Daughter and mother in bondage

CHAPTER ONE

"Wh-what are you doing?" Anna Bixby stood in the hot garage, the two patches of silk covering her nipples growing damp from her perspiration.

She stepped back, one hand pressed over her mouth while the other stretched behind her. Eyes wide, the young teenaged blonde was moving away from the two brothers in front of her.

"What does it look like? You keep parading that ass around here like that, then expect us not to notice?" Brad Rudd said, pushing his greasy fingers through his short-cropped black hair.

"Yeah, been watchin' that ass wiggle under those bikini bottoms," Ed Rudd added, his eyes narrowing as they zeroed in on the small blue patch barely covering the triangle of blonde cuntal hairs growing on her virgin mound. "You can't tell me you don't want it… want it real bad."

Ed was rubbing his crotch, slipping his fingers back and forth over his fly! Anna shook her head from side to side, still backing away from the two Rudd brothers.

It had been a joke. That was all. She wanted to tease them, to trot on over while her mother was out shopping and tease the two new guys in the neighborhood. But this was going too far!

Brad had closed the garage door shut. There was the smell of dirt, gasoline and oil. And hardly a breath could be drawn in the stifling garage! Sweat was already starting to trickle down from under her arms and staining her bathing suit.

"So now, you're gonna put out… gonna pay up for all the advertising," Brad said, reaching down and tugging his sweat-stained white cotton T-shirt from his Levi's. Ed did the same, both bothers starting to strip in front of the girl.

"No!"

Horrified, Anna pivoted and rushed for the closed door, curling her fingers into two fists and beating wildly in the wood.

"Help me! Oh help me! Oh God, somebody come here and help me! They're going to rape me! Oh God, rape! Rape!"

Anna was screaming at the tops of her lungs, the sounds of her fists beating against the door echoing trough the large garage.

Ed moved first, rushing toward the young girl and pulling her away by the wrist. He yanked her back hard. Anna let out a sharp cry, her legs tangling over one another. Struggling to keep her balance, she steadied herself, then tugged backward, trying to break the harsh grip of Ed's fingers on her wrist.

"No! Oh no! Lemme go!"

Anna slipped over something disgustingly greasy while her hand banged against the big blue pickup truck to her right. Again she tried tugging her arm free of Ed's grip. Her long blonde hair splashed and tangled around the base of her throat while her tits jiggled from the violence of her struggle. The brothers were licking their lips, enjoying her struggle, her whimpering cries, her hopeless desire to break free of them.

"You ain't goin' nowhere 'til we've had a good taste of your pussy."

"No, no! Don't do that to me! You don't understand!" Anna gasped, stopping her struggle for the moment and pushing the hair from her eyes.

She looked wildly from one Rudd brother to the other, hoping they would believe her.

"I've never done anything like this before! I swear!" she cried, her voice tight with fear.

Hot tears were starting to well up in her eyes as she stood there half-naked in front of this pair of savages!

"Come on, baby, kids half your age are puttin out," Brad said, laughing at her distress and walking over to her.

"No, no, I swear it! Oh don't make me do it! Oh please, don't make me do it!"

Anna hoped someone had heard her frantic pleas and would come rushing through the door to save her.

Brad took one arm while his brother held onto the other, both of them guiding her away from the door.

"No, oh noo…" Anna gasped. Her voice was strained as she felt them push her toward an old couch in front of the pickup truck.

"That's your bridal bed, baby. Take a good look at it," Brad taunted.

"No!"

Again Anna tried twisting away, jerking one knee up and trying to kick Ed Rudd in the crotch.

"You're crazy! I'll scream!"

Brad stepped back, letting her go while Ed continued to hold onto her by the shoulders.

She felt Ed's strong fingers digging into her flesh, twisting her around to face him. What she saw horrified her. Ed had one hand up in the air, his fingers spread widely apart. Before she could shout once more, his hand came down in a broad arc, slapping hard across her cheek, then coming back, the knuckles bruising her chin.

"Uhhhhhhhh…" Anna's head snapped first to the right, then to the left, the force of the blow stunning her.

She felt her muscles relaxing, her resistance collapsing. In a daze she felt them pushing her onto the couch, felt fingers on her tits, on her ass. They were taking off her bikini, slipping what little clothing she had on from her body.

"Ohhhhh…" she groaned.

Her top went, then finally her bikini bottoms, wadded up and tossed in some corner.

"Man, she's somethin' else. She's got a set of jugs on 'er like Raquel Welch!" Ed panted, his face red with rising lust.

"And, man, she's a real blonde. Look at that! Christ, that's a hot little hair pie. Wonder if she'd like to have somethin' big and hot and thick stirrin' around inside there?"

Anna drew one hand over her eyes, moaning softly, shifting her asscheeks over the scratchy material of the dusty sofa cushion. She was naked, stripped of her bathing suit!

Slowly coming out of her daze, Anna felt panic spreading through her mind and body. They were going to rape her, going to fuck her right there in the garage! Pushing through the fog dulling her senses, she jerked up, hands flailing in front of her as she slipped one leg off the couch and tried to escape.

"Get… back!" Ed said, slapping her hard across the face, then taking her by the shoulders and shoving her down on the couch.

"Man, this little cunt's gonna be more trouble than she's worth," Brad said, trying to hold her flailing legs still. "Gotta rope this one… sorta like ropin' a steer. Come on."

Anna tried to slide off the couch when the two brothers began moving away. Ed came back and gripped her hard by the shoulders, shaking her so violently that her head snapped from side to side. She kept screaming, her knees buckling, her arms flopping from the violence of the motion.

"Stupid bitch! You don't know when you've had enough, huh?"

A hard slap across the face ended Anna's resistance. With a muffled groan she collapsed in a heap onto the sofa, her arms draped over her face.

Anna had no idea how much time had passed. When she managed to see through the fog again, she felt something harsh wrapping around her wrists. Rope! They were tying her up, binding her!

"Oh no!" she gasped.

Blinking her eyes and twisting her head around, Anna saw piles of rope at the foot of the sofa. Ed had one piece of quarter-inch line that he was wrapping around both her wrists. She snapped back to consciousness immediately, jerking both legs up and planting her feet squarely and hard against Ed's shoulders, nearly knocking him off balance.

"Uh! This little bitch doesn't deserve the couch," he said, knocking her feet away and tightening the ropes around her wrists.

"Yeah, the fuckin' workbench is good enough for this pig."

"No, don't… unhhhhh… don't…"

"I'll never come back here! I promise. I won't come back here again."

"You'll be back, you'll see. As much as you keep screamin' down the walls, slut, you'll be back for more of our cocks." Brad slipped one arm under her shoulders, lifting her from the sofa while Ed kept her ankles together.

Anna jerked her legs as best she could, bending her knees while twisting helplessly in their grip. She was writhing and bucking like some trapped animal, fighting for her life.

The Rudd brothers grunted, hauling her like a sack of potatoes from the sofa to a large workbench near the front door.

"Nooo!" she screamed.

"Shut the fuckin' slut up!" Ed growled.

Anna let out another cry of agony as Brad tightened the double slip knot around her wrists. The rough hemp bit into her flesh, making her wince in pain. She looked from one man to the other, wondering how they could do something like this to her, a complete stranger! She didn't know them, and they had only seen her once or twice in the backyard.

"Help!"

"Goddamn it! I've got something that'll shut the little bitch up!"

Brad unbuckled his belt, then stripped off his jeans.

Flashing a look to one side, Anna saw him pulling off his dirty underwear, his hefty prick rolling out and nearly touching her face. She flinched, letting out another cry for help while Ed kept her pinned to the splintery rough wood under her.

"Noooo!"

Brad smiled. "Swallow this. Maybe this'll make you hot and heavy for us. Lots of girls turn into cock hounds the second they get a good taste of prick!"

Someone was pressing fingers hard against her jaw, forcing her mouth open. And then Brad was shoving his filthy, foul-smelling shorts into her mouth!

Anna gagged, closing her eyes and feeling her throat and chest tighten in disgust! The shorts were in her mouth now. Anna tried twisting around, tried jerking her head away. But both Ed and Jack kept her steady.

"Tape it down around her head. Then we'll be ready for more action," Ed suggested.

Brad moved away for a second, coming back with a roll of white masking tape. There was the ripping sound of tape being pulled from the roll. And then Anna felt the sticky substance being plastered around her skull, wrapped tightly around her face to keep those awful-tasting shorts embedded in her mouth!

"Ummmmmfffffffff!"

"Man, she's a feisty slut," Ed commented, tossing the roll of tape to the floor.

"Get her fuckin' legs. Then we can get a good tap on the little bitch and find out if she was tellin' the truth about bein' a virgin," Brad suggested, checking the ropes around her wrists, then pulling her arms back until they stretched over her head. "What you doin'?"

"Makin' sure this one gets the full effect," Ed answered, picking up a two-foot piece of half-inch line. Looping the rope around the rope binding Anna's wrists together, Ed tugged the piece back, affixing it to one strong leg of the bench.

Anna grit her teeth together, grinding them as she felt the muscles and tendons pull back and stretch from the move. The backs of her legs scraped painfully over the splintery wood as she twisted helplessly, still trying to break away from these animals.

"Ohhhh yeahhh, nice, nice…" Brad grinned.

Ed stood up from his crouching position behind her, staring down at her full thirty-four-inch tits, the hard red little flubs capping them, the gentle, sensuous swells of her belly and thighs.

Even on her back Anna's firm, round asscheeks pillowed out to either side of her hips. She was a devastatingly lovely girl, a young woman whom men looked twice at. Now she was roped in a small garage in South Pasadena, helplessly tied up while two men were going to rape her!

The spit wadded up behind the shorts, making her twist her head to one side and swallow her saliva. She knew she would drown if she weren't careful. Forcing down the terror, Anna took deep, calming breaths, wriggling her fingers to insure circulation in spite of the tight bonds.

A sharp splinter bit into her right buttock. Flinching, she shifted position, wondering for an instant just what it would be like to have a prick in her. Then she wondered what on earth she could be thinking of. The ropes and the beating must have addled her mind!

"Ohhhh, man, I've jacked off uglier broads than this one," Brad moaned, working his fingers over his rapidly stiffening cock.

"Think about it later. Come on, gimme a hand with this," Ed said.

The two men worked slowly, talking about Anna's cunt, wondering if she was a cherry. Ed looped one rope around her right knee, taking the free end and pushing it under the workbench to his brother on the other side. Brad finished the job by looping that end around her left knee, drawing the line tightly enough so that Anna wouldn't be able to close her thighs. Ed slipped more quarter-inch line around the girl's ankles, drawing them back until the balls of her feet touched her asscheeks.

"Let's finish this up and get down to business, man," Brad said, saliva flecking his lips as he took in the girl's firm, young body. Anna cringed under his gaze, feeling so dirty that she could have died!

"Okay, get more rope and we'll make sure she can't move a muscle… except those important ones," Ed added, his thick lips curling up into a smile.

Anna closed her eyes, feeling hot tears oozing out from under her long blonde lashes. They were bustling around her, sliding more ropes under the bonds fastening her ankles together. She grunted in pain as Ed tugged. Two ropes were fastened to the bonds of her feet, the free ends being pulled and tied to the bench. Anna was bound firmly, trapped, barely able to move.

"Gonna get me a little hair pie now," Brad said, pushing his brother to one side and crawling up onto the bench.

Anna jerked her head up, her eyes wide and round as she stared above the jutting mounds of her tits at the big man between her legs. A frightened cry escaped from around the choking gag as she twisted her wrists against the chafing ropes. She tensed her thigh muscles, trying to clamp her legs closed.

"Hey, wait…" Ed exclaimed.

"Come on, man," Brad retorted, slapping away his brother once more. "That's my jockeys, in her fuckin' mouth. I get firsts on this one, brother. Don't worry. There's gonna be plenty to go around on this one."

Anna trembled with revulsion, jerking her head from one side to the other while straining her muscles against the ropes until they cramped. A sickening shudder shivered through her body when she felt Brad's callused fingertips smoothing over her white, shivering flesh. He was going to touch her where no man had ever dared! Her mother had told her something about sex, and she had learned a good deal more from school. But now she was going to discover sex first hand, right there in the garage, thanks to the Rudd brothers.

"Man, go for it, then. You keep at her while I get ready," Ed said, pulling open his Levi's and shoving them down to his knees.

Anna flashed a look at the younger Rudd brother as he stepped from his jeans. He was wearing a pair of sweat-stained white jockeys.

She could see something hard and big pressing up against the front piss-flap of his shorts.

Two pricks! Two cocks ready for her cunt! Anna dropped her head to the bench with a thud, whimpering through the gagging jockstrap while strands of her blonde hair clung damply to her cheeks and forehead. Never would she have guessed that she was going to lose her virginity so brutally to these animals!