded bull as he staggered out from the stable.

Glenda ran quickly behind a high clump of bushes to the right of the stable main door. Crouching on the ground and peering through the thick leaves, the brunette watched Sam closely as he ran aimlessly about the pound in front of the stable.

"Come on, horsey, and we'll have a good time again," Sam said in a softer tone of voice, hoping to coax her out.

Glenda looked around her nervously, trying to pick out a good escape path when she heard something that made her hair stand on end.

"All right, you fuckin' bitch," Sam said, standing in front of the door of the building now with both hands on his paunchy hips. "You can go on hiding all night. You might even get away. But you try callin' the cops and you'll never see your daughter Alana again."

Glenda clamped her hands over her mouth to stifle a loud gasp.

"That's right. I lied to you, bitch. You wanna see her, you cooperate or else, well…" Sam chuckled. "I'm goin' back in here for another beer. You wanna come in, the door's open," Sam drawled out, turning around and stumbling back into the building.

Glenda crouched in the thick bushes several minutes after Sam disappeared. She wanted to make sure that the big man wouldn't come running out in an attempt to trick her out of her hiding place and catch her. She wanted to get away as soon as possible and find out if what Sam said was true.

Glenda somehow couldn't make herself believe that Alana was in his hands. The girl was probably back home now, worried sick – wondering where her mother was. Maybe the two of them could talk together that night, Glenda could try to make Alana understand why she submitted to Brad's cock. Alana was almost a woman now. She had to understand this sort of thing!

Glenda moved her hands forward and pushed back the leaves of the bush one more time. Peering through the tiny opening, the brunette saw that Sam was still inside the brightly-lit stable. Glenda sprang to her feet and turned around, running quickly but silently away from the thicket.

The brunette felt like some kind of savage as she scrambled across the high growing grass toward the mansion at the top of the hill. Glenda's bare feet barely touched the wet ground as her white skin flashed through the silver moonlight. The woman felt her body tingle with a strange kind of exotic excitement as the cool, damp night air blew against her hot flesh. As she drew nearer to the brightly-lit mansion, Glenda wondered how many women had made a similar escape from the big, fat ugly man. He'd mentioned that he'd done this sort of thing before to other women. How many had Sam humiliated, beaten and degraded like that?

Glenda reached the front steps of the portico. The brunette could see some movement inside the entranceway. She imagined what kind of a hit she'd make sprinting into the room stark naked.

"Call me if you hear anything, Hilda," Glenda heard a male voice boom out as the front door cracked open slowly.

"Yes sir. But I still think we should call the police," the maid said as the door opened and a sliver of gold light flooded through the night air.

Glenda leaped to the right and ran quickly to the corner of the mansion as a tall, big-framed man stepped out of the house and through the portico.

"With anyone else, I'd say yes. But you know how impulsive Mrs. Williams can be. Maybe she and her daughter are miles away from here trying to iron out their problems," the big man said jovially as he started down the steps.

"I hope so, Mr. Thomas," Hilda said, shaking her head slowly.

It was Peter! Glenda peeked around the corner and saw the big man walk toward his car. The brunette's first impulse was to jump out and flag him down. He was her lawyer and friend. He could help her.

Then Glenda thought of her daughter. Alana hadn't returned – at least, she'd been able to gather that from the bit of conversation she'd caught between Hilda and Peter. That meant that Sam's threat was still good. Glenda knew that the smart thing was to let somebody know about what had happened to her. But she was ashamed and frightened for her daughter.

"You'll call me just as soon as you hear something, Hilda?" Peter asked as he opened the door of his car and slid in.

"Certainly sir," the maid said, closing the door quietly.

Glenda pressed her asscheeks against the cold wooden wall of the mansion as Peter's bright headlights clit through the night. After his car had driven around the long curved driveway and was heading down the private road to the highway below, Glenda edged her way around the mansion and crept to the front door.

The brunette guessed that she could have sneaked into the rear. But that was the kitchen door, and Hilda was usually busy in that room this time of night. With Alana gone, chances were that Glenda wouldn't meet anyone in the entrance ball now.

Glenda reached out and grabbed the brass handle of the door with her right hand. Quickly, she opened the door and slipped into the house. No one was there! Glenda could hear Hilda clanging away in the kitchen. In a series of rapid movements, the brunette slammed the front door loudly behind her, then she turned and sprinted up the steps toward her bedroom.

"Who's then?" she heard Hilda's voice ring out from below as she reached the top landing.

"It's me, Hilda. I've been out looking for Alana and couldn't find her," Glenda said, ducking into her room and shut the door behind her.

"We've been looking all over for you, Mrs. Williams. Nobody could find you," Hilda panted out as she climbed the stairs rapidly.

"I'd like to be alone now, Hilda," Glenda said, reaching behind her and flipping the lock to her door. She leaned against it and tilted back her head, closing her eyes in exhaustion as the maid ran up to the door.

"And nobody's heard a thing from your daughter, Mrs. Williams. Even the stable boy, Brad what's-his-name's gone. Nobody can find him either," Hilda said through the shut door.

"I'll be down in a little bit for some coffee, Hilda. Right now, I just want to relax," Glenda said wearily.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll call Mr. Thomas right now, though, and let him know you're all right," Hilda said, turning around and heading back down the stain a little disappointedly. She'd hoped to learn more about what happened between Glenda and Brad that afternoon. Hilda was no fool, and pretty much guessed what set Alana rocketing out of the house. But she'd wanted to spice up her otherwise dull, uneventful life with a few sordid details from madam.

When Glenda was sure that the maid was gone, she staggered across the thick green carpeting toward her private bathroom. Her body ached from the beating, and her mind whirled around with horror and exhaustion. Reaching out with her right hand, Glenda flicked on the light switch and turned to her left toward the full-length bathroom mirror.

"Oh my God!" the brunette gasped, her eyes widening in horror as she looked at herself.

Large welts were all over her body. The red stripes across her butt, inner thighs and tits made her look like a strange hybrid of tiger. Glenda staggered toward the mirror in horrified fascination, running her fingers lightly over her violated skin. Only her face had remained relatively untouched from the savage beating she'd received.

"Ohhh, God!" the woman cried out suddenly and bitterly, closing her eyes and forcing back the tears as the full force of what had happened to her crashed down on her mind. It was like a weight, pushing her down to the floor.

"God! God! God!" Glenda repeated over and over as she felt her knees giving way under her. The brunette would have collapsed into a sobbing heap if the phone hadn't suddenly begun to ring. At first, Glenda wanted to ignore it. She wasn't in a mood to talk, even to Peter Thomas right now. The ringing stopped. Glenda knew that Hilda was on the line now.