Her mother in bondage

CHAPTER NINE

But Brad had stamina. When it seemed as if he was about to shoot, he backed off, not moving an inch while trying to catch his breath. Then she could feel his dick jerking in her asshole. The thought that he was so close, so close to shooting off in her shitter, drove Rhoda wild.

She clenched her ass muscles, prancing her ass around in the air frantically, feeling that hard lump of cockmeat throbbing against her shitter. At times, Rhoda could also feel his balls – big, hairy, leathery, resting against her buttocks. They were packed with jizz-hot, white, thick cum she felt she needed in her pussy. Oh, why, why didn't he pull his dick out of her shit-chute and shove it up her cunt?

"Huhhhrrr!"

Brad paused another time. He breathed heavily, his massive chest rising and falling irregularly. The big man didn't want to shoot off all at once. He hadn't had a woman like Rhoda for a long, long time. He couldn't believe this ordinary woman was carrying on like a first-class slut! He loved the way her sweaty ass moved, the way her shitter actually clutched at his prick. And when he moved his fingers around her cunt, he enjoyed feeling those tiny muscles cramping and closing down on him. Yes, he hadn't had anything quite like this woman for a long time, and he wasn't going to spoil the scene by popping off too soon.

Rhoda squealed, feeling her pussy going into spasms of need. Brad, she knew, was toying with her, purposely leading her up to the brink of orgasm, then backing down. She felt the hot skin of his cock massage the sensitive nerves of her ass.

"Ohhhhhh my God!" she screamed.

"Move it, you fuckin' cunt. Move that ass, oh shit, yeah, you fuckin' bitch-whore! Christ, is your daughter like you?"

"I don't… know, don't… know," Rhoda repeated over and over.

"Ohhhhhh!" Brad sighed, holding back his cum.

The sliding of his cock as it moved deeper in her guts sent more shivery thrills through her ass. Rhoda loved feeling her guts being filled with the big man's load of iron-hard dick. She couldn't last much longer. Brad was toying with her clit too sensuously.

"Yeah, baby, yeah!"

He was moving his cock back and forth, faster and faster. She knew what this meant. He was growing tired of the foreplay, wanting to get off. The tempo of his ass-ripping fuck-strokes increased. Rhoda squeezed her asshole tight around him, trying to draw more sensuous tingles across her nerves. She didn't care how much it hurt her now. She didn't care how her shitter stretched with the fucking she was receiving. She just wanted his cock to drive into her until the spinning ball of heat in her shitter exploded, relieving her of the pain and achey itch that seemed to be coming from all parts of her body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Brad cried with each downward thrust.

Rhoda couldn't talk any more. Her pussy was fluttering out of control. Juice squirted out of her hole, spraying onto her thighs, dribbling down and staining the coverlet. It was going to be soon, oh so soon, when she'd have relief from…

"Baby, uhhhhhahhhhhh!"

Brad threw himself over her, holding tightly onto her tits and belly as if he were afraid of crashing against the ceiling. He was shaking and jerking, his dick throbbing wildly in her asshole. She screamed, feeling a firestorm raging in her ass. He was cumming, shooting his jizz into her hole!

"Noooooo!" Rhoda answered with a wail.

She convulsed, her body swaying violently from side to side. At times she thought she was going to slide off the bed. Even the strong nylon bonds couldn't keep the two of them steady as their mutual cum exploded like a nuclear detonation. "Ughhh!"

Her tits were mashed against his hands. Her forehead banged against the headboard. All Rhoda felt that moment was the cum-shooting pole in her ass and the earth-shaking power of her own climax.

"Move it, bitch! Move it!"

The lightning-like jolts of heat in her cunt seemed to amplify the spasming feelings in her ass. Rhoda's mind whirled around. Every motion of Brad's dick heightened the wrenching torture racking her cunt and shitter.

He started pulling back from her several minutes later.

"No!" Rhoda cried.

She wanted his cock to stay in her ass until the whole incredible process of her climax was finished. Rhoda heard him chuckling, then she felt his softening dick sliding back into her ass. He held her tightly, working his thighs back and forth, his balls rubbing against her ass while she finished with her orgasm.

Rhoda kept on weeping. For a while her orgasm had been interrupted, sending top many hot signals up her spine. The woman fought to keep his dick up her asshole. The feeling was so different, so very different from anything she'd ever felt before.

"Work it out, baby! Work it on out!" Brad whispered, biting her ear, loving it when she went crazy under his big body.

Rhoda felt her asshole still fluttering. She jerked and twisted, feeling the last of those wonderful asshole and cunt spasms pass through her body. Oh, she was so wet, so exhausted! It was as if every ounce of her strength had evaporated with her sweat and pussy juice. Her arms buckled slowly and she fell on the bed.

"Nice, real nice," Brad said, reaching forward and untying the nylons that held her wrists bound to the headboard.

Rhoda was horrified. Oh, what had she done? She remembered vaguely how she had pranced her ass in the air for his dick, how she loved the way he pinched her nipples, touched her clit, stuck fingers up her pussy! She'd acted without morals, without a sense of shame, of guilt. If she could, she would have thrown herself out the window. Rut Brad was there, determined to have his way with her. And besides, there was Marcie!

"We gotta get goin', baby. I didn't wanna have to kill the mutt when he comes to, know what I mean?" Brad said.

Rhoda rubbed her sore tits. She rolled over on the bed and looked up. The big man. He was handsome in a brutal way. He had already slipped his cock back into his trousers.

"Come on, baby," he said impatiently.

Rhoda forced herself up from the bed, feeling his cum still oozing from her shitter. Stumbling around in the bedroom, the woman felt such an empty feeling in both her asshole and cunt. She shook as if she were having a fit. This was only the start, the beginning of some horrible ordeal that both she and her daughter would have to endure. Glancing nervously at Brad as she dressed, Rhoda wondered if Marcie were faring any better than she was at this moment.

What was this? What awful thing had they constructed to torture her? The smell of freshly-cut yellow pine made her nostrils flare. Marcie was afraid to yell, afraid to call for help. She thought that the slightest sound would bring on untold harm to her.

Slowly she moved her arms up. She didn't have too much movement. The coffin was so dark, so terribly confining. When the kidnapper had dragged her to it and shoved her inside, the girl couldn't believe he was doing this. It was something straight out of the horror flicks.

She moaned softly, her eyes widening with terror. It was so dark.

Jack had shown her all sorts of devices he and his brother had obviously been making or gathering for some time. This had been a well-planned plot, something the two brothers had been working on for some time. It wouldn't be easy trying to talk either of them out of carrying out their revenge plot. After he'd raped her, Jack mentioned her mother's name, told Marcie that he'd be fucking her too. Oh God, would this never end?

"Enjoyin' yourself?"

Marcie was trapped in that confining space, standing straight with less than six inches of room on either side of her. The front of the wood case crushed her tits and the back of the coffin-like contraption pushed her ass. It was so confined. It was so warm.

"I can't hear you?"

His mocking voice wanted to make her cry. It had been ten, maybe fifteen minutes since he had shoved her inside his makeshift coffin. Marcie's scalp still crinkled with fear. It was like being buried alive! Fear gripped her. Was that part of their game? Were they going to plant her in the ground like a corpse? The thought made the teenager wail softly to herself.

"Yeah, I thought you'd dig it," Jack said, chuckling softly.

A faint scraping sound brought her out of her daze. Something was touching the coffin, scraping over the wood.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asked in a nervous whisper.

No answer.

"What are you going to do?" she asked in a firmer voice.

Marcie curled her fingers, digging the nails against her bare thighs. She thought she was going to go mad, shriek like a crazy woman if she didn't hear some kind of response.

The response she got was something she hadn't bargained for. She was dimly aware of a trickle of air coming through needle-thin holes all around her. She could barely make out dots of light coming through them. Then, before she could figure out what possibly might be happening, something scraped the wood in front of her.

Marcie saw what appeared to be a long, narrow sharp object. It was a needle! When the sharp tip touched her throat, she coughed and gagged, drawing back as far as she could.

The needle stopped, then drew back. Marcie let out a long sigh.

"Don't. Oh God, don't hurt me like this!" she screamed.

Marcie threw her body from side to side, trying wildly to break open this box of torture. He was going to stab her to death with those awful things!

"Nooo!"

Another needle came through the lower section of holes, followed by a third, both aiming at her tits. Marcie shrieked, hearing the steady advance of the needles. Then there was the pin-prick feeling of those sharp instruments. In the moment, before the needles struck, the girl flattened her shoulders against the wood. Whimpering, Marcie tried drawing her hands protectively to her tits. But there was no room, no room to protect herself!

The terrified girl gasped as her nipples hardened against the cold sharpness of those tiny knives. Marcie sobbed and tried to sink to her knees. But her knees touched the case as she tried bending them, preventing her from sinking anywhere. Hopeless, helpless, the girl prayed.

"Ohhhh!"

The needles drew back, then advanced again, nearly puncturing her tits. She waited for him, to make a wrong move, to shove the needles in so hard that they pierced her flesh. Then maybe he could have a good time listening to her scream, watching her bleed to death!

"Wawwhhhh!"

The girl beat the sides of the case as the needles slowly advanced. They dug deeper into her now, their steady probing making her sweat run and her cuntal nerves tingle strangely. It was happening all over again. She was becoming aroused to the pain, responding to the agony brought on by those sharp instruments.

The searing agony made her body tremble. She was on the brink of losing consciousness. Bawling in pain, Marcie also panted with excitement. Another needle had slipped through a tiny hole and touched her pussy. She sucked in a deep breath, slamming her ass against the back of the mummy case. The needle advanced, now touching her clit. The sensation of cold steel against her moist clit made her shudder. Juice flowed from her hole, wetting down her thighs.

"Stop… ughhhh… stop it!"

Nothing could stop the rush of pleasurable sensations tumbling over her mind and body now. She couldn't believe anything like this could be so overpoweringly wonderful!