A mother enslaved

CHAPTER TWO

Lydia swung her head from side to side, her long hair sweeping over her arms. The ropes were cutting cruelly into her wrist flesh, the wounds stinging from the sweat burning into them. Still it was nothing compared to the sensation of the knife's tip rubbing up now against her clit.

She could feel it slicing teasingly into the slick red folds, pricking them, then cutting into them. The hot, searing agony was inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct contact. The woman thought she would have a heart attack from the flow of lust busting through her!

"Like it? Like havin' your ass pricked this way, slut? That's what you've been hopin' for all along, right baby?"

She would never admit to something like that ever… not to him, certainly. But in her heart of hearts Lydia knew he was right. She felt him dragging the sharpened tip of the blade back now, stinging a groove down to her thigh, then bringing it back to her clit. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit grew worse and worse! Lydia bit her lip again until it bled, trying to regain come sort of control of herself while her ass-cheeks flexed and clenched uncontrollably.

Sweat rolled down from under her arms, gathering around her knees while her tits swayed sexily back and forth, the nipples brushing up against the mattress top. Lydia's elbows bent out while she bounced her ass up against the invading knife. Oh, oh, if only she could control herself better! But as the aid blade warmed against her cunt-meat, the only thing the woman could think of was cock-meat – inches and inches of cock-meat just behind her, that fat head ready to explode with jizz while Max toyed with her pussy!

Max moved the blade again, pressing the flat end of it against her shifter and rocking it down until the sharpened ends cut into her asshole. Lydia snapped her head up, feeling a spasm rattle through her cunt while air escaped from her overheated cunt.

"So, you like it that way, huh? You're even fartin' because you can't stand it," Max laughed.

Lydia was shaming herself, she knew. Turning partially around, she could see Max stroking himself, greasing down that long meaty prick with the jizz oozing from his piss-slit. She licked her dry lips, feeling her throat tighten even more as she dragged in another raspy breath of air. Oh yes, yes, she would have given anything to have him fuck her… fuck her just the way that knife was toying and fucking her! She wanted to have that animal jam his cock into her hungry cunt. The slick, itchy tissues were aching for his touch for that rub of his cock-meat. She could almost feel her cunt stretching itchily around that fat prick jerking behind her.

He was poking the blade against the rim of her whole. Lydia gasped at the touch, jerking her ass back. The itchy stabs forced the slick ring of her shitter inward. He was breaking the wrinkled skin. For an instant the woman closed her eyes and groaned, letting herself imagine how it would feel having his cock up her ass!

Max was panting heavily now, still jacking off. His fist moved like a piston over his prick, the dark-blue veins throbbing and standing out against his cock-skin. He was poking the tip of the knife into her puffy cunt-lips, sliding the weapon then into her ass-cheeks. Lydia thought she would die feeling so good, so shamed, bound and yet free. The woman shook her head, rolling her hips from side to side, arching and thrusting her lush ass-cheeks back at him.

"Yeah, that's it, move that ass!" Max whispered, backhanding her ass-cheeks with his fist, then bringing the knife back against her ass-cheeks.

Lydia felt her cunt and shitter blaze with stinging pain and lust. Her clit burned and itched while her sphincters continued to snap shut on thin air. Her body was glistening with perspiration while Max moved up closer behind her, reaching down toward the floor with his free hand.

What was around her throat? She reared back while her eyes popped from her head. That belt! Oh God in heaven, Max had picked up the belt from the floor and slipped it over her throat, pulling back on both ends as if it were a set of reins! The knife fell to the floor with a clatter while his cock jabbed blindly at her cunt-lips and asshole. He was choking her, pulling back harder, sliding the smooth black leather like a saw back and forth over her windpipe as if he wanted to cut through to her neck bone!

Lydia cried out, her nostrils flaring and burning as she fought for oxygen. Wildly the woman pulled at the ropes still holding her wrists to the headboard, her movements forcing the line to cut even deeper through her flesh. The rolling sweat burned into her wounds, adding to the lust flowing through her crotch while she jerked and pulled like a madwoman.

Lydia was making strangled gurgling sounds, her tongue wagging out and swelling while her face flushed bright red. She thought surely she would die! This man was going to strangle her while he fucked her.

"Bitch pig!"

He tightened his grip, his knuckles whitening while his fingers curled around the stretched belt leather. Lydia felt her windpipe completely closing, blocking any air going to her lungs while his cock-head pushed through her puffy outer cunt-lips and dug deep into her juicy cunt. He was fucking her while killing her, driving his prick into her body while tightening the leather grip about her throat! Again the woman tore wildly against the ropes holding her captive to the headboard.

As she rolled her hips back, Lydia finally felt the belt loosening its grip around her windpipe. Lydia broke into a fit of coughing and gagging, saliva foaming from her mouth and dribbling down her throat and chin as Max pushed in all the way. Barely regaining her breath, the woman shivered still, feeling as if the skin of her cunt were being ripped away by his cock.

It had been a long, long time since she had felt a cock deep inside her. And Max was going in deep, pushing that hunk of cock-meat all the way in until his balls pillowed up against her asscheeks. Lydia bore down to ease the entry. Her cunt-walls hurt as if she were a virgin, snugging up against the invading prick. Oh, how that long, thick cock slipped into her, making her pussy shiver with the rest of her body. The heavy, fear-driven flow of her cunt-juice made Lydia's cunt slippery and eager for the invading cock.

He pulled out halfway, his fingers holding around her hipbones. Sliding his hands up and under, Max searched for her tits, finding them quickly and kneading the soft pendulous titmounds cruelly while rocking his hips from side to side. Lydia felt an aching heat explode in both her tits, matching the searing warmth blasting through her fucked cunt-hole.

How she loathed the man fucking her. And yet at the same time how much she wanted him. The dog-like position she was in made her feel degraded and yet at the same time more excited than she had ever been. The worst part of what was happening was from her own body. She was reveling in her own filthy, loving what Max was doing to her while all the time she verbally protested. She found she enjoyed the pain and the insult of this vile penetration.

Lydia hunched back against him even harder. The whole length of his fat cock was in her cunthole now, stretching the membranes up into her belly. She felt the cock-head rummage around in her like a small animal, swirling and driving around in her. Again, she protested in vain while Max laughed at her. It was impossible to stop the rapid building of her lust while her cunt muscles tightened around that driving cock.

"Yeah, keep tellin' me you don't want it while you bounce that ass up and down!"

He was twisting her nipples now, crushing them under his jagged thumbnails like berries while the woman screamed out her pain. Every ounce of her tits throbbed with pain while that prick rammed hard and cruelly into her pussy. Toward the end, Max threw himself completely on her like a mounting dog, biting into her neck until he broke the flesh. She screamed, throwing her head back, feeling the riot of lightning-like sparks blast through her cunt-hole. She tried raising herself, the constant swiveling of her ass continuing. She had to have that wonderful release right now! There couldn't be any delay.

Lydia had to cum, and cum hard. Thoughts of her home, her daughter, her reputation evaporated while Max's fingernails clawed at her sensitive flubs. The combination of the ungodly stretching in her cunt-hole and the gouging, tearing pain around her nipples… made her, mind blanch. All she wanted was to have those tense, hot feelings increase in her until the pain and the swelling and the spinning knot of tension in her belly swept over her.

"Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck!" Lydia cried, dazed with her own lust.

This was what she had been praying for, what she had secretly been hoping for when she had nervously come up the sagging steps of Max's house. And it was happening, happening with a terrible vengeance. The throbbing ache in her heavy tits needed more. She forced the hard tipped globes against his hands, feeling the scratching agony in her nipples burn like the fire that rushed through all her nerves. Crazed with hatred and lust, she tried to grind the big man's cock off his crotch. Even the soft firmness of her ass tensed, the crack grabbing at his cock-hairs.

It was a struggle on the broad bed, the frame under the mattress squeaking and groaning with their double weight. Max's pile driving thrusts knocked her forward until her forehead beat against the headboard. How she tried to hold off, to wait until she went mad with desire. The blast furnace of freezing heat grew and grew, threatening her sanity if she tried to withhold her desire any more. She could hear the soft slurping sound of Max's prick tunneling through her body, knocking her nearly to the floor with its force. Her cunt felt itchy and hard, nearly as hard as the hunk of muscle trenching out her cunt.

Lydia ground her teeth, feeling no energy far growing or gasping now. All her will focused in her cunt, pinpointing around the pistoning rod of cock in her body. The woman sensed Max getting ready to shoot. She thought in one mad moment that she could snap his cock in half when the thick jizz shot out. She clamped down tight, her teeth almost shattering under the tension.

"Bitch!"

He slapped the back of her head with one hand, giving his prick a furious, savage jab. She felt his cock-head banging against her womb. She felt the blunt point bounce against her cuntwalls, then explode as a blast of cum hosed against her pussy. Lydia gasped, feeling the gush of hot spunk spattering through her, burning into her cunt-walls like, acid. She cried out, blowing out the breath she'd held all the this time.

Her cunt-walls crashed in, holding onto the shooting cock. The first jolt of her cum shattered the woman completely. Her asshole spasmed while her belly tightened and turned aver. Her hips swiveled back and forth. In another moment Lydia heard someone screaming and realized it was her. Again Max's front teeth broke the skin in her neck while another blast of his cum shot down deep in her belly.

Lydia choked an her own spit. She could feel the power of her cum rip outward from her cunt. She could feel it in her tits, her fingers, her toes. After each shivering explosion there was an echo, a numbness that disappeared with a flash as the next spasm shot through. Lydia sobbed, knowing that the jabbing, gut-spraying cock-shaft was attached to this animal behind her.

How her pussy had betrayed her, milking more and more cum from the big man's swinging balls instead of taking that cock away. She let out another sigh, clawing at the mattress then finally sinking down, her ass still high in the air, her ass-cheeks gripped by Max's big fingers. When she finally came to her senses, she felt his cock dragging from her cunt-hole, gobs of cooling white jizz dribbling from her stretched pussy.

"Yeah, real nice, nice…"

He was unsteady, bracing himself against her body while sliding from the bed. She heard him pulling up his trousers, sliding the belt through the loops, then finally zipping the jeans shut. It all had been more, far more than she could have hoped for. For the first time in nearly five years Lydia felt a peace settle over her. She pulled weakly at the ropes, then fell back against the mattress, stretching her long, shapely legs behind her. Fucked, beaten, nearly choked, then fucked again. It was sick, she knew, but the bondage Max had put her through had done such wonderful things to her! She would never, never be the same again!

Two miles away Shari Framington was taking advantage of her mother's absence.

"So, your Uncle Max is… interesting?" Shari asked, licking her lips. She had heard doing this made a woman more sexy, something she desperately wanted right now in front of Bobby.

"Yeah, real interesting. You'd like him," the tall high school fullback said, narrowing his eyes and studying Shari closely.

They were both in an upstairs room directly over a garage Bobby's uncle Max rented and had refurbished… for what, Shari didn't know nor did she care. This was the first might she had had out without her mother nosing around. Lydia hadn't said when she would be back, but hinted it would be very, very late.

Shari knew it was forward, but she had called Bobby as soon as her mother had rushed from the house. He had intimated he would like to see her. Shari knew what was on his mind and shivered for it. Bad girls did that sort of thing – at least her mother had told her that. But how desperately she wanted to be a bad girl now. It would only be for one night, and that night would be spent with a guy she had creamed her panties over nearly every day when she saw him in class.

"Maybe. Maybe I could meet him some day, later," Shari said, sitting down on the edge of a small bed. The room was simply furnished – two chain, a table, some shelves with metal boxes pushed back on them, the bed and a cloak rack near the door.

"Yeah, later. But that's not why we're here, is it?"

Shari lowered her eyes, peering under her long blonde lashes while feeling the hairs standing up on the back of her neck. She had purposely worn something provocative – her red halter, her white shorts snugged up against her crotch. She could feel the silken material sliding up into her pussy-crack and gasped at the delicious strange feeling. Bobby was doing this to her… Bobby and the strange, sexy way he made her feel with his knowing eyes. And now he was coming up to her, breathing heavily, raising both hands and catching her, head with his fingers. She thought the move was a little rough. But maybe that's the way beautiful love affairs started. She was so dumb about things like that.

"Bobby…"

He smothered her words with a kiss, his tongue sliding between her lips and pushing down her throat. He was getting awfully rough! She felt his hands grabbing her round the back, moving down until they stopped at her firm, taut ass. The way he was kneading her asscheeks, bunching up the material into her asscrack frightened Shari. She drew her hands up, pressing the flats of her palms against his chest and pushing for all her might. Still that tongue stayed in her mouth, wriggling around, plunging down into her throat until the teen thought she would pass out.

"Bobby… no! You're… you're getting so rough!"

That sharp laugh. The way he was peering down at her, his eyes boring into her. Her nostrils flared while she tried squirming away from him. Snarling, the big athlete pushed her roughly down onto the bed, not giving her a chance to catch her breath while he slipped over her and pinned her to the mattress. There were unzipping sounds, then the feel of something terribly hot and hard gouging against her crotch. He was going to rape her. Shari's mind went blank with ten or, her heart beating so hard against her ribcage while she felt his knees spreading hers so wide apart.

"No!"

"Shut up!"

He struck her, bringing his knuckles hard down across her chin and slapping her half-senseless. Coming to, she flailed at his back with her small fists, driving her heels against the backs of his legs. His cock had found that shallow spot where she new her cunt-mouth lay hidden behind that thin membrane. No. No. Things had gone too far! Her breath came in fast little, animal pants as she wrenched her face away from his and tried pushing herself once again to the side of the small bed.

It was useless. He had her pinned to the bed helpless. She couldn't get her hands down to hurt him, to make him stop trying to hurt her. A sob choked the girl. Bobby was pushing his fingers through her hair now, pulling at it, making her squeal while he gouged his prick against her crushed cunt-lips. Something was going to happen now – something so awful the girl didn't want to think about it. Why, oh why had she left the safety of her home?