Her mother in bondage

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"You're gonna see you don't fuck around with men, real men, understand?" Brad said, reaching up and gripping Rhoda's hands. It was awful, just like being in some kind of Nazi concentration camp.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reported the incident," Rhoda wailed.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have done nothin'. But it's too late now," Jack said.

Rhoda watched helplessly as her daughter flashed her questioning looks.

"Like mother, like daughter, eh?" Brad said, slipping one hand down around Rhoda's ass and pinching her asscheek.

"You leave me alone!" Rhoda said, slapping his offending hand.

"Bitch! You ain't got no choice!" he said, grabbing her hand and twisting it until she cried out in pain.

"Let go, let go!" she cried in a hoarse whisper. He was going to break her wrist with that twisting motion. Her knees trembled, then bent. She turned and begged again for him to let go. Her hair hung in front of her eyes. Her face reddened. The woman swore she heard something popping in her wrists.

Brad pulled Rhoda's hair, silencing the woman with a violent tug. She groaned, then forced herself to remain quiet as her daughter's degradation continued.

Marcie didn't care about anything any longer. The thoughts of her home, of her mother, of her friends, disappeared from her mind. She could have died in ecstasy doing this and it wouldn't matter. The caressing light touch of Rex's tongue was the loveliest thing she'd felt. Fucking. Yes, she needed fucking!

"Fuck! Fuck!"

The girl kept repeating that wonderful, horrible word, prancing her ass around shamelessly.

In a moment the two men returned, dragging her out to see yet another horror – her daughter hanging by her wrists from the ceiling, her naked body twisting slowly, slowly.

"You go up too," Jack said.

They looped ropes around her wrists, then bound them tightly together as they had with her daughter. Then they tied Rhoda to a longer rope that looped over the single beam supporting the cabin's ceiling. Mother and daughter soon hung like sides of beef from the beam facing each other.

Marcie seemed unconscious at first. Rhoda felt the terrible pulling in her shoulders that sent shocks of pain radiating through her arms and belly. But still she wanted to know if her daughter was all right. She whispered her name. But the blonde teen remained lifeless, twisting on the ropes obscenely.

"A little belting will take care of any fuckin' ideas you got about actin' so prissy-assed later on," Jack said, reaching down and unbuckling his belt. He slid the leather through his pant loops, looking up at Rhoda. "I'm gonna strip those fuckin' clothes off you, bitch, with this," he said, looping the belt and tapping it against his thighs.

He circled her, beating the belt in a steady rhythm against his legs. She watched him, her eyelids crinkling, her heart pounding. Rhoda knew she was the prime target, the reason for all this happening.

Suddenly he was in front of her, his fist flying forward. "Ughhhhhhh!"

Rhoda doubled up, her knees jerking almost up to her tits. Jack had swung his doubled fist into her lower belly with all his strength. The blow slammed into the muscles of her stomach, bruising her body severely. Rhoda gagged, the dull pain seeming to wrench her guts inside out.

"That's real good, baby, real good," he whispered, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"How about the bitch over there? Man, she's no good for nothin'… just apiece of meat," Brad called out, poking at Marcie's belly and making a face as if he'd just stuck his hand into a pile of shit.

"Sure, take care of her," Jack said, shrugging his shoulders, then going back to Rhoda.

Rhoda saw Brad licking her daughter's ass, then stepping back and slapping her thighs, her ass, her belly. Marcie awoke quickly from her stupor. Her legs jerked about grotesquely, her mouth opening and letting out a series of strange yelps and screams as Brad kept on working her over with his fists and mouth.

"Both of you ain't gonna forget us for a long, long time," Jack hissed.

Now Rhoda pulled herself up on the rope, trying to figure out how she could protect herself from further blows. She stared down at the big man, her mouth wide, gasping for air. She grunted like a frightened animal, panic showing in her face.

Jack stood back, rocking from his heels to the balls of his feet, pleased with the trussed-up woman.

"You pig!" Rhoda snarled, not caring any longer what he did to her.

Jack shook his head slowly from side to side, his smile curling into an ironic grin.

"Baby, you're real stupid, know that? You ain't never gonna learn how you can get outta here, can you? Well, I'm gonna give you some lessons."

Rhoda shook her head, feeling nothing but loathing for the men doing this terrible thing. The rope on her wrists was starting to cut into the flesh. All her weight was suspended on that line. She groaned, wishing she could kick his balls, cause him the pain he forced on her and her daughter.

"I'll learn. I'll learn," she said, changing her time quickly when she saw Jack bringing the strap up to within striking range. Her tolerance to pain was extremely low. She didn't want to feel the kiss of that belt, to feel the black leather cutting into her soft, white flesh.

"Sure you will. And this is gonna be the teacher," he said, snapping his arm back.

Rhoda tensed as Jack lashed her belly. She screamed, her body jerking backward, then swing jug forward like a pendulum. As she wailed, he drew his hand back again, slashing the belt across her chin bone.

The force of that blow snapped her head back. Rhoda choked down a screw. Some cool air on her cheek and a slow, heavy trickle down her face told the woman that he'd scarred her. So that was how she was going to remember them! Whenever she peered into the mirror, that scar would always be there mocking her, telling her of how she and her daughter had been humiliated and loved it, it would be their real penance, their real torture for life.

Jack stared up at her for a minute, rubbing his cock. Then he let the belt unfold, stepping back and using it as a whip.

"Stupid… stupid… cunt… tellin' me… what… to… do!"

With every word he brought down the lash, ripping pieces of clothing from her body. He was stripping her, bruising her flesh at the same time. Soon her ragged dress was nothing but a memory, lying in ripped pieces at her feet. She was stripped cleaned, her naked body vulnerable to the big man.

"Yeah, yeah, just like the little bitch over there!"

Rhoda peered over at her daughter. Brad was behind her, sticking his fingers in her asshole, telling the shrieking girl he was going to fist-fuck her. Marcie's face was contorted, her mouth twisted open. Screams shot from her throat. Her face was bright red. Her legs jerked out. Something was going on behind her, going on in her ass. Brad was going to fist-fuck her, ruin her shitter for life.

"You got your own problems here, bitch," Jack said, bringing the belt down hard on Rhoda's tits.

Rhoda screamed, her head jerking backward as the belt slashed across her left nipple. The pain from that blow was only the first agony for the attractive blonde. After her scream, after the involuntary spasm that made her legs draw up toward her belly, the pain throbbed on and on. She ground her teeth, hating Jack and Brad bitterly. Rhoda wanted to swing close enough to kick his balls. She screwed her face into a mask of twisted pain, slowly regaining control of her thoughts.

"Beg, baby! Beg to kiss my cock, to suck my ass, to eat my shit!" Jack snarled.

Rhoda spat in his face.

Jack's face darkened. He lashed the end of the belt across the woman's face.

"Bitch! Cunt!"

He lashed out again and again, finally peeling a narrow strip of flesh from just under her right tit.

"Aiyeeeeeee!"

Rhoda screamed as loudly as her daughter in front of her. They were going to flay her alive, strip the flesh from her bones inch by inch! That thought froze her mind. No, no, she couldn't let that happen. Doing anything, anything had to be better than dying like that!

"Whore!"

Rhoda writhed with the agony of her cuts. She felt the warm stickiness of her blood trickling down her ribs, collecting in a pool in her navel, Jack stared at her, licking his lips. He knew she was beaten, knew she was close to the breaking point.

Her daughter had reached that long ago, having become nothing but a screaming maniac dangling on the ropes. But Rhoda wasn't his prize. He wanted to bring this proud woman to heel, make her recognize him as superior, make her repent of her rash act some months ago.

Laughing at her, he reached out and grabbed at the woman's cunt, twisting the hairs and her cuntlips in his fist. The pulling, tearing sensation shot through her like a rusty knife. Rhoda brought her knee up, then dropped it again. She was sobbing, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.

"Beg for my dick, bitch!"

He lashed the belt across her face, her lips, the tops of her jiggling tits. Rhoda struggled, curling her fingers around the rope with difficulty and half climbing up, only to fall back down again. Rhoda felt her fingers growing numb. She screamed down at him, dragging out foul words she couldn't remember having used for years. The power of her tortured cries bounced off the walls, mixing with those of her violated daughter.

Jack kept beating at her, grabbing more of her cunt and snatching the wiry hairs. Jack growled, his obscene words lost in the horrible rage of his sexual fury.

No, no, she couldn't go on this way. It had to stop. Her pride had to give way to him.

"Please, stop it. I want to eat your shit. I want to… to suck your cock. Please…"

Immediately, the beating ceased. Rhoda sagged in the ropes, her toes barely touching the floor. The blood still oozed from the wound he'd given her with the belt.

"Say it again," Jack said, his voice trembling with victory.

"I… I'll do anything you want. I'll eat your shit. I'll…" She couldn't go on any further. She knew he'd won, knew she was beaten. They'd had their fun. They'd brought her to her knees. Now they could let them go.

"I oughtta make you do it. But…" Jack smiled, dropping the belt. "Hey, Brad, come on. Let's let these cunts go. I think we're both gonna be workin' in the hospital, maybe even get a raise, right, baby?"

He reached up and grabbed Rhoda's hair, yanking down hard. Rhoda let out a grunting yes, her eyelids fluttering with the pain in her scalp.

"Yeah, guess you're right," the brother said, pulling four fingers from the teen's shitter with a squishy pop.

"Mom, oh, Mom…" Marcie moaned as Brad lowered her to the floor. She collapsed in a heap, panting, feeling as if the world had crashed down on her. Marcie couldn't have moved by herself now if they'd set fire to the cabin.

"It's all right, honey, it's all right now," Rhoda said, having the ropes taken off her wrists and running over to her daughter.

Rhoda gathered Marcie into her arms, resting her head against her breast and closing her eyes. She'd been beaten into the dirt, forced to see a side of herself she knew nothing of before. And Marcie… well, she was certain her daughter had seen something terribly ugly as well.

"Ain't that touching. Come on, we're gonna take you back now."

Rhoda couldn't believe it was all over. Just a few hours. It had lasted only a few hours. And, yet, how changed their lives were! Never, never again would they be the same. They would have a bitter harvest from a bitter planting.

Time – wonderful time – might heal the wounds. But Jack and Brad were right. They would never, never, forget what had taken place that night in the cabin. It was indeed a painful lesson learned about her pride, a pride that was forever broken.