Daughter and mother in bondage

CHAPTER SIX

"Eeeeaayyyaggghhhhhhh!"

The blow came with the fury of a brushfire, making her body twitch, then it snapped to the left while her wailing cry echoed within the cinderblock walls of the basement. The black leather bit into the flesh just below her left buttock, burning the white flesh with a dry smacking sound, leaving a small red welt.

Christine thought he had touched her with a torch! The burning sting brought tears to her eyes as she arched her body, her tits rubbing against her chin.

"Uhhhhhhhghghhh… oooohhh…"

An animal! That was the only word that could describe Brad Rudd! Animal! He had trusted her up in this horrible device. And now he was beating her senseless with his belt while she remained bound and upside down in this wooden contraption!

"Have another one, baby, somethin' to keep you warm in winter."

"No!"

Brad paused for a while, rubbing the bottom of his chin with one hand while he studied her smooth back, the full swells of her tight, rounded asscheeks. Christine blinked away the tears and watched him licking his lips, as if he were a wolf about to pounce on her. She sniffed, shaking the blinding tears from her face and tensing her muscles. Yes, she was getting ready for the next blow, the next stinging attack of that belt. She watched the belt hanging from his hand, the tip trailing over his boots.

Her heart was beating hard when Brad tensed his arm, drawing the belt up from the floor and over his head.

"Ohhhhhh."

Even as Christine sobbed, the shadow of Brad's arm cut across her belly and ass. She trembled violently, gooseflesh dotting her skin. Christine saw the arm jerk up a little more.

Closing her eyes and biting down hard, she heard the leather sizzling through the air. There was a rushing sound as she clenched her buttocks together. And then there was that same burning, stinging pain she had felt on the back of one leg. Only now the belt had chewed into the plump flesh of her asscheek. It was a stinging blow that sent her body jerking forward, the thongs groaning as they restrained her. More tears burned her eyes, rolled back into her hair as Brad laughed at her distress.

"Having trouble, baby? Having trouble with the belt? Man, lots of cunts have trouble with it at the start. But they come around pretty soon."

"Oh please, please, you don't know what you're doing to me. This is awful," she sobbed, shaking her head.

Her arms and legs hurt her in this awkward position! God only knows how much longer he would keep her in here, hurting her, taunting her. Christine blinked again clearing her mind. She had nearly forgotten why she had come here in the first place. Fucking. Of course.

Subtly she began moving her hips from side to side and found, to her surprise, that the movement was more than pleasurable. She was feeling the same hot tensions she had felt earlier. Only now the beating and the bondage had added something delicious adventure.

"Ohhhhhh…"

"Again."

The word sent shivers rushing up and down her spine. Again there was the sound of leather rushing through the air, the sizzling, hissing sound that made her tense and cry out in anguish.

A pause, then the stinging heat tore through her asscheeks once again and spread quickly to her cunt. It was as if a lightning bolt had sliced into her pussy, burning her membranes while her clit absorbed a powerful charge of delight!

"Yaggghghghhghh…" Christine whimpered as Brad made criss-crossing attacks on her supple asscheeks.

Brad's breathing turned into labored wheezing while the sound of that black leather belt hissing through the air mixed obscenely with her cries.

Time and time again Christine swore she wouldn't scream, wouldn't cry as the leather burned and seared her ass. But Brad was a master, striking her where it hurt, then going lighter on another part of her body so she wouldn't become numb to his attacks. And then it was back to the injured spot, the leather caressing and burning her flesh until Christine thought she would pass out from the agony!

And then the beating stopped.

Christine opened her eyes, looking up at the big man. He was sweating profusely, perspiration staining his face and chest while the black leather belt hung to one side. He was studying her, his free hand roving up and down the bulge in front of his pants. Her head ached and throbbed from the awkward position of being hung upside down!

"Oh please, please, don't keep me this way please," she sobbed, her voice turning into a wail as Brad stretched out one hand toward her.

At first Christine thought it was going to be some new torment, some awful torture that would drive her mad. Instead, she heard the wood groaning, then felt the inner frame moving clockwise.

She closed her eyes and murmured a prayer as she felt him righting her body. In a moment her hair tested on her shoulders and down her back.

"Ooooohhhhhhh…" she sighed.

Christine twisted her wrists in the leather thongs, restoring some of the circulation to her fingers.

"Cockmeat, baby, hot cockmeat," Brad muttered, his hand toying with his zipper.

Christine knew she should look away. Even under these circumstances she should show this awful man that she wasn't the rutting whore he thought she was.

But Christine couldn't help herself. She found her eyes riveted to his crotch, felt her flesh crawling with delight as she watched his fingers tighten around the zipper tab, then pull down. His Levi's halved. Brad pulled out his ten long inches, those inches of cock that sooner or later would squeeze their way into Christine's hot, throbbing pussy.

"My… my God!"

Her lower jaw slackened. Never had she seen any cock so big, and so beautiful as that prick sticking straight out from between his stained jeans! Again and again Christine tried pulling her eyes away from the sight. She tried reminding herself just what kind of person Brad and Ed Rudd were. The stinging flesh still smarting from the belting blows should have been reminder enough. But still Christine couldn't help but stare at Brad's prick, stare at that tight pink skin stretching against the blue veins throbbing with lust.

"Goddamned cock-happy cunt. Thought you was one of those. You and your fuckin' daughter."

"What?"

Christine hadn't heard much of what he'd said. Had Brad mentioned Anna? No, that was impossible. Anna was too shy, far too reticent to come over here and do anything with these horrible men!

"Bitch."

He was going to hit her again! She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice!

Christine watched, her flesh tingling as his arm cocked once more. He lashed out with a fury, the belt striking across her tits, the leather chewing down hard.

"Yagghghghhh!" she wailed.

The next blow fell over her right nipple, making Christine think he was about to tear the nub from her titflesh. She jerked her ass back, her lower spine striking the broad beam of wood.

"No, don't… don't!"

Again Brad stared hungrily at her, licking his lips. The belt fell down hard once more across her thighs, then up around her cunt.

Christine felt her belly muscles tighten, then cramp, as the belt dug into her sunken navel.

"Yagghhh… ooohhhhno, no! You're going to kill me!" she screamed.

"Bitch!"

Again came the stinging blows, one raining down after, another.

Her legs trembled, her ankles jerking in the leather restraints. He was concentrating the blows on her feet, the end of his belt lashing at her ankles, her toes. It was as if someone were pouring burning gasoline over her feet. And then he was back up around her belly. A particularly harsh blow sent the tip of that awful belt into her cunt!

"Ughhhhhhhh!"

For a while the world went black around her. Christine had never felt such an all encompassing pain in her life! It was as if he had stabbed her with a rusty blade, twisting it around and around in her belly.

Her knees jerked up as her brain exploded into a myriad of colors and sounds. Snapping her head back, feeling the sweep of her long blonde hair across her upper back, Christine let out a series of shrieks as another blow fell.

"Ohhhhhhhh!"

The shrill power of her screaming cries rang off the walls, drowning out Brad's obscene comments on her body. It felt as if she would die here on this contraption.

"Uhhhhhhh…" she groaned.

Brad lashed at her again with renewed frenzy.

Christine screamed more loudly, her chest tightening, her body twisting and jerking, spasming from the increased savagery of the blows. He was beating at her tits, the leather belt stinging her spongy red nipples.

But now, the reaction Christine had was something other than pain. It was arousal, a kind of excitement that confused her as well as pleased her.

The belting stopped again.

This time, Christine guessed it was for good. She heard the belt fall to the floor. She felt cunt juice running out of her like a river of molten lava. And then Brad was standing up to her, his prickhead pressing against one injured thigh.

Christine groaned, her wrists twisting in the thongs, her ass tensing, relaxing, then tightening again while her thighs rubbed against one another. She was feeling desire for him, wishing that he would hurt her some more then rape her. She wanted his prick, wanted that fat cock pushing into her quivering pussy, touching her clit, arousing her, fulfilling her wildest fantasies!

"Uhhhhhh!"

"Fuckin' whore. Bitch-whore. That's what most of you Goddamned widows are fuckin' bitch-whores who gotta have prick. You'd probably crawl through fuckin' shit for a half-cocked fuck," Brad muttered through clenched teeth. "Well, you're gonna get one hell of a fuck, baby. When me and my brother get through with you, you won't be able to walk for a week!"

But Christine envisioned being fucked by the Rudd brothers.

Christine's joints began to hurt. The strain on her wrists and ankles grew worse as her arousal increased. She was rutting, rutting like a slut. But she didn't care.

And now he was moving around, moving to her backside. Christine shook the blinding stupor from her mind, following him as best she could with her eyes.

"Jesus Christ, you got one hell of a fine ass, baby… no sagging, no nothin'… nothin' but a fine piece of ass," he whispered.

Christine flinched once more. He was slapping her with his hand, his fingers burning her asscheeks, hitting those same areas his belt had reddened earlier. Her buttocks burned! It was as if her asscheeks had caught fire.

"Bitch! Bitch!"

Her asscheeks heated, turning scarlet under those awful blows. The blazing warmth of her injured ass radiated now to her cunt. There wasn't the brutalizing agony of the belt now, and the juice began frothing up between her swollen cuntlips, streaking her inner thighs, rushing down to her ankles. Finger marks appeared on her ass where Brad's hand hit again and again. Christine clenched her asscheeks together until they ached, until the muscles of her thighs began cramping from the tension.

"Ow! What are you doing to me? Oh God, take it out, take it out!"

The attack had suddenly changed. The beating had stopped. Those slapping hands were gone. In their place was one finger, one awful finger screwing into her asshole!

Christine could feel his fingernail pressing into her shitter, almost cutting the wrinkled flesh surrounding the tight little hole. Christine's eyes widened and rounded, her mouth opening while panting, sobbing breaths came from her throat.

"Oh no, no, nooooo!"

She bent her knees, trying to writhe her body away from the invading digit. It was obscene, horrible! No one had ever done this to her.

"Uhhhhhh!"

Brad screwed his finger up to the second joint!

Hot flashes of sensation bolted down to her cunt, making her clit stiff. She thrust her ass forward, trying to get away from that probing finger. But the thongs around her ankles and wrists kept her in place. She was going nowhere, and Brad kept up screwing her with his finger in the ass.

"Nice, huh, baby? Oh yeahhhh, nice to have a finger up your ass," he moaned, drawing up behind her.

Christine felt her teeth chattering. That finger kept skewering her, twisting around and around in her bowels while his other hand was now crawling through her dampened cuntal thicket. She felt her cuntlips trembling, swelling hotly because of the subtle pressure against her pussy.

And then he was rubbing her clit, barely touching the red, rounded tip with one hand while wriggling his finger in her ass!

"Oh. Ohhh! Ohhhhhhhh!"

"Gonna fuck you in the butt, baby. Yeah, gonna ram my prick right up your ass. I'll let Ed finish you off in the cunt," Brad whispered in her ear, biting down hard on her earlobe.

Christine let out a sharp cry, tugging at the thongs around her wrists until she thought the leather had cut through the flesh. That couldn't happen, to her! It was impossible! She wasn't a pervert! He couldn't be thinking of shoving that monster up between her asscheeks and into her bowels! It would kill her!

"No, no!" she screamed.

There was the sound of scraping behind her. Brad had a small box in his hands. In a moment she felt him holding onto her waist, drawing up behind her.

Something very hot and very slick was rubbing up between her thighs. She could feel the backs of her knees being touched by his legs. Fucked in the ass! She could tell he was going to do it! Christine could feel his prick rubbing up there, slithering up between her legs. And there was nothing she could do about it!

"Oh God, God!" she gasped.

His fingertips tightened around her hips. Then Christine felt one hand move down, spreading her asscheeks apart for his prick. Again she jerked her thighs, receiving a hard slap across the back of her head for her efforts.

"Try that again and I'll knock you out, bitch. You'll come to with a prick up your ass and it won't be that pleasant."

Christine waited, panting. Then she felt that slick head wedging up into her asscrack, touching her injured asshole.

Brad grunted in her ear, panting while adjusting his standing position behind her. His hold tightened. Then the pressure against her shitter increased, his knees pressing harder into the backs of her legs.

Christine grunted, her head snapping back, her eyes cinching tight while another whimpering cry escaped from her lips. "Uhhhh…"

The pressure turned to an agonizing pain quickly as the blunt head of his cock pressed down and in. Christine screamed louder, her body shaking violently while the rim of her asshole was being driven up into her bowels. "Take it, bitch, take it all!"

The pressure against her shit-chute relaxed only for a moment, then increased as Brad braced his prickshaft, holding it rigid against her ass.

Christine let her ass relax. With a groan of defeat, she sagged in her bonds, feeling that huge lump of prickmeat squeezing past her loosened asshole muscle.

"Yagggghghhhhhh!" she screamed.

In a second the big head of his cock was past the tight little sphincter, burrowing into her bowels. Christine bounced savagely in her bonds, her big tits slapping wetly together while her belly bowed out from the tension in her ass.

And yet, in spite of the pain – or possibly because of it – she almost cried out her desire to feel that prickhead raping her pussy. She wanted to feel the hard thing in her cunt, not in her butt! Fucking, yes! Raping, yes! But not in her ass – her pussy, her hot, aching pussy!

"Uuughghhh…" she groaned.

Brad dropped one hand from her hip. She felt his hand slide up, up to one of her tits. He was squeezing it, pinching her nipple while driving more of his cock into her shitter. Christine squirmed, moving her ass back toward his belly. Gradually the pain that had torn through her ass was disappearing as her asshole stretched to accommodate that huge prick.

"Yeah, baby, that's it, relax and take it. Fuck, I knew you'd get it cm once I got my prick into you," Brad whispered, stroking her tits and pushing yet another inch of cock into her cunt.

Christine closed her eyes and wept. Shamed, degraded! And she knew there was more, much more to come before she would go home to lick her wounds.