Disciplined mother

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Uhf! Uhf! Uh!"

Her mouth was soured with the taste of her own piss. Her shoulders and arms and legs ached from the bonds and from the electricity that had torn through her body. And still Mike was raping her. He held onto her shoulders, purposely forcing her into an uncomfortable position, slamming her head against the floor several times while putting his full weight on her thighs and belly. Krystal retched as his cock punched into her cunt again and again.

"Damned, little bitch! You like this, love it especially after you got a taste of that, right?" he said, jerking his head back indicating the generator.

"Yes, yes, damn it!"

There! She'd admitted it, told him the secret, told him in four words he'd been right all along. The pain, the humiliation, the discipline had all had their effect on her. Krystal knew she was going to like this, enjoy everything about Mike and the school from now on. In a flash of thrilling realization, she knew it.

"Little bitch! God-damned little whore!" he cried, backhanding her, his knuckles bruising her cheeks. He slapped her again, angling his body so his cock would rub hard against her clit. Krystal let out a cry of rage and greed, hugging him as best she could with her knees, wrapping her arms around his back and drawing him in deeper. She felt his cockhead rummaging around in her pussy, going down so very very deep while his balls nestled against the soft saddle of her thighs.

"Uhhhfhhhh!"

Mike was tearing her apart, using his cock as a weapon of war. Lust began boiling again, rattling her brain while his prick ground her insides like mortar pulverized by a pestle. He grunted, a beast in rut, twisting his body around so Krystal could feel his cock working in her pussy. And then she could feel the hot, hard spurt of his jizz splashing in her pussy, filling her up, dribbling out from around the stretched flesh of her outer labes. He arched his spine, closing his eyes and shaking mightily while more and more cum boiled into her cunt slit. It was some time before he stiffened again, shaking the perspiration from his face and pulling out of her pussy.

Krystal lay there for several moments, getting back her breath. She blinked her eyes clear, looking about the room. She had a new feeling now about all this. There wasn't the fear, the sheer terror she had experienced the first time they had stripped her and shoved her into a torture chamber. There was some fear, of course. But surmounting that was curiosity and a desire to push herself to the brink of ultimate pleasure. This, Krystal began to vaguely realize, was something Mike could do. The girl found herself smiling, turning her face away from the big man so he couldn't see her softening. Not yet. There would be time for that.

Lying there, feeling Mike's jizz oozing from her pussy slot and running down her thighs, Krystal almost wished he would truss her back up in chains again and shove those clamps and wires back in her cunt. It would be worth it – the tearing agony, the cramping muscles, if in the end he would fuck the life from her with his killer cock.

"I almost forgot," Mike said with a grin. "I've got a surprise for you. A visitor!"

Her mother! Krystal's thoughts suddenly snapped alert. Her mother had thrown her in here and slammed the door in her face. She growled, tugging at her chains.

"Now, that's no way to think about your own mother," Mike said, shaking his head. "I'll go get her. She'll want to see you like this."

"No! Never! I don't want to see that bitch ever!" Krystal shrieked out after him.

Krystal began crying, sorry she had screamed those terrible words. She shouldn't call her mother those names. Carla probably didn't know the extent of what was going on here at the school. And after all, she did try to stop her daughter in a way from entering the building. It had been Krystal's big idea to rush up the stairs and inside the building like a fly throwing itself into the net of a spider. Carla, in all fairness, had tried to hold her back. But then, of course, it was far too late. Krystal stopped, blinking away the tears. What would her mother think now, seeing her daughter stretched on the floor of this room, cum oozing from her fuck slot, the smell of her own piss on her breath? Carla had wanted discipline for her daughter. But was she willing to sacrifice her to that sort of life with something like this?

Krystal found herself saying that word as she heard two sets of footsteps outside the door growing louder. Yes, she would do anything to feel the power of climax again, especially that power augmented by the pains Mike was skilled at torturing her with.

"Oh my God, Krystal!"

Carla stood there, her hands to her face, her cheeks reddening as she stared wild-eyed at her daughter.

"What've you done to her?"

"We've been playing Monopoly!" Mike snapped back ironically. "Just doing the things you and I enjoyed some time ago."

"Oh, my God. Let her go! Let her go!"

Instead, Mike took hold of Carla's left arm, twisting it up so hard it took the woman's breath away. She half-twisted around, a sharp scream erupting from her throat as she fell to the floor. Krystal looked on impassively, watching her mother's face quickly become a blanced mask of agony. Mike threw his other arm around the woman, curling his fingers around the back of her blouse and tearing it from her body with her bra.

Carla screamed, beating her fists back, trying to wriggle and squirm away from his painful grip. Mike pounded one fist hard against the back of her head, stunning the woman while he finished tearing her clothes from her body. When Carla finally came to, she found herself naked on the floor, lying on her right side next to her daughter. Krystal had a strange smile on her face – a smile that seemed to persage laughter.

"Enjoying yourself, Mother? This is what you wanted for me all along, right?"

"No, oh no, I swear it, I… I didn't think things would go this far." Carla cried.

"Maybe not," Krystal agreed. "But they have. And now Mike's made a believer out of me."

"Oh, oh!"

Carla shrank from her daughter, seeing the half-mad stare in her eyes. What had she done? What had she started when she had succumbed to Mike and thrown her own daughter into this place?

"We can talk about family problems later," Mike said, grabbing hold of Carla's wrists and pulled her ass over the uneven, cracked floor. She winced, struggling against him, trying to get back to her feet. He kicked her twice in the ribs, the toe of his boot knocking the wind from her. Krystal propped herself up, watching as her mother was chained to the opposite wall, a large iron band slipped around her throat and pinning her head hard against the wall. The girl had never really seen her mother naked – certainly not like this. She had to admit the woman looked attractive, nearly as attractive as Linda.

"And you, bitch, you'll service your mother. Damn, I dig these mother/daughter scenes. Hot, real hot," Mike said, pulling the straps loose from around Krystal's ankles and grabbing hold of her feet. He dragged the girl across the room, instructing her to keep her head down. Krystal had long learned to obey. She did as she was told, saying nothing as he braced her legs against his body after puffing them up, attaching them to two black iron rings that dangled one foot away from Carla's face. More pulleys! More ropes! Mike was turning a small wheel to Carla's right side, jerking Krystal's body up slowly until her pussy was even with Carla's.

"See something you like, Carla? See a nice hot pussy there in front of you? Believe me, it's steamy. I just got through fucking it. Come on, Carla, don't you want to eat your daughter's cunt while she eats yours? And you can taste my cum while you're at it."

"No! Oh, God, you're sick!"

Mike pushed the teen hard against her mother's face, forcing her cunt into Carla's nose and mouth. The woman groaned into her daughter's pussy, making Krystal moan with delight at the humming sensation rumbling through her pussy. She flicked out her tongue, licking the older woman's cunt, trying to remember all the things Linda had done to her earlier. When she flicked her tongue up to her mother's clit she could feel her pussy twitch. Against Carla's wishes, her cunt was starting to come alive – and under her own daughter's mouth!

"Ummmmm, that's good, Mother! Oh, your pussy feels so warm and nice under my tongue!"

"You don't know what you're doing! Oh God, you don't know what you're doing!" Carla panted, feeling her mind going blank. It had been several days since she'd cum. And now, strung up like this, under Mike's heavy stare, the woman felt herself growing warmer and more and more aroused under her daughter's tonguing. He had taught her thing, things she could only guess at. But now Krystal was eating her out, flicking her tongue in and out of her cunt while chewing on her outer labes. And to her surprise, Carla found herself doing the same, sucking on Krystal's pussy, licking her tongue around her hot fleshy pussy folds, tasting the juice mixed with cum. In another moment, the two women were cumming, climaxing together, mother and daughter writhing and bumping against one another while their tongues slipped deep inside one another's convulsing cunts. It was a piece of forbidden heaven, a naughty pleasure both women reveled in now.

"Uhhhfhfhfhhhffff!"

"Nice show. Real nice. Now you can think about it for a while. I might keep both of you around just for sport," Mike said, pulling Krystal from her mother, then sliding her ankles from the iron hoops. The girl fell to the floor with a thud, lying at her mother's feet until Mike slipped both hands under her arms and dragged her back. Krystal moaned again as Carla strained against the metal band choking her. She watched as Mike freely pawed her, sticking his fingers up the girl's cunt, her ass, pinching and eating her nipples, all in front of her mother.

Carla moaned, realizing what she had done in her own weakness. Now there was hell to pay – her own hell. Standing there, she watched as Mike fastened a rope around Krystal's right wrist, then attached it to another suspended iron ring to her left. He pulled it manually over a pulley until the girl began to rise, her toes barely scraping the floor. In another moment, the teen was well above the concrete, her eyes reflecting pain – but something else as well. Next, Mike attached an anklet around Krystal's right ankle and another around her left wrist. The big stud lifted and bent back his victim's legs, attaching the two bands together with another rope. Krystal groaned, but kept back the tears as she hung from the one wrist, her body awkwardly contorted by the strange bonds.

"It's a good time to think about what's gonna go down from now on. I want your daughter here for a little while longer," Mike told Carla. He rubbed the back of one hand over the girl's pussy, drawing another moan of delight from the girl. "She's a good pupil – does as well in classes as she does in here. You can visit her when you like – but you'll have to join in."

"I, I don't…"

Carla hesitated, dropping her eyes as she stared at her helpless daughter.

"I'll give you time to think about it. I'll be back," Mike said, nodding to the girl, the leaving the room discreetly.

"Krystal, we can bluff him! I can get you out of here and…"

"Mother, I don't want to go. I want to stay here. He's right," Krystal said, moving her wrist about as little as she could to ease the weighty pain. "I like it here. I belong here… and so do you."

The words shocked Carla into silence. She stood there, watching her daughter twist around in her bonds, thinking of what Krystal had said…

Belong here! Any other mother would have recoiled in horror. But Carla found herself thinking over the situation, then almost smiling as she thought of those "visits". Mike was right. She would think it over – perhaps after he came back and showed her just what he had meant.

After all, it would be interesting visiting her daughter here at this school – certainly more exciting than any open house in a regular school. Discipline, Carla thought with a sigh. The world just needs more discipline.