Mom in a harness

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Uhhhhhh…"

Arlette groaned through the jockstrap Jack had stuffed in her mouth and attached in a tight knot around the back of her head. The odor and taste of sweat mingled with her spittle was nearly overpowering, making the girl heave dryly, fighting down the desire to drown herself in her own vomit. Things had taken a decided turn for the worse.

Jack was truly a master of the obscene and sadistic. Having forced her to the floor and on her belly, the big stud had first gagged her, telling the trembling girl he would kick her head in if she tried working the jockstrap out. Next came the worst part of all! Two leather cuffs were attached to her wrists, small clamps on each side of the devices linked together, making it impossible for Arlette to draw her hands apart. She lay there like a beached sea animal, her tits pillowed out under her chest, her arms pulled back and fastened together at the wrists, another two-inch-wide leather strap wrapped around her arms just above the elbows to keep her quiet.

"That's not all, baby. We're gonna work this one out so you can really get the feel of gettin' roped," Jack muttered, moving behind the girl and pushing her legs up at the knees until the heels of her feet were touching her fingers. There was the sound of him fishing through that horrid bottom bureau drawer of his, with more devices, more things to frighten her.

"Uuufuufffff!" she gasped.

Another strap! This one was slipped around both ankles, fastening them together. Jack was pushing her legs back a little farther, fumbling for something around her feet, then attaching the ankle strap to her wrist cuffs!

"There you go, baby, helpless like a fuckin' newborn," Jack said as he rubbed the toe of his boot against her knees.

Arlette could well see he was telling the truth. She was belly down on the floor, her arms drawn back and linked to her ankles. Jack was panting heavily now, bending down and grabbing her by the hipbones. With one movement, he turned her over onto her ass. The strain of that position, with her feet and ankles cramping under her ass, made the young girl wince with pain. She let out another muffled groan through the jockstrap pouch jammed in her mouth. With terrified eyes, Arlette looked searchingly up at Jack, waiting with growing excitement and terror at what would surely follow.

"Now, gonna pop that fuckin' cherry. It ain't no use to you, anyways. Gets in the way of havin' all that fuckin' fun. And of Jack don't mind a little dirty work, 'specially if he's the first one inside," the big man said, getting down after having shoved his Levi's down to his ankles and freeing his prick. His cock looked even bigger than when she saw it through the bedroom doorway several days ago. And this time, he was going to fuck her, going to tear away her cherry while her arms and legs were bound together in this awkward position. How her shoulders and thighs ached from the leather straps.

"Uuufuffffff!" she whined.

He put his hands on each of her knees, spreading them apart until her cunt muff was completely exposed. She felt his fingers pressing against her thigh muscles as he leaned forward, his cockhead sliding through her wiry cunt hairs. She should be squirming in terror, crying out through her gag in horror! But soomething had happened to her that fateful night when she saw her mother with Jack, something that led inevitably to this madness. Now, as she lay there bound and gagged, her body about to be violated by this animal, Arlette waited almost with a kind of impatience.

It felt so good having his big cockhead touching her cuntlips. She felt them peeling back stickily, spreading under the gradually increasing pressure of his prick. He was shoving down, rocking his hips slightly from side to side, squeezing his hefty hunk of cockmeat into her pussy. Arlette arched her back as best she could, working her fingers against her ass, feeling her thighs muscles cramp as excitement made her heart race wildly. A pulse leaped at her throat! If only she could stop the moans coming from her tightening throat. It would be less shameful, less embarrassing! But it was impossible. She just couldn't help it. The leather restraints, the way he was working his prickmeat into her made Arlette babble and moan as she clawed her thighs and asscheeks with her fingernails.

"Man, love fuckin' virgins… nice and tight… super hot, too, 'specially the curious ones like you, ones who like to try shit out like this," Jack said, nodding at the bonds holding Arlette prisoner.

"Uhhhhfffff…" she moaned in response.

Jack slipped his fingers down, digging them again into the soft flesh of the girl's thighs. She groaned with joy as he pushed them back and out until she felt his hands covering her, cunt area. His big cockhead was working back and forth, teasing her clit, rubbing sensuously over that narrow band of flesh between her inner and outer cuntlips! Arlette closed her eyes, sparks of incredible excitement blasting into her cunt. It was good, so good! "Yeahhhhhh…"

He slapped her ass with both hands, his fingers leaving red marks on her asscheeks. It was just as it had been with her mother! Again, he whipped her with his hands, the dry smacking sound mixing with her muffled cry and his uneven, shallow breath. And all the while, his cock was squeezing into her pussy. "Uuufuufffff!" she panted.

He was shoving down, down, his prickmeat touching virgin territory. Arlette gasped and groaned, each movement of his heavy, greasy cock meat sending sharp jolts through her overheated pussy. The girl was making continual moans of delight by the time Jack's cockhead was near her cherry. When it touched that sensitive membrane, the girl's eyes rolled up, her body tensing.

"Yeah, gotta bust through, baby. Gotta tear it out," Jack said, gritting his teeth.

Arlette thought she would surely die as the aching pain between her splayed thighs grew more intense, more concentrated. It was a pinpoint now, burning into her brain as Jack shoved down harder. She felt him shuddering against her body, his breath panting against her face. Slowly, gradually the young teen felt her cherry tearing. His prickhead was making progress, penetrating her body, ripping her cherry from its anchorage.

"Take it, baby, take my big, fat cock all the way up your fuckin' cunt!"

"Oooohofoffffff!"

Tears rolled out from under Arlette's long blonde lashes as her cheeks flushed from the fucking pain. Her nostrils flared, burning with the air she sucked in with wheezing, whistling sounds. Jack was twisting his body around a little more, his spongy cockhead working around and around, digging down harder. The girl could feel more of her juices oozing out, slicking down his balls and prick.

"Arrrfhfhhfffff!" she screamed helplessly. Jolts of pain knifed into her brain, knocking the wind from her body. Arlette didn't think anything could have possibly hurt her as much as this! It was like driving a dulled spike through a wall of flesh. The blonde teen shrilled again and again through her jockstrap gag, her fingers digging into her asscheeks as Jack's cockhead ripped past her cherry and fucked down deep into her pussy. Finally, with a shuddering grunt, the big stud had every inch of his prick rammed into her hot cunt. His body ground down onto hers. He lay on her tits, his breath coming in labored gasps, sweat dripping off his chest and wetting down the groaning girl.

"Yeahhh, man, yeahhhh, that's good, real good! I can't remember the last time I fucked a virgin. But she wasn't as hot as you. And, baby, I didn't mess around with this kinda shit back then," Jack said, running his fingers over the leather strap holding her upper arms together.

Arlette struggled, her fingers touching her toes, the big muscles in her ass cramping from the horrible invasion of her pussy. She was broken, defeated as much as her mother had been that horrible night. He was all the way in her. She could feel his cock throbbing around her tight cunt sheath, beating against her body, almost taking her over. It was so weird, so strange having something like a live animal that deep inside her!

"You still wanna get fucked bad and hard, don'tcha? Yeah, you wanna get reamed out 'til you can't see straight, right?"

Arlette was ashamed of herself. Was it that obvious? In the short time that had passed since he'd torn her cherry, the girl found herself wanting him once more, wanting Jack to fuck her, drive her crazy with his prick! Arlette let out a muffled groan, one she knew he would understand.

"That's what I thought," Jack said, smirking down at the bound young girl.

He spread her legs a little wider apart, pushing his hands through her hair and tugging at the strands until he could hear her yelping through the gag.

"Gonna fuck you now, baby. Gonna give it to you good now, slut," he whispered in one ear, tugging harder at her blonde hair while slipping his prick into her hot fuckhole faster and faster. His iron-hard cock was going in like a hot branding iron through a tub of butter, burning a tight passage. His hips worked up and down, up and down, his prick a piston trenching out the moaning girl's pussy. Arlette was going crazy, jerking her body from side to side, chewing down on the gag and trying to pull her arms up from her feet. Yes, she wanted to hold him, to throw her arms around his body and draw him tightly against hers while he fucked his prick into her pussy.

"Huhhhrr! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr!" he grunted.

The leather restraints pressed more firmly into her arms and legs, the cuffs chafing her wrists cruelly as Arlette wriggled and writhed on the bedroom floor. She felt dizzy with the sexual heat scorching her brain. A dull throbbing between her legs had turred into a hard, itchy ache, that same kind of itchy ache which she had felt when she had watched Monica and Jack fucking in the bedroom. She felt the pit of her belly melting, flowing down into her pussy while his cock rubbed harder and more frequently against her clit. There was no more pain, no more fear about her cherry. All that was gone. Now she was a woman, a woman who could take care of herself. Arlette arched her back, sliding her shoulderblades over the stiff carpeting as she felt his cock knob teasing her inner cuntlips. He had nearly pulled all of his prick from her pussy, letting her cunt sheath shrink itchily back to its original size. Arlette grunted like a pig, hunching her cunt in the air, looking frantically with widened eyes at the handsome man over her. She wanted him, wanted him down all the way inside her. "Uuuuuufffff!" she gasped.

Jack shoved back in all the way, the scratchy, wiry hairs tickling her outer cuntlips, teasing her clit, while his balls flattened against her crotch. Arlette swiveled her ass, shoving her belly up against him, again tugging her arms against the restraining leather and rubbing her thighs against his hips. Shameless, a slut. Yes, that could describe her as she dripped sweat, the salty stinging in her eyes and nostrils adding to her lewd excitement.

"Jesus Christ, bitch, you're good, good and hot and fine!"

"Ufhfhhhfff!"

The mass of sexual tension rose in her belly, seeming to take over everything. Jack had pulled and yanked on her hair in a frenzy before. Now he was back down to her asscheeks, his fingernails digging into her asscheeks, scratching the soft, round globes. The insides of her thighs were chilling, then flashing hot now, while her body seemed to be turning into a clinging fluid. A whirling ball of sexual hunger began coming apart. She was going to cum, going to make it. The girl tossed her hips around as best she could. Jack was on her tits now, his mouth sucking in her hard, rubbery nipples, his teeth chewing down on the resilient flesh. Arlette let out another scream as she felt his tongue lashing wildly against her tit tips. This was too much, far too much! She could hardly think straight! His prick was going in and out like a triphammer, and his mouth sucked hard and long at her nipples. "Uuuufufuuffffff!" she whined.

The firestorm began, more ferocious and furious than any brushfire Southern California had ever seen. It started at the mouth of her cunt, incinerating her clit, then rushing through her veins. Arlette's entire body seemed to bulge with cock, then explode into flames as Jack grunted on top of her, fucking her cunt again and again.

"Arrgghfhhfhffff!"

It happened! Arlette exploded, her mind shattering into millions of pieces. She wept and struggled, her wrists twisting around in the cuffs and her toes curling until they cramped. Her cunt muscles cramped down, cinching onto his big prick, holding it there while her spasms became more and more intense.

"Fuck it out, bitch!"

Jack cried out something else, then fell on top of her body and held on. His fingers were bruising her shoulders as his prick began shaking and jerking inside her. Yes, yes, he was cumming! Arlette let out another gasp, her eyes glazing over and rolling up into her head. He was shooting his load, spattering her spasming cunt walls with his hot jizz! She could actually feel it happening inside her! It was like having a firehose spraying inside her! The girl cried out again and again, chomping on the jockstrap, jerking and twitching as if someone had attached an electric generator to her. Never, never before had Arlette felt something like this!

"Unnnnffffffff!"

Arlette's cum went on and on, the furious blast of jism slowly dying deep inside her pussy. She could have stayed like this all day, having her cunt filled with Jack's prick, having his cock spraying all that white-hot jizz in her. The girl didn't care about her friends, about her mother, about anything except the hardest, longest, thickest cock in the world that was shoved down all the way in her pussy!

"Nice, nice," Jack panted, stroking the side of her face.

Arlette sighed, her mind fading in and out as the spasms slowly died away, her cunt still gripping his greasy hunk of jerking cock meat. She had done it! She had actually done it! Arlette had let a man touch her, had let this sadist bind her up in leather, make her helpless, then let him rape her. And, oh, how good it had felt! How wonderful it was, having that leather holding her down, making her feel completely helpless while his prick had slipped into her fuzzy, hot fuckhole and broken through her cherry. Why was she feeling this way? The girl shook her head, fine hairs wafting over her face. She couldn't understand the feelings then, and couldn't understand them now. All Arlette knew was that they were so good… so damned, wonderfully good. Sighing yet again, the young blonde teen felt dreamy as a warm, encasing sensation washed over her flesh.

"Whew! You're a hot bitch, baby. I wanna get in you again… but it's gonna be a while," Jack said, hunching back and pulling his cock out slowly.

Arlette shivered, feeling her cunt walls shrinking back together behind his retreating prickhead. She felt the juices dribbling freely from her fuck hole, oozing over her asshole as the big stud slipped his cock all the way out. Standing up a little shakily, Jack looked up at the ceiling, stretching one hand over his head toward an eye hook screwed into one of the three beams crossing the room. Arlette blinked her eyes, focusing them on his movements. What on earth was something like that doing in that heavy beam? Then again, what were those rings doing in the walls to either side of the small headboard. Everything in this room had something to do with Jack's kind of sex, his brand. He had converted his bedroom into a kind of wild playroom. Arlette wondered if her mother had ever been here, or if she were the first member of her family to attend.

"Can't have you on the floor, baby. Where's my manners? You should be sittin' or something."

Crouching down, Jack stretched his hands under the bed, and he pulled out a narrow metal chest, opening it and taking out a long piece of half-inch line. He stood up, placing one foot under Arlette's right side, then nudging quickly, the movement forcing the girl to roll over onto her belly.

Twisting her head around, Arlette watched as Jack attached one end of the heavy-duty line to the clamps attaching her bound wrists to her ankles with several square knots. "Used to be in the Navy. Always figured the chiefs were full of shit when they were teachin' us knots. Never guessed I'd be usin' the knowledge like this. Good ol' Navy," Jack muttered, laughing to himself as he drew a chair up to the side of the bed, stood on it, then threaded the free end of the tine through the eye bolt. Stepping back down, Jack gripped the rope, and he began pulling on it. In a moment, Arlette felt the tension increase around her wrists and ankles. "Uhhhhffffff!" she moaned.

Her arms began to pull back, the tension becoming a sharp ache in both shoulders. The girl groaned through the spit-slicked gag, her eyes closing, her forehead wrinkling, and the blood rained from her cheeks. Behind her, Arlette could hear the rope groaning from the weight of her body.

"Gonna get you off the floor my style," Jack said, slowly pulling the rope a little more. Arlette's legs straightened a little, her arms pulling back as her body began to form a U-shape. Her spine began to pop, curving downward as the rope slowly started hauling her up off the floor.

"Noooofoooffffff!"

The pain was hideous. After that wonderful fucking, there was this horrible agony! It felt as if her body were going to snap in half lengthwise! Her head hanging down, her hair falling over her face, Arlette groaned as she felt her knees and tits rising up off the carpeting. He was hanging her up like a piece of meat, and there was nothing she could do about it!