A mother enslaved

CHAPTER FIVE

Lydia stood hesitantly by the phone, her fingers poised to dial the police. What Max, that awful man had done to her still burned in her mind. She thought of the torture, of his spitting mouth as he laughed at her, then ravaged her body shamelessly.

No. She couldn't do it. With a sigh of defeat, she returned the receiver into the cradle, putting both hands to her mouth and pressing her fingertips hard against her lips. He had wanted to see her tonight. Three long days had passed since her ordeal. He had phoned her moments ago, having taken her phone number from her purse. Lydia had heady jumped from her skin when she heard that panting voice, her cunt growing moist and warm while her tits, seemed to swell in her bra.

No. No. She couldn't be feeling things like this, especially not after what she had endured! But as he talked softly, telling her what he was going to do to her, Lydia felt her knees grow weak while that electric spark rippled up and down her thighs, drawing juice from her cunthole that dampened her nylon panties. She had agreed in the end, her resolve had failed.

"Oh, hi, Mom!"

Shari walked in through the front door, hugging her school books to her tits. Lydia looked at her daughter, feeling that same uneasiness that had been haunting her these past three days. Something had happened to Shari, something awful. She could feel it. The spring was gone from her step, and she stared moodily at the wall during dinner when she didn't realize her mother was studying her.

"More homework?" Lydia asked, looking for some in, some clue that would let her into her daughter's mind. They had been so close before. What had gone wrong?

"No. Well, kind of. I'm going over to Kathy Beddingfield's to study for the American history exam, if that's okay," Shari said listlessly, tugging at her blonde hair absently.

"Oh, yes, of course," Lydia said, her heart skipping a beat. It was as if Shari knew her mother was going to be roped and raped tonight and wanting it badly!

She had to watch herself. If Shari even guessed what she was doing… the thought made her blush to the roots of her hair. She would never, ever be able to look at her daughter again! Lydia calmed, herself, smoothing her palms over her slacks and smiled weakly.

"Just make sure you're home before ten," Lydia cautioned, moving to the kitchen to pull out the dinner dishes.

"You going somewhere?"

Lydia felt her fingers ice. She nearly dropped a dinner plate, searching for some excuse, some reason not to be home that evening. As she placed the plates carefully on the table, she saw Shari staring at her, studying her.

"Oh, just with Mrs. Dennis… shopping at the mall. We won't be gone long," Lydia said, lying through her teeth.

She began making dinner, feeling horribly guilty, and yet feeling at the same time the heat in her cunt bubbling, making her pussy seep creamy juice right there in front of her daughter. Her crotch was soaked already, rubbing sexily against her cunt-lips, drawing sparks from her clit with each slick touch. As horrid as it was, Lydia knew she had to see Max, had to have him treat her in that wretched way. It was as important to her as life itself. And, unknown to her, Shari too had a date; a meeting with Bobby.

Dinner went quickly, and as calmly as she could, Lydia left the house and drove the distance to Max's. He had sounded so cocky, so assured that she would come crawling to him. Parking in front of the big home, Lydia clung to the wheel for a moment, hesitating, wondering if she should drive right on back. He could do nothing to her. If he tried, she could deny everything flatly and call the police. But something moved her from the car, across the street and up the stairs to the front door. Max had been waiting for her. He was standing there now, his massive body filling the doorway, filling her with dread and excitement.

"I knew you'd come… and right on time," he said, laying both hands on her shoulder and pulling Lydia in.

The woman felt the warmth of his palms through her thin cotton dress as she stumbled over the doorstep and entered the living room.

"You'll go downstairs. The bedroom's too good for you," he said, shoving her roughly between the shoulders.

Lydia balked, turning around while clutching her purse to her tits. She started to open her mouth when she realized Max had doubled his fist and cocked it back. It was too late for the woman to duck as his knuckles flew through the darkness, ramming hard into her belly and knocking the wind from her lungs. Lydia let out a scream, doubling over and clutching her stomach while her knees buckled from under her.

Sinking to the ragged blue carpeting, the woman fought to regain her breath putting one hand out in front of her for balance while fishing lights exploded behind her eyes. Max was on top of her man instant, gathering her hair in his fingers and pulling up. She screamed again, feeling the strands tearing from her scalp as she stammered and fought to stand.

"Get up, lazy slut! Bitches like you just wanna stay on their backs to get fucked! Too damned lazy to walk around!"

"No! Oh, please…"

"My nephew's gonna bring a friend here in a while. The more the merrier, I say."

He slapped her with the back of one hand, knocking Lydia back to the floor. She pushed herself up, wiping her mouth with her trembling fingers and noticing he had drawn blood from her lower lip. She started crawling away. Max stomped on her ankles with his heavy boots, drawing a shriek from her.

"You don't have to be bashful. You'll know what to do when the time's right."

"No… I can't… not in front of another person… please!" she begged.

Max had gripped her around her wrist, dragging her through the living room, down the small corridor, into the kitchen. Twice Lydia tried rising to her feet. But Max only twisted her arm a little more, sending a shock of agony racing up through her bones into her brain. In the end she found it futile to fight him. She would simply have to endure once more… endure and enjoy, she thought with a small grin as he kicked open a door on the other side of a refrigerator and drew her to her feet.

"Down there."

Lydia pushed the hair from her eyes, noticing three buttons on her blouse had torn off, leaving her bra completely exposed. She began stepping down the rickety stairs, holding onto the wooden handrail tightly. It was dark. He hadn't switched on the light. She could smell the fetid dampness against her face. It already made her clothes stick uncomfortably to her flesh. She had descended three stairs when once more Lydia felt his hands against the small of her back.

Max laughed sharply, then pushed hard with one hand while bringing the other fist down savagely on her hand sliding down the railing. Lydia screamed, finding herself airborne, pitching headlong into the darkness. Her feet left the steps while her shoulders banged hard against the wail. She fell to her knees, cracking them severely against the edge of one step while tumbling down into the basement. Her legs were kicked out, wheeling overhead while her arms thrashed wildly from side to side, smacking against the stairs, the wall, the handrail.

Over and over she fell downward, her slacks tearing in the tumble while her head struck the handrail supports. It seemed like an eternity, her entire world pitch black while her body bounced painfully against the steps. In a moment Lydia crashed against the concrete, her foot wedging painfully against the bottom stair while her leg doubled under her ass-cheeks. Her head cracked hard against the cement floor, knocking her senseless as she let out one final cry of pain and defiance.

Stars exploded again and again in her head as she remained in the darkness for what seemed like hours. Visions of Max fucking her, of Max roping her and beating her senseless while she lay there helplessly rutting filled her head. Lydia thought she came at least once in her daze as she floated in the dream world of pain and delight. When she awoke, the woman found herself in complete darkness. At first Lydia was afraid to move. She was in some small confined space.

When she tried moving her arms, she felt her knuckles brushing up against something very firm – wood, she thought, keeping her hands pressed against her naked thighs. Yes, naked, naked like the rest of her! Lydia realized with a blush that Max had stripped her and placed her in this… this place!

Blinking rapidly, she started to move a bit and discovered it was nearly impossible. She was trapped, placed in this box where she couldn't move. Panic began to settle over her, making her heart beat wildly as Lydia rolled her eyes about, searching for something, anything to fix her vision on. There! Right in front of her! Lydia thought she could make out two small dots of light shining in. Lydia held her breath, curling her fingers, digging the nails into her thighs as she moved her head forward, squinting her eyes to see if she could peer through the openings.

There was shuffling outside the box! Lydia let out a long sigh, terrified to make one move. If Max still thought she was unconscious, perhaps she would have one or two more moments of peace before he worked on her.

What was that? Lydia jerked, feeling a flash of fear shoot through her like an electric shock. Something very sharp had bitten into her asscheek – or so it seemed. Dots of perspiration beaded her forehead as she waited, her bowels rumbling with the tension as she curled her bare toes against the splintery bottom of the coffin.

Another sound! Lydia thought she could detect a humming, a steady purring outside her coffin. But just what was it? The woman moved her head slightly to one side, able to press her ear against the wood. There! She could hear it better! Max was moving about, rattling something, then making that thing hum more loudly. No doubt it was something to hurt her more with, something that would cause more pain. She began to breathe more quickly, exhausting the oxygen in the small compartment. Lydia's face reddened as her nostrils fired. She would surely suffocate herself if she didn't conserve her air more carefully.

Again! There was that sharp pain, this time in her ankles. There were tiny holes all over in the wood she discovered, openings not only for air but for things Max was obviously sticking in against her. She whimpered, her eyes searching around as best she could, looking at the holes, wondering where he would strike next.

A faint scraping sound near her brought the woman around. She could see something very dark, very thin slipping through the hole in front of her. It was heading right toward her throat! Lydia swallowed hard, pressing her skull against the back of the coffin while sweat washed over her face. There was something else as well, a slight bluish glow to the needle. Oh God, that humming, that scraping sound! The thing in front of her was electrified! It slid closer, stopped for a moment, then moved on until it was an inch from her windpipe. A spark leaped from the tip to her throat, burning the flesh and making Lydia shriek in agony.

She beat her fists against the sides of the coffin until her knuckles bled, snapping her head from side to side as the current touched her windpipe. She could feel her hair standing on end, bristling out from her scalp while her flesh burned in the voltage. Max laughed, twisting the needle forward, pressing the pointy tip up against her throat.

Lydia shrieked again, her eyes popping from her head as her body jerked and banged against the sides of the coffin, threatening to upend it. Her bones throbbed with the electricity while her joints ached. He was electrocuting her while threatening to push the needle through to the back of her neck.

It was gone! Lydia relaxed, a fart escaping from her asshole while her body sagged with relief. She coughed, shaking her head, feeling as if she had just escaped from the jaws of death. What he had done to her was hideous.

Never, ever had she been so pained, so horrified in her life! Standing there now, Lydia waited far his next torment. It came sooner than she wanted, two needles scraping in at the level of her tits.

Lydia could see them inching forward, aiming directly at her nipples. Thank God, she thought, there was no bluish glow… at least, yet. They advanced, pausing a moment, then pushing forward once more until she could feel the tiny puncture wounds. In that instant she struck her shoulders against the wood, whimpering like a kicked kitten, trying to draw her hands to her tits.

But the coffin prevented all but the most minute of movements. The tips touched her nipples harder, her nubs stiffening against the cold sharpness. She could feel her tits swelling with her clit, her knees rubbing against one another as she sobbed and wished she could sink from the onslaught. But her knees touched the front of the case, preventing her retreat.

Max left the needles there, twisting them a little, letting them cut into the throbbing flesh while her clit beat out a wild rhythm of delight. He was inserting more needles now, two pricking her belly and making her suck in her stomach with a hissing breath. Oh God, there was another, this one pricking her asshole. He shot another into her ass-cheek, pushing it in, pulling it then shoving it in deeper until he threatened, to break flesh. Lydia screamed, jerking forward and impaling her nipples more firmly on the needles up front. It was awful! Trapped in the suffocating darkness, there was nothing she could do but shriek and use up the precious oxygen in the coffin.

Lydia beat the sides of the case with her tiny fists as two needles advanced against her cunt. She felt them pricking her swollen cunt-lips, moving on, slipping into her cunt-hole. Lydia held her breath, widening her knees as much as possible as the cold steel pricked its way deeper into her pussy. A third slid in, the sharp tip aimed directly for her clit. She felt the direct contact and sighed, snapping her head back as the sharp end pricked her tiny clit. It was almost more than she could have hoped for.

And now Max was pushing the other two needles forward, the tips puncturing her cuntlips while the third lanced into her clit. Lydia yammered like a scalded cat, her mind reeling with what was happening to her. The searing, dizzying agony racing through her body was more than she could stand. And her clit was rioting, exploding again and again, sending delicious signals to her brain while the woman continued to beat savagely against the sides of the tiny coffin. The twisting of the needles stopped, leaving Lydia there on her high.

Suddenly she remembered the first needle, the one that had slipped in with the bluish glow and had threatened to pierce her throat. Were they all connected in that vile way? The thought raced through her mind as her ears pricked and picked up the humming sound still filling the room. Lydia was about to scream out, to beg him to stop when she felt the first of the buzzing sensations around her nipples. Yes, yes, there was that bluish glow, now coming from some of the needles. She felt the stinging around her nipples, a stinging that made them stand out even more.

She twisted around, jerking her ass back, feeling the needles behind her threatening to pierce her asshole. Perspiration washed over her flesh, making the conductivity of her skin that much more intense and increasing the flow of current through her body.

"No, ahhh… nooooo!"

It was growing fiercer, the pain lancing into her more savagely as the current increased. All the needles were sparking now, piercing her body, sending cutting voltage ripping through her flesh and rocketing into her brain. Lydia shrieked and shrieked, beating her fist, her head, her knees against the coffin while the needles bit savagely through her cunt and asshole. She couldn't believe anything could be this wonderful, this awful! The current ripped again and again, making her dance obscenely in the tiny box while Max laughed and sneered outside.

As her climax exploded, the woman humped her belly forward, feeling the needles rake her cunt and ass even more. She could feel her flesh quiver under the onslaught as the needles scratched and poked against her. Yes, yes, she wanted it all – the pain, the pleasure, even Max's sneering laughter outside the coffin. It mixed together, making her feel as if she were floating on air.

And now she was cumming, climaxing hard, her cunt snapping shut on thin air while her clit beat out a wild rhythm against the electrified needle pricking it. Oh God in heaven, nothing had ever made her feel this hot before! She sobbed, sagging against the wooden barrier in front of her, so hot she thought she would burn up without the help of the surging current.

And then it was gone. One by one the needles disappeared from the tiny holes, leaving Lydia completely alone. She was about to call out when the front of the box opened. Max caught her. He held her against the front of the case as she drank in the cool, clean air.