Mom in a harness

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Uhhhhh…" the blonde woman moaned.

Monica jerked her head from side to side as Jack threw water over her body. She had passed out from the double-edged pain of the exploding firecrackers. Blinking her eyes open, she felt the burning sensations in her cunt and asshole. And something else had happened, something besides the blast. Yes, she climaxed, had cum! As odd as it may have seemed, Monica realized she had reached orgasm just as those awful firecrackers went off! Her cunt muscles were sore from the tension, and her clit was still throbbing gently against her injured flesh.

It was also then that Monica realized she and Jack were no longer alone in the room. "Oh, my God! What have you done? Why have you done it?"

Arlette! She was there on some bicycle type of machine. Her hands had been roped to the handlebars. Cuffs of some sort were attached to her ankles and the pedals. She had been stripped naked, her smooth, white body sporting several red marks, indications of a recent beating.

"She came here on her own," Jack said, shrugging as he checked her bonds. Arlette couldn't look at her mother, keeping her face turned away. Tears came to Monica's eyes as she saw her perversion and the damage it had done. Yes, it had swept her daughter in with her!

"Let go of my daughter. She hasn't done anything to you," Monica pleaded, feeling shame at having had her weakness exposed to Arlette so dramatically.

Jack laughed, shaking his head and snorting.

"Man, lady, you ain't heard me. I said she came over here on her own. I've had her here once, and the little slut remembered where I was. Heard her creepin' around upstairs just after you passed out. Went up there and she said…" Jack interrupted himself with a laugh. "And she said she was so hot, she had to come here. And you know what else? Man, she saw us that night in your bedroom."

"What?"

"Yeah, baby, she saw us fuckin' around in your bed, and it turned her on. She came on to me, not the other way around!"

Monica was horrified. She turned toward her daughter, her breath coming in short pants. Arlette had finally found the courage to look her mother in the eye.

"Oh, God, Arlette, is that true?"

Tears stained the teen's face as she lowered her gaze in guilty admission. Monica thought she would die from shame.

"But it's no time to worry about shit like this, man. We gotta be movin' along. I told you I had a surprise for you, though I didn't figure on this little shit showin' up. With a few changes, I think you're gonna dig goin' through this."

Jack moved quickly, standing up on the chair again, then slowly lowering Monica to the floor. Detaching that chain from her cuffs, Jack held her up, pushing her toward the bicycle device that her daughter was strapped to.

"Stop this insanity… stop…" Monica felt weak, injured from the beating, the hanging, the exploding firecrackers in her cunt. But Jack was undaunted. Sliding first one leg, then the other over the bicycle, he positioned her onto a seat facing her daughter. "Just keep your feet there."

He was strapping her ankles to the pedals, her wrists still cuffed behind her back. Monica shook her head to clear it, seeing now that both she and Arlette were sitting on a kind of exercycle she had seen in the gyms. Only this one had two seats, each facing the other. Wires lead from the forward wheel of each to a small gray box some three feet away, where other wires stretched.

"This is something like a generator," Jack explained, getting up from the floor, then moving over to the box. He picked up the wires to which, as Monica and Arlette now saw, were attached small metal clamps. Jack examined two of them quickly, then attached both to Monica's outer cuntlips. The woman stiffened at once, her thighs tingling at the touch of those tiny, cold metal teeth sinking into her soft cunt flesh. Picking up two more wires, Jack attached them to Arlette with much the same reaction from the young girl. Her fingers tightened around the handlebars. "Stop this!"

"When she pedals, the current she generates is going to go into your body, baby," Jack said, picking up two more clamped wires, then attaching them to each of her nipples. Again, he repeated the same action with Arlette. Both women trembled, the wires shaking. Monica chewed on her lower lip, refusing to make a move.

Jack waited, then slapped Arlette hard across the ass. The blow startled the young teen. Her feet jerked, pushing the pedal down and turning the wheel. The resulting current of electricity shot through Monica's body. It was a warming, licking tongue into her cunt, making her clit quiver and stand up once more, while her nipples tingled. And then it was gone. The attractive blonde almost felt sorry. "Now it's your turn. Come on, baby, don't be shy. You gotta make your daughter feel real nice," Jack said, threatening her with a raised hand.

"I'm so sorry, Arlette," Monica whispered tearfully, tensing her thighs and pressing down on the pedals. Her wheel ground forward. Immediately, the girl stiffened in front of her, her spine straightening and her eyes popping open. A small gasp escaped from her lips as her nipples reddened and began stiffening under that delightful tingle. It was then Monica realized that her daughter was indeed like her.

"That's better. Now come on, start… both of you, or I'll beat the shit…"

He had to say no more. Biting down, Monica began to pedal, sending out streamer after hot streamer into her daughter's pussy and nipples. Arlette followed suit, at first pushing the pedals slowly, around and around, the grinding wheel producing electricity that shot into her mother's cunt and tits.

"Uhhhh… Mama!" the teenager groaned.

Arlette felt herself growing high over what was happening to her. The itching force of an oncoming climax was hurried by the hot tingles of electricity coursing through her body. Her mother was tearing her cunt apart with those shocks of electricity. And she didn't care. Lust was starting to boil in her, her clit stung again and again by those prickling jolts of electricity. Staring heavy-lidded at her bound mother, Arlette smiled dreamily, leaning forward and increasing the speed of her pedaling. Yes, she would give her mother the same pleasure that she felt searing her body.

"Ohhhhh!" Monica cried out, her fingers fanning out while her body trembled. There was increased electricity now! She stared at her daughter with curiosity, seeing Arlette's eyes glazing over and widen. Spit dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Her daughter was in heat, in heat over this jolting electricity. And she was pedaling faster, sending the current harder into her body. Monica shivered, her pussy and tits aching. Her temples throbbed, and she heard a ringing sound. Her nipples swelled and ballooned out against the chewing clamps, while her belly knotted and her clit nearly exploded. Jack saw pussy oil bubbling over each woman's thighs, and he shuddered, pulling out his prick and working his fingers over the fat shaft. Monica let out another cry, tensing her legs and pedaling faster.

"Oooooohhhh!" Arlette screamed, falling forward and nearly striking her chin on the handlebars.

What smashed into her cunt and tits was like a fist. The shock felt like blunted glass shards scratching her nipples and clit. Her belly recoiled from the increased electrical torment. Her bowels contracted and, for a moment, the girl was afraid she would shit on herself. Peering at her mother, the girl growled, increasing the speed at which her legs went around and around.

"Yaggghghghhhh!"

Her daughter was tormenting her, hurting her purposely, making her aroused intentionally! Monica was struck with a force that made it difficult for her to breathe! Her cunt and tits were ripped apart by fiery knives. Her bones seemed to rattle, and her head was filled with the blinding noise of a thousand screams. Her own cries were choked down by her tightening throat.

"Ohhhhhhh!" the teenager gasped.

Both women were pedaling maddeningly fast now, their legs barely visible from the speed they were at. Arlette jumped and writhed on her seat, her lips turning purple as cunt oil speckled her thighs. She felt a tearing pain inside her, while her clit threatened to explode. The whirling, grinding sound of the two wheels mixed oddly with the pants and screams of the electrified women. Looking at her mother, Arlette saw that Monica's face was a blur as her body lurched and jumped from the increased voltage.

Jack watched both women, then could take no more. Just as he had ripped the wires from Arlette's cunt and tits, the girl had started to cum, her asscheeks prancing on the seat. Jack took her like an animal, throwing her shoulders down, then holding her in place while he stabbed her pussy with his prick. The girl retched as the double torment of the electricity and this brutal fucking tore her apart. "Ohhhhhh!" Arlette cried.

She kicked and bawled, the backs of her feet slamming against his kidneys as his hips drove faster and faster. He was forcing his cock in deeper, stinging her cumming clit.

"Goddamned little bitch. Cummin' hard and fast, huh? Yeah, blow it out, blow it out," Jack panted, the itching force of her orgasm driving him out of his mind.

"Fuckin' ruttin' bitch," he growled, pulling his purple, lust-bloated prick from her pussy. He hadn't cum. Leaning forward from her half of the torture device, Monica could see he hadn't cum! "Now for you."

He took her as brutally as he had taken her daughter, tearing the black wires from her body, then throwing her to the basement floor. In a moment, she felt his cock fucking her insides, the bruising ramming of his prick tearing at her clit, driving her over the edge. Mother and daughter, fucked together in sight of one another by the same man after torturing one another! She felt herself cresting like a tremendous ocean wave, the white foam splashing over her mind. Jack shoved down, stiffened, then boiled over in her cunt. The two of them yelped and thrashed together while Arlette watched, tears streaming her face. Once again, she had been left out, just as she had the first time when she had seen Jack and her mother involved in bed.

"Ohhhhhh…" she whined.

Jack pulled his dripping cock from her cunt. Monica still felt her pussy trembling and jerking. Slowly, he dressed, smirking down at the two lifeless women. Finally, as he stood over her, Monica felt her spasms ending. She looked up at him, eyes full and tear-swollen, lips quivering. Her daughter. Oh, God, her daughter!

"Go on and get the fuck outta here… both of you. I ain't runnin' no hotel," he said, unfastening her wrist-cuffs.

With that, he strode upstairs, laughing softly to himself. Arlette drew herself closer to Monica, her face showing her confusion. Monica drew away slightly, ashamed of her embarrassment at once.

"Oh, come here, Arlette," she said, gathering her sobbing daughter into her arms. "We'll get out of here and talk. Jack won't bother us again, I promise."

"But… but that's the awful thing, Mother. I want him to… I want…" She couldn't finish the sentence because of her sobs.

"Hush. We'll talk about this at home, away from here," Monica said, petting her daughter's soft blonde hair with one hand. Yes, away from here, away from Jack. Perhaps they would have a chance if they banded together, mother and daughter against him, the savage. But did she really want to do that? How her mind raged, whirling like the Santa Ana winds blowing outside. She would have to think this over, away from here, away from Jack's savage influence.

"Mother?"

"Yes, we'll go now," Monica said, slowly and painfully gathering herself up and wondering if… and when… she would return to this horrible, wonderful cellar.