A mother enslaved

CHAPTER EIGHT

Shari could barely see through the tiny slits of the leather hood. Bobby had bound her thoroughly, cinching her wrists together with thin line. The leather anklets binding her ankles to one another remained firmly secured. The girl groaned as he wrapped the thin white sheet around her naked body, hauling her from the garage to his car, then throwing her in like a sack onto the rear.

"You'll like my uncle a lot," he said, laughing as he slid behind the wheel and started the car.

The final disgrace had been that tight-fitting hood slipped over her head just before he pulled her from the garage. The leather stretched like a second skin over her face, pressing hard against her nose and high cheekbones. Bobby had some trouble slipping the hood over her nose and adjusting the tiny slits so they fit right under her nostrils. For a while Shari found herself suffocating, the black leather blocking her airways.

She groaned and twisted, falling against the door behind her while Bobby cursed and fought with the unyielding material. She drew in ragged breaths, feeling the leather suck into her nostrils and keep oxygen from reaching her burning lungs. Just when the teen thought she would faint, the young stud moved the hood over her nostrils, adjusting it so she could breathe easily and see ahead of her.

Now Shari lay on her belly, the sheet rubbing down from her body exposing her naked asscheeks. Bobby was whistling a tune, watching her reflection in the rear-view mirror as her ass came into view. Reaching between the front bucket seats, he whacked her naked ass hard, laughing when Shari let out a shriek of fright and pain.

"Nicest ass in town. And that's sayin' a lot, considerin' all the hot tail waggin' around out there!"

The car swerved, the movements exciting Shari in an odd way. She concentrated on the rubbing of her cunt against the cool plastic seat bottom, feeling the slick rub of her cunt-lips against the material. If she could, she would reach right in now and touch herself, jerk herself off right in front of Bobby. Moving her knees apart just a little, she found she could spread her cunt-lips apart. The spongy fat labes rubbed against a ridge in the seat bottom.

Ohhhh, how her cunt and thighs were wet, tingling with excitement and anticipation. The leather hood pressing against her face added to that lust as well. She pushed her clit gently against that ridge, feeling it rub against the plastic. Closing her eyes, drinking in the smell of the leather, Shari thought of all the horror Bobby had put her through. She thought of the bondage, of the cuffs and restraints keeping her prisoner now. That idea sent her panting harder, moving her hips up and down.

The white sheet fell off completely from her movements, puddling on the floor while Bobby turned the car sharply. She was jerking her hips now, rolling them at times like a boat in a storm, rubbing herself against that seat. Just as Bobby came to a halt and turned off the engine, Shari came. The orgasm spurted, her clit tingling and sparking gently while the girl rolled and rubbed her cunt over the seat. She was doing this right in front of her tormentor, and he had no idea what was going on.

The girl groaned into the leather hood, biting down on the material while roll alter roll of spastic delight rushed through her pussy. She could feel the door opening behind her, feel the rush of cool air against her body. Bobby was gathering up the material, throwing the sheet back over her body while taking her by the knees and pulling her out. How delicious the scraping sensation was of her nipples against the rough car seat.

"Okay, baby, out you go… uhhh!"

Shari rolled to the ground, tangling her legs in the sheet as she spilled over and over. Bobby kicked the car door shut, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand. Shari lay on her back, the sheet once again having slipped from her body, now revealing her pendulous tits and her firm thighs. Shari was going to dare to say something when she heard a deeper voice greet them from behind.

"So, you brought the girl. Fine-lookin' bitch, Bobby! You've been doin' well, just what your old uncle told you!"

There was the sound of footsteps approaching. Shari tried sitting up, feeling the strain against her back. She felt a knee striking her sharply in the jaw for that effort, the blow knocking her back down against the ground.

"Got spirit too… just like the cunt I've got downstairs. We ought to pair 'em up, just like I told you over the phone. Should be real interestin', this duo."

"She was fuckin' herself in the car, Uncle Max," Bobby said with a leer, nudging her cunt with the tip of his boot. Shari winced at the touch, flushing beet red at the words. So, he had seen her pumping her thighs against the seat! "Man, she was so hot I thought she was gonna blow the fuckin' gas tank!"

Max stroked his chin, looking down thoughtfully at the naked girl. He bent over, tugging the sheet completely away from her. A cool breeze lifted Shari's long blonde hair from her shoulders, bringing goosepimples all over her flesh. The girl peered up at the big man through the slits in her hood. He had the same hard, cruel look Bobby had when the boy was aroused. There was no doubt they were cut from the same cloth.

"Let's have some fun… out here. Nobody's round to interfere," Max said, moving his hands down to her ankles and releasing the cuffs binding them.

In a flash Shari was scurrying away like an animal, her hands still bound tightly behind her back. She tried scrambling to her feet, fell hard on her knees against the rough ground, then tried rising again. Her tits slapped together and jerked out as the girl struggled over the uneven dirt, her flesh tearing over the stones and gravel jutting up from the pound. Shari squealed, slipping to one side, feeling her feet giving way as she tried to steer herself away from the men behind her. It was her first chance at getting away, given to her on a whim by her tormentors.

She heard them encouraging her as she slid and slipped farther away. Hope surged through the girl as her feet padded over the ground. She couldn't see well because of the hood but was sure she was heading toward freedom. Her senses told her that as she raced over the yard toward the sounds of barking dogs. Surely there would be someone there who, would take care of her. They would see her condition and take pity on her, protecting her until – Shari felt the ground shoot out from under her. Suddenly the teen felt she was airborne, her legs flailing around while she bent forward and tried to tear her wrists from the line holding them against her lower back. She was falling, tumbling head over heels through the dark night air. All the terrors she had ever felt surged through the screaming girl as she dropped, finally landing on her hips and shoulders with a crash.

Shari lay there stunned as if someone had struck her with a truck. She knew she should run from the men now pursuing her. She knew they would drag her back and do terrible things to her. But the girl just couldn't get the energy in her to run. Moments later Shari heard both men sliding down the embankment, laughing at her. Bobby was the first to get to her, jerking her head back and stuffing dirt up her asshole. He laughed, watching her body jerk while pieces of gravel ground into her bowels.

"Nice, nice soft body," Max said. "She's wet, musky, in heat."

They were both squatting down in front of her, holding her down by her thighs and shoulders. Pulses of excitement leaped through her while her nipples still stood out firm and hard. Shari tried to tell herself it was the cold making her feel this way. But she knew being caught, being threatened by these men had a definite effect on her.

She was unable to mumble through the hood, feeling something cold up against her nipple. Looking down, Shari saw Max holding a switchblade knife, pressing the tip against her erect nub. She dug her heels against the soft pound, scooting her ass back, feeling the dirt wedging up into her ass-crack and into her shiner. The men laughed at her reaction while Max cut the tip of the knife up against her nipple.

"No!"

But Max knew better. He brought the knife down to her cunt, pressing the cold sharp steel up against her cunt-lips, then bringing the point up to her clit. Bobby was about to object, then closed his mouth, seeing how Shari's chest was heaving up and down in passion. Yes, the girl was enjoying this against her will. Shari admitted this finally to herself, feeling her cunt boiling down there.

The men's stench and hatred intensified her emotions. She could tell they had hard cocks, wanting to rape her brutally. Max would be more cruel than his nephew, perhaps. Something popped in Shari's mind at that thought, making her rock her hips suggestively while the teen still made crawling movements away from Bobby and his uncle.

"There, by the ash tree. Let's rope her over there," Bobby suggested.

"We can't fuck her like that."

"Not unless we fuck her in the ass."

Shari's curiosity was aroused. They flung her against the tall white ash tree in front of her. Max was binding her wrists to the tree, looping the rope around the trunk while Bobby kicked her ass forward. She felt the rough bark scratching against her inner thighs, poking up against her cunt. It was a feeling shockingly good, embarrassingly exciting. She couldn't help what happened to her next, feeling an overwhelming desire to shame herself in front of these men. Shari bent her knees slightly, opening wide enough to get her clit against the rough bark.

"Look, she's fucking the tree!"

"Make her behave, Uncle Max."

"I think we'll have to punish her good for what she's doing. I wouldn't be surprised if that bitch I've got down there's related to this little snit," Max said.

Shari heard the hiss of leather against cloth behind her. She knew Max was going to beat her. She could see in her mind's eye the broad belt arching above her head, snapping in teak, then coming down against her back.

"Aaghhhhh!"

Shari's body jerked, her head snapping back while her spine arched. The leather belt smacked dryly against her back, the crashed down once more between her shoulderblades. Again and again Max whipped the leather into her, smacking her ass-cheeks, curling the belt around her thighs until her flesh was red with the beating. A final blow sharply against her ass-cheeks lifted the teen bodily from the ground and shoved her hard against the firm ash.

She opened her crotch more, forcing her hips into the tree. Something – a shred of bark perhaps – entered her cunt-hole, piercing the sensitive flesh. Shari manipulated the muscles until the intrusion was lodged against her clit. She relaxed her thighs and let the next blow ripped her ass, working her body up against the sharp edge.

Again Shari threw her head back after the next blow slammed across both cheeks. Her head was thrown back at a severe angle while she sucked in air with a groan. She couldn't stand this pounding much more. They were making her rut right there in front of her, forcing her to think only of fucking. Yes, yes, she had to have something in her cunt, something more than the tiny abusive thing creasing into her clit. The feelings inside her were ripping the teen apart, making her grunt for the wild fuck she needed.

"Get her into the house. She's hot enough to set this damned tree on tire and bring the fuckin' fire department out! We'll give the little cunt somethin' to moan about!"

"Man, she's all wet in there… wet and hot, just like a cunt's supposed to be," Bobby said, working his fingers into her cunthole and making Shari yelp with the touch.

"In the house!" Max insisted, clapping his nephew firmly on the shoulders. "We'll take better care of her in there."

Reluctantly Bobby dragged Shari from the tree, her legs leaving two small trenches in the soft dirt behind her. She was too terrified, too excited to say a word. She felt the backs of her legs banging up the steps. Through the slits in the hood Shari could make out shadowy pieces of furniture. From the dampness coming up from below, Shari knew there was a cellar nearby.

"Don!" Max barked, forcing her to her knees, then pushing the teen forward.

Shari lost her balance once again, tumbling headlong into space. She screamed, her legs tangling up with one another as she rolled painfully down the steps. Somehow she managed to keep from rolling all the way down to the cellar floor, wedging her legs against one of the banisters supports. Max cursed, thudding down the steps, then kicking her hard. Shari let out a sharp cry, her body jerking from the force of the blow. Struggling forward, the teen managed to swing her legs around and scoot down the steps on her ass.

"She's a smart one," Max said, admiring the girl's spunk.

The men pursued her, grabbing Shari around the waist and holding her.

"Take the bitch over there… right by the overhead bar. I've got an idea."

Shari twisted against Bobby's grip while Max lowered the crossbar Lydia had been hung from, bringing it down to Shari's shoulder level. Quickly he took her hand, pressing it against one edge and binding it to the wood with several loops of line. The girl threw back her head and let out a wail, feeling the rope cutting into her badly chafed wrists. Bondage! There was no way she could escape it!

Someone was pulling her other arm out, cinching more line around the aching flesh and binding it to the wooden bar. There! They had her where they wanted her! She was stretched crucifixion style, her arms out while her legs remained unbound. There were squeaking sounds. Then Shari felt the crossbar rising, pulling her arms up. The crossbar was relentless, tugging her up until her legs began to swing back and forth. In a moment Max had the girl hanging from the ceiling, her legs kicking back and forth.

Shari let her head drop forward, feeling the weight of her body pulling painfully against her arms and shoulders. Her tits slapped together once more as the girl peered through the tiny eyeslits, perspiration making the leather slide over her flushed face. Fighting down the groans, Shari waited, her heart beating wildly once more as she thought of the many things Max and Bobby could do to her now.

Just as the ticklish fire rushing up and down her inner thighs grew unbearable, Shari caught the sound of something very heavy scraping over the floor. She turned her head and saw a large stand with a pole jutting up from the center of the heavy metal disc at the bottom. What made Shari's pulse quicken was what was mounted at the tip. It was a long thick cock – at least, something formed to look like a man's cock. Only this cock was a metallic color, the fat head catching the yellowish overhead light and gleaming evilly.

Max was pushing it directly between her legs until the tip was within inches of her cunt. Shari inched her legs away from it, kicking her feet from side to side. Instantly the girl knew what the men were going to do to her! She would be raped, alright, but raped by that dreadful metal thing!

The more she tried to escape the dildo below her, the more exhausted she became. Max finished centering the instrument, then walked over to the wall while Bobby stood in front of the girl and watched, his thick-muscled arms crossed over one another. Shari blushed, thankful forte hood hiding her shame. She could feel the overhead bar shaking as Max released the brake on the ratchet, lowering her slowly.

In a moment Shari felt the cold iron against her pouty cuntlips. It was flattening them back under the pressure, squeezing in, pressing the slick, achey walls apart while Shari kicked her legs from side to side and felt herself being fucked by that long, thick dildo. And as her cuntwalls cramped and cinched tight around the penetrating cock, the girl realized that more would come.