Her mother in bondage

CHAPTER TWELVE

Marcie shook her head from side to side again, not understanding what was happening.

"Piss, honey! I got a load of hot piss just waitin' to come down on your fuckin' face."

She looked up at him open-mouthed. Piss! He was going to pee on her? Before she could muster her thoughts together, he was positioning himself, his legs apart, his cock pointed at her face.

Marcie breathed harder, her tits rising and falling. She saw his balls were indeed tight, pressed hard against his cockroot. It was the growing excitement, she was sure, of what was about to happen that drew those nuts up.

"Open your mouth!"

"No!" she said evenly, pursing her lips together. "Open up or I'll kick it open!" he threatened, raising one foot.

Marcie remembered how the blows hurt her ass and belly. She could well imagine her teeth spraying from her mouth as kick after kick rearranged her lovely face. No, nothing was worth possible mutilation. Reluctantly, feeling the bile rise once more in her belly, the young teenager opened her mouth.

"That's right, baby, open your fuckin' mouth. You're gonna get one hot mouthful of piss in a sec," he said, straightening his legs a little more and bending forward.

Marcie shut her eyes and took deep breaths. She couldn't believe someone could be this foul. Jack's only purpose in life, it seemed, was to bring constant pain and humiliation to anyone who crossed his path the wrong way.

With each breath she took, Marcie felt her tits rise. They were so sore from the constant arousal she'd been experiencing. And her clit… sore, aching from the fucking it had just received. She tugged at the ropes, feeling some sensation in her fingers and hands. Well, at least the ropes hadn't cut the circulation in her wrists.

"Tilt your head up, baby! Tilt it up and get ready for it!"

Marcie kept her eyes shut tightly, tilting her head back. She instinctively pulled away, wishing she could draw her hands protectively over her face just as the piss started.

It came slowly, warm oily droplets splashing against her thighs and belly. The in a moment it had turned into a hard, hot spray of urine, staining her flesh, making her wince in disgust as the pungent, murky odor of piss filled her nose.

Jack grunted with satisfaction, directing the stream slowly along her lips, then moving up to her eyes.

"Ughhhh!"

Marcie felt like vomiting. A pulse leaped in her throat. The stink spread, making her feel sicker with each passing second. She wanted to draw back. But the board holding her arms apart held her back. She was held prisoner by this awful man.

"Yeah, yeah."

Jack moved a little closer. He slapped her across the face. Marcie let out a yelp, that was all he needed. He moved back fast, moving the piss stream to the left and filling her mouth with the foul liquid!

"Unnghhhh…"

Marcie opened up her eyes and looked up, staring back at the big man. His eyes were half closed in ecstasy. She could see his dilated pupils dancing with pleasure while his piss spattered all over her throat and face.

"Dig it, honey? Like havin' me piss all over you?"

Exhausted, beaten, she felt heat spreading through her crotch again. The flame washed up her belly, licking at her nipples, then spread back down to her clit. Just as he went dry, Marcie felt her clit stiffen. Marcie threw her head back, her hair dancing along her shoulders, her eyes squinting.

"Huhhhrrr!"

"The wilder it is the better, right?" Jack said, raising one foot.

He kicked her. Through a red fog she saw him laughing at her. She squealed, whipping her hips back and forth. The board scraped noisily along the floor.

"Want more? More fuckin' piss, more to make you smell good?"

"No, no, get away from me!" she sobbed, shaking her head violently from side to side to get the foul liquid off her face.

Jack shoved his cock back into his trousers, kicking his feet several times into the yellow pools that had formed around her feet. Droplets of piss splashed into her face.

"Dirty fuckin' broad, dirty little cunt," he snarled, slapping her hard, then backhanding her. The big man repeated this again and again until Marcie was begging him to stop, screaming down the walls.

She was close to unconsciousness when he stopped, catching his breath.

"Ohhhh God, God…"

He stood stiffly in front of her, putting his hands on his hips and regaining control of himself. Turning around, Jack disappeared from the room, coming back with two more pieces of rope. He worked quickly and silently, binding her ankles now to the two-by-four. She sat in that odd jack-knifed position, her hair curtaining her face. Oh, if only she could sleep!

"You'll stay there for a while," he said, checking the knots, then slipping from the room.

He was gone! Even in her twisted position, Marcie was grateful that he was gone. She slumped forward, her head nearly touching her knees. In that awkward position she fell asleep, her mind not daring to think of what further horrors awaited her.

"Have any trouble with the old lady?" Marcie awoke with a start. She heard Jack's muffled voice. Her mother was here! The young teenager tried to scramble to her feet. The damned board! And now both her wrists and ankles were fastened to it! The bruises and the marks on her body told the story. She felt shame and guilt rush through her like a raging river. Tears of humiliation burned her eyes. How could she face her mother in this condition?

"Naw, she was a good bitch. I had to knock 'er around a little. I got a bonus in the car. He's still knocked out. Gave him another dose of chloroform."

Then Marcie couldn't make out what they were saying until they broke out into wild laughter.

It was Jack's voice. He shouted and laughed. What were they talking about? Was her mother there? Marcie felt her heart beating wildly. What had they done to her? Had she suffered similar pain and sexual humiliation? The more she thought about it, the more she was certain her mother had. Marcie cringed when she heard footsteps approach the door. It creaked open. A man stood there, someone who looked like Jack but who was a little larger across the chest and shoulders.

"Wh-who are you?"

He said nothing, standing there and examining the girl and her bonds. Brad rocked slowly back and forth on his heels, his black eyes glittering with evil excitement. Raising one hand, he scratched his unkempt beard and smiled.

"You done real good, brother. She's tied up like a fuckin' hog. Come on, let's have a little fun with them now."

Marcie watched, her flesh chilling as he walked up to her and grabbed her around the waist. "Come on, bitch, up! UP!"

He hauled her up until she was back in that grotesque bent-over position, her ass riding high in the air. She tugged at the ropes automatically as she felt her balance fail her more than once.

"Walk!"

"I…"

"I said move it, bitch!"

Glancing up, she caught the shadow of Brad's left hand rising high in the air, then it sliced through the air in a broad arc. She knew what was going to happen. Closing her eyes, she sucked in a deep breath and tensed. The whacking sound was followed by a rush of hot, painful sensations. She stumbled forward, moving her leg a few inches and nearly teetering over. Her asscheeks reddened and jiggled from the force of that slapping blow.

"Now the other foot."

She moved like a robot. First one foot, then the other, her tits swinging and jiggling as the board cut cruelly into her ankles and wrists. Sweat beaded her forehead as the effort of walking in that doubled-over position with hands and feet bound tired her.

"Though the door."

Marcie glanced up. The doorway couldn't possibly accommodate both her and the board. She kept on walking, turning slightly to one side. The board hit the molding. Marcie backed away and turned a little more, seeing if she could somehow edge sideways through the opening.

Brad watched, his thick lips turning up into a grin. "Try a little harder," he said, reaching down and pinching one fat nipple.

Marcie yelped and started back, nearly falling on her ass. In the next room she heard her mother cry out.

"Oh Marcie, Marcie! What've they done to you?" Rhoda wailed.

"Mom! I…"

"Shaddup!" Brad shouted, slapping her twice across her plump asscheeks. Her firm round cheeks shivered under the blows as Marcie bit her lip and tried to remain silent.

"Okay, baby, you're in the right position for it," Brad said, pushing Marcie through the doorway.

"Oh God!"

Rhoda covered her face with both hands, a torn dress covering her body. She couldn't believe what she was seeing… her daughter, her lovely, innocent daughter stooped over in that horrible position! Marcie was dirty and bruised. Her daughter had obviously been beaten and probably raped several times. Now she was bent over like a crawfish, her ankles and wrists bound together to a board. Rhoda groaned softly, wishing there were some way she could erase the past few hours.

"See there, baby, see?" Brad grabbed a handful of Marcie's hair.

Marcie screamed, her eyelids fluttering as she glanced in the direction Brad indicated. Her mother was standing some ten feet in front of her, her face drained white with horror as she stared in disbelief at her tortured daughter. Marcie felt such shame she could have died!

"Bet you don't know what I caught your old lady doin', do you?" Brad asked, his eyes twinkling with evil merriment.