Her mother in bondage

CHAPTER SEVEN

Brad moved the lighter away from her thighs, swung it behind her asscheeks, then pushed it toward her cunt.

Rhoda went crazy, banging her head against the headboard, then pulling so hard that the nylons cut into her knees. The big bed groaned under her frantic struggle. She felt that horrible fire licking at her cuntlips, actually singeing some of her frazzled pussy hairs. Rhoda let out a wailing shriek, twisting with agony and delight.

"Yeah, you really hate it, don't you?" he said ironically, glancing down at her thighs. Streams of cunt juice seeped from her hole, making long glistening trails on her flesh. He laughed, sticking out one finger and touching the outer edges of her puffed cuntlips. Rhoda trembled, her cries diminishing as the fire was pulled away.

"Oh!"

Brad stiffened his finger and corkscrewed it into her pussy, watching as the woman straightened her back and clawed at the bedspread. He touched her stiff little wet clit with his thumb, toying with the tiny organ, making Rhoda gasp and babble incoherently. With his other hand Brad moved the fire back to her ass, watching as the flame flicked teasingly at her white, shivering flesh.

"Huhhh… huhhhhrrrr…"

Rhoda writhed as the flame burned more intensely. The excruciating pain combined with delight that nearly made her faint. What terrified the woman was the need she began to have for the fire. She felt she had to have it in her cunt, to match the raging inferno swirling around her stiff clit. That finger, that horrible, wonderful teasing finger was making her hotter and hotter. She tilted her ass back, jerking her thighs from side to side, feeling her cunt walls milk the digit so hard that she was certain she'd pull it out of joint.

"Man, baby, yeah, move that butt," Brad sighed, moving the flame up and down her asscrack. He watched as her eyes glazed over, an expression that meant she was close to climax.

Rhoda squealed and gagged as another finger slipped into her greasy slot, the ragged nails gouging against her quivering cuntflesh.

"Ohhhhhhhh!"

That the big man was holding a switchblade in one hand! He was examining the blade, the razor-sharp edge.

Brad licked his lips, staring at the firm, round swell of Rhoda's full asscheeks. She was shaking with terror.

"Yeah, yeah," he whispered, breathing a little harder.

His deep shuddering breaths seemed to echo through the small room. He knelt behind the woman.

Rhoda wanted to sink out of sight. She wanted to disappear, feeling shame at having revealed herself like this so openly to him. She was feeling things she never thought possible, things she didn't know how to handle. And now – crouched down shamelessly like this – the woman felt her pussy being pried open and toyed with. Rhoda closed her eyes in humiliation.

"Unnghhhh…"

The tip of the knife slid across one asscheek, tracing a broad path to the other. The arc it followed went from the outside, up to her waist, then slowly back down to her ass. The pressure increased as the point slid closer to her pussy. Rhoda wanted to cry out, but she knew that the slightest move might put the knife's blade through her flesh.

No, she didn't want to chance that. "Oh stop, please…"

Rhoda's cunt opened in an uncontrollable spasm as the blade traced the outer line of her puffed cuntlips. The knife terrified her. Opening her eyes and staring blankly at the headboard, Rhoda bit her lower lip hard. She felt her scalp wrinkling in terror, her thighs quivering at the light, feathery touch of the cold blade.

Brad pulled the knife away. The woman sucked in a breath of relief, her tits touching the coverlet. Thank God, she had a moment's rest. Her nerves were racked and frayed. She couldn't have taken much more of this without turning into a screaming wreck.

"Ohhhhhh!"

A shocking chill right in the center of her pussy made Rhoda stiffen, clawing at the bedspread, groaning a wail of despair. Rhoda jerked her head from side to side, her wet hair splashing over her bound wrists. The flat of the blade was pressing against her wet slit, touching her clit and the bottom junction of her cuntlips. Her pussy clamped down instinctively. The razor edge of the blade started moving between her cuntlips.

Brad laughed, watching her cunt move. He carefully moved the knife down, pressing the tip harder against her clit. Rhoda gasped, her mouth opened, drool hanging in strings. She arched her back, offering her open cunt eagerly to Brad's stare.

"Yeah, slut, a good little whore. All that screamin' around back there was for shit, wasn't it?" he said in a thick, hoarse voice.

"No, no, no," she said over and over again, more to herself than to him.

"Swing that ass, baby, swing it," Brad said, rubbing his cock.

The big man got up, fumbling with his zipper, tugging down the tab and fishing out, his rigid cock. While still rocking that blade back and forth, he moved his fingers up and down his eight-inch cock, smearing his pre-cum as a lubricant over the veined flesh.

The repeated touch and chill of the knife sent pangs of lust through the terrified woman. She slowly became conscious of the sensation in her cunt. The stinging juice dribbling across her cuntlips made her clit swell bigger, harder. Rhoda groaned, wiggling her ass. She experienced an incredibly intense flash of lust shooting out from her clit. Her nipples throbbed in time to the beating of her clit!

"Huhhhrrrrr!"

She was grunting, wheezing and yelping like a dog. She sounded more and more like Rex as her cunt exploded with excitement. The nylons sliced into her wrist as her pulse raced.

She opened her eyes and turned her head around again, seeing the big man hovering over her. He was stroking his long, fat cock that stood out from between his halved Levi's.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Rhoda felt the tip of the knife touching her clit. The searing, titillating pain was inseparable from the thrill of the direct touch. The more he moved his knife around, the more she felt her cuntlips blossom. It felt as if they were on fire!

"Wawwhhhhhh!"

The woman didn't know what to do. She whimpered and wailed. One moment she was begging him to let her go, the next moment she wanted him to stick that long fat dick up her cunt. Her pounding pulse amplified as the knife trailed around and around the wet base of her clit.

Her cunt juice flowed out faster. Rhoda felt lust rising in her belly and spreading to her swinging tits.

"Oh stop it! Please stop it…"

Rhoda felt as if she were sailing up to the ceiling. The knife was poking now at the rim, of her asshole. The woman gasped with shock. The pinprick-like stabs forced the rubbery ring of flesh inward, barely breaking the gray-pink skin. For a second she imagined that it was Brad's dick poking at her asshole, trying to force itself in, forcing her to fuck in a way she'd never dreamed possible.

"Man, baby, yeahhh! You're sure hot!" Brad gasped.

He was panting heavily now, still jacking at his cock. His fist moved harder and faster, up and down his slippery shaft. He poked the tip of the knife back between the puffy outer edges of her cuntlips. Rhoda rolled her hips from side to side, arching her back and shoving her butt back at him.

"Ohhhhhhhhrhhrrr!"

Her cunt, her asshole, her buttocks all blazed with hellish sexual fury. Sweat trickled into her eyes, making them burn and itch. She felt sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cuntjuice and staining the bedspread.

"Stupid bitch. Goddamned little whoring cunt," Brad panted, hitting her ass again and making her asscheeks jiggle. He threw the knife away, pulling his Levi's all the way down and crawling up behind Rhoda.

The woman was panting for breath now. She felt the blind stabs of his cock against her cunt. Then he moved it farther up. His prick slithered up, up her wet asscrack toward her bunghole. Desperately the woman tilted her ass downward, wanting something, anything to fill her cunt.

He was fingering her clit, rolling it, until Rhoda thought she was going to piss from the increased friction. She rolled her hips forward while Brad grabbed her thighs and centered his cock over her asshole.

"No, no, not… not there!"

The big man tightened his grip, bearing down on Rhoda with a grunt.

She screamed, her back arching. Her face drained of blood. She twisted in her bonds, rearing back, then pitching forward as the spongy head of his cock pushed hard against her wrinkled shitter skin. The ache radiated out to her asscheeks as Rhoda yelped and shrieked.

All the screaming and pleading in the world wouldn't keep his cock from violating her.