Daughter and mother in bondage

CHAPTER NINE

It was over! Christine lay on the pile of rags, cum oozing from her cuntal slit. Stretching one hand over the woman drew one of those pieces of cloth over her cunt, feeling the material barely touching her cuntal hairs. Shifting her position slightly Christine drew her legs up as she eyed the two Rudd brothers. They had had their fill with her. Dear God, she felt as abused as a whore at a sailors' debauch. The places where all the whip and burn marks were hurt her terribly now. As she lay there thinking of the way Ed and Brad had treated her tears came to Christine's eyes.

"Awwww, come on, baby, come on," Brad said, noticing the streaks down her flushed cheeks.

"Keep… away from me," Christine said, wincing back as he came up to her.

"No need to get pissed off," he said, kneeling down next to her and wiping the tear from under her right eye. The touch of his hand made Christine heart contract. Was it excitement or fear, fear that he was going to do something else painful to her before letting her go.

"Please… I just want to go home," she whispered a tremor in her voice.

"Your daughter wasn't so fuckin' anxious to get home when we had at her," Brad said.

What? What had he said? Christine felt as if someone had touched her head with a live wire. She slid back, drawing her legs under her asscheeks while staring at him with widened eyes. Anna? Her daughter? Had she been here?

"You're lying," she hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes shifting from one man to the other. Brushing away several strands of her blonde hair, Christine shook her head from side to side. "Anna would never come over here – not without any permission. She has a good sense of morality and and…"

Her words died on her lips as she stared at the two brothers. The mocking looks in their eyes, their twisted smiles, told her she was ignoring the facts. Of course, Anna had been moping about the house for the past few days. She had thought there was some other reason, perhaps the flu. But now… now thinking about it, Christine realized what Ed and Brad were saying must be true.

"She was one hell of a fuck. Didn't wanna get her cherry popped for the longest time," Brad said, rubbing his fingers over his chin.

"Yeah, you must've really put the fear of God in that little girl about getting fucked," Ed added, laughing as Christine jerked her head around and stared at the laughing blond.

"But we took care of that. Man, by the time we got through with that little girl, she couldn't wait to have more dick in her."

"Liar!" Christine shouted, feeling the blood pounding through her head. No, no, they couldn't be talking about her little girl.

"Liar, huh? Man, she couldn't wait to have us fuck her by the time we worked the little bitch over," Ed said, pushing his face against Christine's.

"Cock, lady, dick!" Brad said, rubbing his fingers over his crotch. "You been pretty good. And your daughter's not bad either. When she gets a little experience behind her, fuck, she'll outdo you every time. She's got a hungry cunt, lady, a real hungry pussy. And it's good and hot and tight too."

"No! You animals!"

Those obscenities! Those Rudd brothers, standing there, laughing at her while they talked about her and her daughter in that horrible way! Christine felt a little sick as she lay there in the rags, listening to their horrible words!

"And, man, she kept moanin' and twistin' around," Ed said, his eyes showing he was remembering how Anna kicked and bit and scratched when she came. "Man, I thought she was gonna have a fit or somethin' when we started with her. She's like you, man, likes havin' herself beat up a little before…"

Christine couldn't take it any more. With a growl, she leaped from the pile of rags, her hands outstretched, her fingers curved like claws. Hurling herself onto Brad, she began attacking him as hard as she could, scratching at his face, kicking him with her bare feet while calling him every filthy name she could muster.

"Bitch!" he snapped.

Brad reached around and pinched both nipples hard, the resulting pain taking Christine's breath away. She paused only for a moment, staggering back, then returning with renewed energy. Her tits jerked from side to side while her naked thighs shivered, from her movements. How she hated them! Dear God, how she wanted to consign them to the deepest pits of hell as she struck out at the elder Rudd brother.

"Dumb slut!" Brad cried, fending off Christine's attack.

Through her splashing hair, Christine saw his right arm cock back. She knew what he was going to do but somehow didn't mind. It all didn't matter. She had to fight back, strike back for her honor, for her daughter's honor. Grabbing onto his black hair, Christine pulled and tugged, hearing the young man cry out in pain. Good, she was giving him a dose of his own medicine. She found herself laughing almost hysterically, hanging on, tugging and kicking and clawing as Brad sought to knock her away.

His fist found its way just under the last rib, plowing into the soft spot of her lower belly. Lights flashed and buzzers went off in her head as that big dirty fist bruised her stomach. The force of that terrible blow sent Christine reeling back, stumbling over her own two feet and tumbling back onto the rag pile. Shaking the stupor from her head, Christine scrambled weakly to her feet once more, pitching herself at the elder Rudd. She was still screaming, still wanting to rip their faces off for what they had done to her and her daughter.

"Knock the bitch out," Brad said, knocking the hair from his eyes.

"Dumb move, baby, dumb."

Another fisted blow, this time to her chin. Christine let out another sharp cry as her head snapped back, bright stars exploding behind her eyes. Christine cried out, feeling her knees bending, feeling them touching the cold cracked concrete of the basement floor. Again the woman tried getting up. But her strength was gone. Her belly ached, it was becoming difficult to breathe, and her mind was whirling around and around. A set of hands grabbed her shoulders, pushing her back.

"Oooofffff!" Christine cried, feeling the back of her head striking the floor.

Someone was on top of her – Brad. He was kneeling on her chest, exerting so much pressure that Christine was certain he would break her sternum. Her hands fluttered weakly to his legs, then dropped to her sides. Breathing was becoming impossible! Her breath rattled in her throat.

"Uhhhhhhh…" she moaned.

Christine groaned again, staring up wild-eyed at her tormentor. They were going to kill her! Christine was sure of it. And then Anna would be orphaned, left alone to men like this. Again she struggled, then fell back to the floor, her breath coming out in a long, shuddering gasp. The room blackened around her.

When she came to, blinking her eyes, staring around her, Christine could see they had moved her. They had roped her up again, her arms stretched high over her head and spread apart, the wrists attached to the legs of the buzzing water heater some four feet behind her head. Her asscheeks were pillowed out against the cold floor. Her ankles, meanwhile, had been bound together, several hammers attached to them to keep her in place.

"Uhhhhh…" she moaned weakly.

Something was going on to her right. There were sounds of a scuffle. The Rudd brothers having at it over her body to see who was going to be the next to fuck her? No. There was someone else there, a third person fighting them. A woman. No, no, a young girl! Oh dear God, it was her daughter, Anna!

"No, no, leave her alone!" Christine shouted desperately, turning half around, trying to jerk her hands free of the rope binding them to the water heater.

"Leave me alone! Stop it!" Anna shouted.

Anna was struggling between the two men, her halter having been torn off before, her big its slapping together while her blonde hair splashed across her face. She was crying, her legs slipping around the still-wet and slippery floor while Ed was trying to pin her arms behind her.

He would manage to get one arm down against the small of her back only to lose it as she twisted her wrists around and tried beating her fists against Brad in front of her.

"Come on, baby, come on, look at your old lady. Man, she's been havin' one hell of a trip with us. Both of us fucked around with her. And now… man, we thought we'd take on both of you at the same time. Two cunts, gettin' fucked at once – mother and daughter act. Ain't seen somethin' like that since we went down to T.J. back in July," Ed said, twisting her right wrist around savagely.

"Eaaagygyghhhhh…" Anna screamed.

Anna's face blanched, her body bending at the waist as the young blond stud twisted her wrist halfway around. The pain shot up her arm, making the girl bend both knees and nearly fall to the floor. Her forehead brushed against Brad's crotch while Ed reached around and finally trapped the other wrist.

"Good, real good," he gasped, straightening the young girl.

"Oh my God, leave her alone!" Christine wailed, tears blurring her eyes.

"Don't worry about that, baby. We got somethin' here that's gonna be real nice for the two of you. A real duo, dynamic style – like Batman and Robin," Brad said, chucking the terrified blonde teen under the chin, then moving away toward Christine.

"You know, your mother's a real hot number – like, you," Ed taunted, twisting her wrists a little more when the girl struggled against him. Anna's face showed the terrible pain shooting through her wrists and arms.

"Yeah, she couldn't get enough dickmeat, man. And when we was workin' her over – sheeeit, she was just like you, wantin' more pain, more hurt before we stuck somethin' good and hot and heavy into her. You're both alike, you two," Brad said, bending over and rubbing the backs of his fingers up and down the undersides of Christine's stretched-back arms.

"You'll pay for this," the older woman hissed through her teeth.

It was awful! Shame and horror and compassion were rolled up into one in Christine as she flicked back her eyes and saw her daughter struggling half-naked against this horrible man. They would show Christine and Anna no mercy. Of that she was certain.

"We worked somethin' up here for you two," Ed said, pressing one knee up against the small of Anna's back and shoving her forward.

"Ooofofoff!"

"Yeah, somethin' the Germans had during the Concentration Camp period. We was readin' about it in 'Soldier of Fortune'. Thought we'd try it out," Brad added, reaching down and unfastening the ropes around Christine's ankles.

The older blonde woman moaned as she rubbed her sore, chafed ankles together. She had been roped so often, so many times today! And now there would be at least one more time, this time with her daughter as a witness. If only she could die right now before having to expose her shame in front of Anna!

"Over here."

Brad took Christine up from the floor, holding her tightly after having untied her wrists from the ropes affixing her to the water heater. To make sure she wouldn't bolt, he had slipped a double figure eight around both wrists, leaving her bound arms to hang in front. With a false sense of modesty, Christine covered her naked pussy with her fingers.

"What… what is this?"

Christine heard her daughter's voice in front of her. Anna was some ten feet ahead. Both of them were being lead to a part of the basement she hadn't seen before.

"My mom thinks we're makin' furniture or something – you know, to sell at the swap meet. She ain't seen the rest of the shit," Ed said, shoving Anna forward.

Christine saw her daughter stumble forward, tight herself, then fall to the floor. She lurched forward instinctively to help her, but Brad pulled her back.

"And my old man's so fuckin' drunk half the time he don't come down here no more. I think he's scared to," Brad added, a smirk crossing his lips.

"Come on, baby, come on and strip. We've gotta get this fuckin' show on the road. You wanna show your old lady just how much you can take, right?" Ed snarled, bending down and curling his fingers into Anna's long blonde flowing hair.

"Yagghghhh!" Anna yelled.

"Oh, oh, let her go!" Christine shouted, again trying to break free.

Ed was twisting her daughter up from the floor by the hair, jerking her to the right, then to the left, enjoying the pinched, painful expression on her face.

"Noooooo!" Anna protested.

"Shaddup!"

There was the sound of a slap, a wail, then silence. Anna sobbed quietly, undressing meekly under their stares while her mother watched from behind. Now Christine could see what was going on.

There were two high-backed wooden chairs, oak probably, facing one another in the far corner of the basement. From the first they had reminded her of the kind of chairs used to electrocute convicted murderers. That impression was confirmed when she noticed several wires leading from the armrests and leg areas of either chair.

"It took us a while to figure out this thing… cross circuits and all that shit. But we kept thinkin' about a couple of broads who'd like havin' this kinda thing around… kept thinkin' about cunts like you sittin' down there and gettin' a real hot seat before gettin' fucked. Man," Brad said, letting out a long, low whistle while rubbing his fingers again over his prick, "that was enough to keep us goin'. When we're through with you two we're gonna see if we can market this damned thing – you know, down in West Hollywood at the Pleasure Chest or somethin'. There's lots of folks out there'd dig havin' this in their place."

"What are you going to do with us," Christine asked as evenly as possible.

Again the blood began rushing through her veins as she surveyed the two wired chairs. An idea began to rise, one that took her breath away as she looked at the black wires dangling from the wooden chairs.

"Have a seat, baby."

Brad escorted Christine to the chair to the right, setting her down and telling her to put her hands flat on the armrests. Ed was still struggling with Anna, tearing off her white silken panties, then slapping her several times to calm her down. Finally the girl gave in, sobbing, her head lowered, the blonde hair curtaining her face and hiding the tears rolling down her cheeks. Christine bit her lip, wishing she could say something to her daughter as Ed shoved the girl into the chair.

"Why couldn't you just let us go?" Christine asked as Brad moved behind her, threatening her with the rope he had unfastened from her wrists.

"Just shut up and enjoy it, baby."

There were leather straps around the legs of the chair and the armrests. Just like in the prisons Christine through to herself as she felt Brad binding her tightly to the chair. Ed was doing the same thing to her daughter Anna. In a moment both women were strapped into position, their arms and legs pinned to the wood. Christine shifted her ass against the cool smooth polished oak, the feeling not too unpleasant as she sat there, waiting for the inevitable.

"Now for some of the fun." Brad said.

Brad disappeared behind Christine's chair. She could hear the soft brushing sound of wire against wire. And then he came back around, holding several wires on whose ends were attached small clamps. Without saying another word, he began attaching them to her body. Two were attached to her nipples, the sharp cold teeth of the tiny pincers making Christine gasp.

"Oh, Mama, no, no!" Anna cried.

Anna saw what was happening and struggled in her chair, her wrists and ankles twisting in the leather restraints. Her head snapped back as Ed came around and attached two small silver pincers to her nipples, laughing at the girl's startled expression.

"No, oh noooo!" Anna cried again.

"Let her go… ughhhh…" Christine gasped.

There was another clamp, this one attached to both cuntlips near her clit followed by a second just below. The little teeth were doing strange things to her. In spite of herself, Christine felt that awful itchy heat starting up in her pussy. It was happening all over – the abuse, the pain, the arousal! Had she no limits, no shame?

"Nooooo!" Anna yelled.

Anna kicked and screamed, her head hitting the back of the oak chair while Ed attached the pincers to her young pussy.

"And now for the final one."

Moving between Christine's legs, spreading her asscheeks apart with one hand, Brad shoved a wire up into her asshole, pushing the horrible snaky thing in as far as he could get it.

"Nooooo!" Christine screamed at the intrusion.

It was her daughter Anna again, screaming and sobbing as the same thing was done to her. Wired, totally! And now Brad was moving a small black box up to her. What new horrors awaited her and her daughter?