A mother enslaved

CHAPTER ONE

Lydia Framington was a good woman. She had never, ever let a man touch her except her husband. And after Greig had died, she had been very, very careful not to put herself in any situation where she might succumb to sex. Why she had started having these feelings of wanting to be dominated Lydia didn't know.

But now she lay here roped to the headboard of the bed, the line looped around her wrists and cinched so hard her fingers were starting to turn bluish white. She tried twisting her wrists a little and winced in pain, her full lips turning down slightly at the edges.

At least, she thought, he had left on her bra and panties. There was some bit of modesty left to her. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the slightly sexy rub of her cunt-lips against one another while her ass-cheeks slid over the bare mattress.

It had all been so strange, so bizarre. That ad in the paper, her voice cracking when she answered it, the man's cruel laugh as she entered his home clutching her purse as if her life were contained in it. And now… and now she was half-naked, her arms stretched high behind her head, her wrists bound to the wooden turrets of his bed. Lydia's eyes scanned the area as she lay there and waited for the man to come back.

That was the worst thing, she thought, feeling her nipples starting to thicken under her bra cups. The waiting was making her pulse race while her stomach flip-flopped and knotted in cramps of tension. This was the first time she had ever been with a strange man, and doing this sort of thing. Ropes! Bondage! Discipline! Humiliation! The words echoed through her mind, making that strange warm tingle in her cunt worse than ever!

Oh, how that burning itch was making the velvety surfaces of her pussy twitch when they slipped against each other! This was the worst it had been ever? Just lying here, thinking of that strange tall, dark-haired man smirking down at her made her shamefully close to climax! He had ordered her here, had commanded her to take off her white blouse and dark-blue skirt, then had bound her this way.

There would be more, he assured her before disappearing through the darkened doorway and leaving her alone with her rattling thoughts. Lydia cringed. She had told her daughter Shari such lies about tonight. Would the girl suspect her mother had something going on the side? After all her lectures on morality and on good girls, wasn't she a hypocrite, lying as she was now, waiting for this man to rape her… or do something worse?

Footsteps! Lydia tensed, her fingers curling and the nails biting into her sweaty palms. She heard the floorboards creaking under his weight as he approached the bedroom. More than ever the woman could feel her nylon panties pressing against her wet cunt, the silken material feeling shocking good against the swollen, sensitive cunt-meat. God, what a whore she was becoming!

"Good. You're not like some of the others who try getting away," he said, wiping one hairy paw over his full lips.

Lydia spotted a can of beer in one hand, the gold sides slightly crushed in by his full fingers. He had changed from his Levi's to a strange outfit, one the woman found oddly exciting as well as terrifying. Max, as he called himself, had pulled an a pair of tight-fitting chaps, the black leather compressing his muscular flesh while letting the bulge between his legs protrude from the opening between his legs.

He had taken off his white cotton t-shirt. Lydia could see all too well his hairy chest, his full, hard, rounded muscles and the line of hair that went, from between his nipples down to his… his crotch! Oh, the thought of it made her cunt pulse with rising heat! He was going to rape her, fuck her here on this mattress with her hands roped behind her. She moaned through her clenched teeth, rubbing her cuntlips against each other again, and feeling the electricity from her clit seeping into her cuntmeat! It was horribly delicious!

"What… what are you going to do to me?" she finally asked.

Max threw back his head and laughed, dropping one hand down to his crotch and rubbing his cock through his Levi's.

"You read the ad. You answered it. You guess," he said threateningly.

Again Lydia moaned, twisting her body against the mattress as he approached the side of her bed. He was silent, his eyes drinking her in… her flat stomach, her full white thighs, her tits, now large and red-tipped – now flattened out, her long blonde hair fanned out behind her.

Oh, he was touching her! Lydia closed her eyes and let out a breathy moan, her flesh puckering into goosepimples. She felt the backs of his fingers brushing over her flesh, up to her nipples, then down to her bellybutton before making tiny circles to her cunt. Oh, oh, oh! He was barely touching the curly tops of her blonde pussy-hairs!

That teasing sensation made her cunt-muscles contract in pulsing sensations. Lydia jerked her ass-cheeks off the mattress, silently begging for more touching. If only he would stick a finger in her. Yes, yes, she wanted fucking, needed fucking! It had been too long since she had had something in her cunt other than her own nervous fingers trying to take the edge off the awful feeling of loneliness. If only…

"Eaghghhghghhh!"

Max had curled his fingers around her pussy hairs, twisting them around, then tearing a fistful of them from her cunt-mound. The woman shrieked, her eyelids fluttering while her legs shot apart, then folded protectively over one another. It felt as if someone had dropped a handful of coals into her pussy. The woman screamed again as Max shoved his hand under her crotch, sticking his forefinger into her pussy while pushing his thumb into her asshole.

He was finger-fucking her in both openings, shoving and pushing while grunting into her face. Lydia screamed again, the hot, spicy pain in her ass adding to the throbbing sensations sparking from her clit. She drummed her legs against the squeaking mattress, her head snapping from side to side while the blonde hairs splashed over her reddened face.

"Hot and wet, man, that's the way a woman should be," he muttered, pushing aside her panties even more to get a better hold of her cunt.

Lydia jerked her legs back, her knees snapping together and trapping his hand between her thighs. She rolled her ass up, her tits jiggling against one another as the pain still shot through her body. Again and again the woman pulled at her arms, her wrists chafing against the brown rope cutting into her skin.

He was thrusting his fingers in and out now, pushing forward, then pulling back, bracing the rest of his hand against the narrow band of sensitive flesh separating her asshole from her cunt. Lydia grunted with each push, her back rubbing against the mattress while the big man continued fucking her with his hand.

Max pulled out, raising his hand to his nose and smelling his greasy fingers.

"Yeahhh, good hot pussy. That's what it smells like," he said, pushing his fingers up against the woman's nose.

Lydia could smell herself! A woman in rut! That's what she was. She could smell the odor, the smell of a hot, juicy cunt eager for more. Max reached down, unbuckling his belt, taking it by one end and sliding it from the black loops of his trousers.

He held the buckled end, looping the broad belt, then snapping the halves together. The sound reminded Lydia of a pistol shot. Reaching down with both hands, Max slid his fingers under her hips, rolling her onto her belly, her arms twisting painfully around one another. She buried her face between her crossed arms, feeling terribly vulnerable, so naked. Then there was the sensation of those fingers again sliding under her bra strap, pulling up – once, then twice, then hard a third time until the band snapped.

Her panties were next, the sheer nylon tugged down until it snugged around her hipbones, leaving her ass-cheeks completely exposed. She could hear Max's increasingly heavy breathing as he stared at her stripped body, snapping the belt rhythmically against itself.

"Gonna warm up that ass. I don't think it really needs it," Max said with a chuckle, his thin lips curling up under his black beard, "but we'll make sure you're good and ready."

For what? What was he talking about? Lydia began to wonder if this game hadn't gone far enough. She had endured this cruel fingerfucking and his biting sarcasm. Wasn't it time to get on with fucking and…

"Ow!"

The hissing sound of the leather interrupted all thought. For a while Lydia couldn't believe he was going to whip her this way. It was torture, she thought! Besides, the ad had said nothing specific about pain! Bondage, discipline, not… not this!

"Uhhhhh!"

She screamed, her legs flying apart, her head jerking up while her cheeks reddened. The black leather had bitten cruelly into her ass-cheek, leaving a long ugly red mark against her white flesh. Lydia pulled her head up, blinking away a tear and staring at the big man now standing above her. He held both ends of the belt, snapping them against one another, leering at her.

"Please, no, no… don't do this to me!" she sobbed, shaking her head. Several stray strands of her blonde hair clung to her cheeks.

"Just what you need. Most of you cunts wag that ass around too much for a man. You need discipline, and that's what you'll get here."

"No, don't… don't…"

He was a vulture over her. Then Max swung the belt over her, the thick black leather sizzling through the air, hissing once more just before it burned into her ass-cheeks. The force of the blow made the bed shake while Lydia jerked her head back, tearing her mouth open and letting out a hellish scream. He was going to flay the skin from her bones, she thought! This had gone too far.

"No! No! Stop it! I didn't know what I was doing!" she rattled, the spit half-choking her as she pleaded with the big man behind her. "I won't say anything. Just untie me and let me go!"

Her mind was reeling around and around. She had gone too far, put herself into this position without knowing fully what would happen to her. Surely he would kill her. There were people like that out in the world. Why in God's name hadn't she thought this out more carefully?

"Sure, sure, I'll let you go… when I'm good and damned ready to!"

"Ahhhh!"

Lydia tried to roll back onto her ass, but the belt arched down again, the tip curling around her inner thigh and biting into the flesh just inches from her clit. The resulting burn made her clit spasm, the round, red tip sparking once again and forcing her cunt-muscles to spasm and itch. Again the belt hissed through the air, slicing between her ass-cheeks and cutting into the sweaty narrow crack.

Lydia beat her fists against the filthy pillow under her, feeling her asshole yanked out of shape from the force of that blow. She squirmed and whimpered as the belt thrashed down again and again over her quivering ass-cheeks, reddening the full flesh. Purple meaty welts rose from her skin. Lydia tried desperately not to cry. Crying would do no good, she felt, especially where this madman was concerned. It would, she thought, incite him to do more to her.

She chewed on her pouty lower lip, letting out a long sigh of relief when the beating seemed to slow down. Perhaps he was growing tired. Perhaps her pleas finally made some inroad to his sense of decency.

"Awk!"

Again! This time the belt slammed down around her ankles, nearly crushing the tiny bones. He whipped her soles, sending sparks shooting up her legs into her cunt. Already the searing agony had spread deliciously into her cunt, adding to the excitement rioting in her pussy. Her cunt vibrated with each blow, the tiny gland pulsating and throbbing. Lydia curled her fingers again, jerking her body up toward the headboard as if she were trying to get rid of the pain attacking her body.

Once more the belt came down over her asscheeks, up again, then down between her jutting shoulderblades. He was whipping her back now, crushing the leather against her spine, making the woman sob and scream. Lydia chewed the lumpy pillow under her, hiding her lust-contorted face in the material while she kept he ass-cheeks tense. Now they were opening and closing rhythmically, matching the blows from Max's black leather belt. When he slowed the attack a second time, the woman found herself raising her ass from the bed.

"I thought, you'd be a woman who wanted more," he said with a chuckle, bringing the cold brass buckle down to her asshole and pushing it up against the wrinkled gray flesh. "I saw that in your fuckin' eyes the second you walked in. Yeah, that's a good piece of meat, I said to myself."

"No, no, not true… not true," Lydia stammered.

"True, all right," he hissed, clenching his teeth and bringing the whip down after having circled it around his head. It crashed down against her asshole once again, bruising the smooth flesh just inside her shitter. Lydia thought she would pass out from the pain. The woman jerked her knees out, her body rocking wildly from side to side, making the headboard clatter against the wall in front of her.

"Nice ass, real nice ass," Max said, smoothing his fingers over the whip-scarred cab.

He was kneading it, pinching it up into tiny balls until Lydia squawked in protest. In a moment she could hear his zipper opening. Jerking her head around, she shook the burning tears from her eyes and looked at the eight-inch fat headed cock staring right back at her!

Oh God, not only was it long, it was thick as well… way thicker than her late husband's had been! He was behind her now. She could feel the bed sagging from his weight, could feel his rough hands sliding up her thighs, pinching her flesh. She reddened at the thought of this man taking such liberties with her and felt her cunt grow hot and tight at the idea.

He had tossed the belt down to the floor and was more interested now in probing around in her asshole, sticking one finger in up to the second joint and making the woman shout out in pain. When she felt his tongue against her shitter licking it while the digit still fucked her, Lydia nearly died! And when she felt his hands pushing up against her thighs, forcing her up onto her knees like a dog getting ready for a bitch-fuck, the woman could only think of that fat-headed cock and what it was going to do to her!

She felt the warm juice ooze from her cuntslit, trickling down her thighs, wetting the mattress under her. Lydia closed her eyes, feeling the cool air of the room blowing softly against her hot, sweating cuntlips, hi a second she felt something terribly hard and cold against her right cheek. Lydia looked, seeing only a long square object that was black in color. There was a clicking sound, then the feel of something colder whipping against her flesh. Although her vision was blurred, the woman could easily tell now that Max had opened a switchblade and was pressing it against her face!

Was he going to scar her with it? Was he going to stab her to death? All sorts of wild thoughts rattled about her head as Lydia cringed there on the bed, her full, reddened ass high in the air. That wet, sticky line of her cunt-crack felt more vulnerable than ever. Yes, yes, she was completely naked, exposed to this man. Lydia closed her eyes again in shame and terror, her chin wavering with fear as Max pulled back and began sliding the tip of the knife down between her shoulderblades.

Lydia let out a soft groan, shrinking her head between her shoulders and pulling at the ropes holding her wrists to the headboard. She felt the sharp cold sensation of the blade against her flesh. It left a narrow white line, barely cutting into the top layer of skin. The woman felt her flesh rowing taut around her budding nipples while she shivered at the possibilities of what could happen to her.

Max was humming an old country-and-western song, moving the tip of the knife now around her shoulderblade, then dragging it down the center of her spine over the bumps until he was at the upper curves of her ass-cheeks. Lydia wanted to cry, wanted to scream out her horror. But she was afraid to make the slightest move. He would hurt her, pierce her flesh, she thought, if she more than quivered slightly under the touch.

"Oh, oh!"

He was down her ass-crack now, twisting the knife around so the cutting edges of the knife were against her ass-cheeks. She felt the cool smooth polished steel rubbing up against her ass-cheeks, finally touching her asshole. Lydia screwed her face into a terrible mask of concentration, humping her ass from side to side, then tucking it under in a vain attempt to run away from the taunting knife. Max laughed again, his breathing becoming more and more labored. For a moment Lydia felt the knife pull away from her.

She let out a low breath of relief, her body sagging toward the mattress. She drew in her elbows protectively, daring to turn her head around to see what Max was up to next. Suddenly she felt a shocking chill right at the center of her pussy! The woman jumped, her eyes starting from her head while her knees tucked under another inch.

He was pressing the flat of the blade against her wet cunt-slit, rocking it from her clit down to the bottom junction of her cunt-lips. Lydia gasped, feeling her cunt-muscles cinch down tight against the offending cold knife. No! No! That was the wrong thing to do, she thought to herself, feeling her cunt-lips cutting themselves against the blade. But the closing action was beyond her control. She bit her lower lip, tasting blood as the razor-sharp edges cut into the woman's pussy-lips.

"Man, that's hot," he breathed, rocking the knife back and forth. "When a woman's pussy does somethin' like that, she's hot. How long's it been since a guy's fucked you, bitch?"

She would give him no answer. He didn't need one from her. He had it right there in the way her body was reacting to his cruelty. He was moving the point of the thing up to her clit now, rubbing the sharp edge against the tiny beating organ until the woman thought she would faint from pleasure. Pleasure? Yes, yes, that was the right word. All the pain, all the fear was working odd things in her body, making her feel wanted, desired, hated and loved all at the same time! And how she enjoyed that feeling! As much as Lydia wanted to run from the blade, she wanted to feel the knife-sharp edges pierce her clit even more.

Lydia lowered her head, pressing her forehead against the pillow under her. She felt a pulse leap through her throat while her nipples slipped over the mattress top. She arched her back, stretching her spine while pushing her ass against the big man behind her. The continued touch and chill of the steel against her cunt sent streamers of incredible hot delight blasting through her cunt. Slowly, Lydia became very conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her cunt-lips. The stinging of her cunt-juice burning into them made her heat all the more intense. Lydia found a hotter, more concentrated lust flowing from her crotch, making all her muscles throb in time with the beating of her stiffened clit.

"No, no, this isn't right… it just isn't!" Lydia moaned into the pillow.

"Anything's right… with me, bitch!" Max corrected, pushing the knife even harder against her cunt and making Lydia both glad and sorry she had answered that ad in the swinger's newspaper.