Mom in a harness

CHAPTER EIGHT

The rope groaned more as it vibrated from Arlette's swinging movements. She was bent completely now, her spine aching, threatening to snap in two as the leather wrist cuffs and ankle restraints cut into her flesh cruelly. Sobbing, choking through her gag, Arlette prayed to God she would somehow pass out, faint, to get some respite from her ordeal. But something kept her awake, something that made her feel every twinge of pain, every shock of agony… and made her enjoy it.

"Yeah, more comfy that way instead of being on the floor?"

"Uufufuuffffff!"

Arlette thought she could feel her shoulders popping as she hung there face down, her tits pulling sexily at her upper chest. At times, Jack would pluck the rope as if it were a harp string, making her body shudder from the resulting vibration. The pain then seemed worse, making the girl gasp for breath through the gagging jockstrap.

"Gotta make this more interesting," he muttered, reaching down to slip back into the opened metal chest. Through her curtaining hair, the girl saw him pull out a riding crop. The black leather handle gleamed under the yellowish bedroom light as Jack curled his fingers around it and brought it up against her asscheek. Arlette shuddered, feeling her flesh crawl the moment that hideous thing touched her. He was going to hit her with it! Yes, he was going to beat her with it, whip her as if she were some kind of disobedient animal! And yet if she was so terrified about this, why was her pussy creaming again? Why, after such a painful, powerful fuck, was she feeling heat between her thighs? Why were those small muscles quivering, producing such tense, itchy thrills racing through her pussy?

Arlette shuddered again as Jack moved the head of the crop around to her asscrack. He was pushing down, sliding one end of the instrument into her asscrack. In a moment, she felt him screwing the thing around and around, pressing the knobby head against her asshole!

"How would you like having something like this rodding your shitter, baby? Wouldn't it be real nice having this riding crop squeezing down into your asshole? It'd just be like a prick fucking you in the ass. Wouldn't that turn you on?"

In the ass? He had to be out of his mind! And yet Jack was doing it, pressing that riding crop down, down against her pink shitter lips, spreading them apart. Arlette's eyes widened, her body straightening slightly as the girl tried desperately to stop this horrible invasion. "Nooooooo!"

Again and again, the teen screamed through the gag, jerking her body around, bouncing it painfully on the overhead rope. Once she managed to curl her spine until it nearly straightened, kicking her legs backward, drawing her arms with them as she squeezed her sphincter tightly together. She forced that horrible thing out before it made much headway.

"Don't dig it, huh? Maybe you'll like havin' a little warmer, then."

The crop was gone. Then it came back with a fury, slicing into the flesh just below her right lower rib.

"Yagghghffffffff!"

It was as if someone had touched her there with a live branding iron. Again, the crop came down, whistling through the air like a guided missile. Arlette tensed, inching her eyes shut tight, waiting for the pain. It came with a vengeance, this time on her left side. The young woman let out her breath with a whooshing sound, her body shaking and jerking on the rope like a puppet's. Tears fell from her eyes, staining her cheeks as the girl sucked in air to feed her body.

"You didn't want it up your asshole. Gotta have this thing some way, baby. I went through a lotta trouble bringin' it up from the chest."

And now he was moving around, pausing for a moment as he rubbed the cool leather crop over the backs of her legs. She could hear him laughing softly as her muscles tensed at that light touch, the tendons bulging out against her sweaty flesh. Then the touch was gone. A warning! He was going to hit her again, going to hurt her with that horrible thing. The girl gasped, closing her eyes once more as another cramping ache raced through both thighs.

"Yaggghghhhhhh!"

The arch of her foot was the target now. Arlette screamed, her ankles exploding into pain. Then came other blows on various parts of her body. Jack slowed his beating, timing his stokes to strike just when the girl didn't expect it. She twisted her face up into a mask of concentrated pain, feeling those restraining cuffs cutting off more and more circulation to her fingers. The girl struggled helplessly against that rope. Then the crop changed direction, beating at the backs of her knees, then her thighs.

"Ughhh! Ughghhhhhh!"

Jack had become more and more savage as the seconds ticked by. The bedroom was filled with Arlette's pained, muffled cries and the dry smacking sound of that riding crop biting into her young, white flesh. She could hear the big stud's breath whistling and wheezing as her ass caught fire.

"Yeah, move that butt… oh, yeahh, baby, gonna have a nice red ass for Jack." Arlette thought her skin was splitting under those savage blows. Her asscheeks heated and jiggled to the beating rhythm of that horrid crop. It reddened to scarlet as the blazing agony of her plump ass radiated to her cunt. Yes, it was all connected somehow. Juice ran from her cunt mouth, oozing onto her thighs as long, red stripes appeared on her ass where the crop cut into her. Arlette yammered for mercy through the jamming jockstrap. But Jack kept on, calling her filthy names, loving every cry she made.

"Uuuuuuhuuufufffffff!"

Jack was concentrating on lashing her ass. But there was no part of her body that was safe from his attention. Arlette squeezed her asscheeks together until they ached, trying to protect her sensitive asshole. Jack beat her farther up, hitting her shoulders, then the back of her neck. God, what was he trying to do, cripple her as she hung there from the ceiling? "Ooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned.

Her arms and legs spasmed again, pulling and tugging at the leather restraints cramping them. For a moment, Arlette remembered those stories she had read about the Nazi concentration camps, about how the Nazis peeled the flesh off their hapless victims to make lampshades. Yes, that's what was going to happen to her if she hung there any longer. There would be no skin on her body if Jack kept up with that awful crop!

Arlette swung forward, her knees jerking with painful, cramping spasms. With complete despair, Arlette let herself dangle, her head falling forward, her asscheeks opening. That's what Jack had been waiting for. With one killing, slashing overhead stroke, he tore the end of the crop down the valley of her asscrack. The leathered instrument lashed like a knife against her shitter, the tip of that thing catching the base of her asshole. It felt as if he had torn out part of her body!

"Noooayaggghghghhhhh!" she screamed. Arlette saw stars popping out behind her eyes. The pain was a blazing agony. Jerking convulsively, the young woman thought she would pass out from the intense beating. There was another pause as she hung there, twitching on the ropes. The throbbing agony of her injured asshole went on and on, not seeming to diminish as Jack slapped her asscheeks gently with the crop.

"Argghghfhhfhfhfffff!"

Another savage blow, this one near her cunt! The impact just above her clit sent a shower of spark rushing into her pussy. Jack laughed more loudly behind her, stopping the whipping long enough to jab the end of the crop into the narrow zone between her cunt and asshole. Arlette screamed through the gag, shoving her ass back, trying to get away from the blunt thing pushing at her. The tip of the crop slid roughly into her cunt, forcing the wet, hot flesh open. The instant clenching of her rippling cunt muscles around the weapon almost dragged it from Jack's hand. He looked down and sneered, his eyes narrowing.

"Fucked, and already you want another fuckin'. That's almost bein' a nympho, baby. You gonna turn into a nympho right here for of Jack? That'd be a first," he said, twisting the crop around.

Jack tore the crop away from her pussy. Arlette arched her back yet again, her hands rubbing against one another, her fingers cutting into the beaten soles of her bare feet. Jack moved up a little farther, jamming the end of the crop against Arlette's shitter again. Her rubbery shit muscles felt as if they were being driven up into her belly, tearing the lining loose. The girl screamed, tossing her head wildly from side to side, the tendons and ligaments ridging her flesh as she tried clawing backward in her bonds. Her arms and legs knotted with muscles she didn't know she had, and her tits swung madly with the jerky movements she made. A strange kind of fire began in the rim of her asshole as Jack moved the crop in and out. Her hips were moving from side to side as if she were actually wanting more!

"Uuuhuufuufuffff!"

"Should fuck you in the ass… just like I… never mind," Jack said, catching himself at the last moment.

"Unnfnnffffff!"

Shaking the hair from her face, Arlette opened her eyes now that the beating had stopped. Jack was hard, real hard once more! How long had she hung there like this, her body a victim to his riding crop? She didn't know. But it must have been long enough for him to recuperate his sexual powers. His prick was standing straight up, his cockhead big, fat, bloated, dark purple, filled with jizz. Was he going to fuck her again? Was he going to drive her wild once more with his hard, long cock?

Jack unfastened the rope from the corner of the headboard, then slowly lowered her to the floor. Arlette sighed with relief when she felt the carpeting touching her tits, thighs and knees. In a moment, the pulling, aching tension around her shoulders and hips was gone! Jack was unfastening the rope, pulling it from the wristcuffs. In a moment, she lay prone on the floor once again, her body warmed by the riding crop, her asscheeks burning from the savage attack.

"Gotta get you back home… but gonna finish you off. You got me hot again, you little bitch… and I can tell you're hotter 'n hell for my prick again. But you're gonna take care of me in another way."

Jack picked her up roughly from the floor, jerking her back against the bed. Arlette's head snapped back, her long blonde hair washing over her shoulders as her knees slid over the carpeting. He pinched her chin between one thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up.

"You're gonna suck prick… gonna take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours and suck away 'til I fill you up with my spunk again… this time, down your gut!"

Arlette stared at the fat prickhead bobbing in front of her. She could smell his crotch, smell her juices smeared with his, and smell the stale sweat. That combination of aromas triggered her into high heat. When Jack reached down again to pull the jockstrap from her mouth, she smacked her lips, licking them, then parting them for his fat cock.

"Man, you can't wait to get that mother down your throat, can you?"

Jack sneered, then grabbing a handful of her hair, he jerked her head back. "Uhhhhhhh!"

Arlette felt her throat tighten as his prickhead brushed over her lower lip. He was smearing her mouth with cockjuice, watching her face tense and redden as he played with her mind. Slowly, Jack moved his cockhead up, rubbing it over her front teeth, then slipping it into her mouth.

"That's it, baby, wiggle that tongue around the base of my prick. Make me… uhhhhhh… make me feel real good… good 'n hot, good enough to blow my load down your fuckin' throat."

Arlette did as she was told, twisting her wrists around in the cuffs once more to ease the pressure around the veins and arteries. He was filling her mouth gradually, the rope-like veins rubbing against her compressing lips as her tongue wiggled and squirmed under the sensitive cum-tube of his cock. Jack groaned appreciatively, his fingers rubbing over her skull and through her thick blonde hair. He was fucking her mouth now, thrusting only an inch or two of his prick in, then pulling it out. Resting his heavy lobed cock head on her lower lip, he chuckled as the weight made her mouth pout.

"Ohhhh, baby, if only you could see yourself," Jack groaned. "You look like somethin' else – all tied up in leather, kneeling down in front of me with your fuckin' mouth opened, filled with prickmeat. Yeaahhhh," he hissed, closing his eyes and arching his back as particularly enjoyable, powerful spasm passed through his cock. "It's real good seein' you like this. Wanta see you like this more often, chick."

Jack hunched back in, this time sliding about four inches of his cock down her throat. Arlette swallowed hard, her nostrils filling up with the acrid aroma of his crotch once again. The hot flesh throbbed against the moist insides of her cheeks while the salty, bleachy flavor of his cum made the girl swallow even more. He pulled out, then shoved back in, bouncing his cockhead off the roof of her mouth. Again, the girl strained in her leather bonds, tugging and yanking as more and more hot pre-cum spurted from his piss-slit and coated her tongue.

"Fuckin' A, baby… fuckin' A. Ain't had head like this for a long time, not since me and a couple of the boys went to Tijuana for a weekend," Jack said, his fingers caressing the sides of her skull now. "Whip that head on me, baby. Whip a little skull," Jack cried, his voice thickening and straining with emotion. Arlette felt her brain spinning around and around as she slipped her head back and forth, back and forth, filling her mouth with greasy prickmeat. She flicked her tongue around the sensitive base of his cock, curling it over the top while sucking so hard that her cheeks caved in. Yes, she wanted that thing shooting inside her. The thick streams of fuck oil running out of his fat prick into her mouth sent her into higher plains of arousal. How her cunt burned! Oh, if only she could have his mouth on her cunt the way she had her mouth on his prick!

"Ughhhhh," Jack groaned, moving his hips from left to right, revolving his cock around in her sucking mouth.

"Lick it, baby, suck on it. Get it good, baby, get my prick. Get my cock meat, take it down your fuckin' suckin' throat," he groaned.

Arlette felt his cock head shoving back down, down over her tongue, past her tonsils, touching the back of her throat, then easing down, making it very very hard for her to breathe! Her nostrils flared as Jack's hands held her tightly against his crotch. He was throating her, flattening her nose against his groin as his big prick filled her mouth and throat. Arlette groaned, wriggling her tongue frantically around and around his throbbing cock, holding her breath, waiting for Jack to shoot or pull his prick from her mouth. "Ohhhhh, man, man, man!"

He pulled back, giving his hips several sharp jerks. There was a sudden increase in the flow of jizz coming from his prickhead. Arlette felt her flesh glowing once more, and her clit trembled on the brink of crisis. She was going to cum, she thought, blow up with his deepthroating prick blowing at the same time! "Take it, bitch!"

Jack cried out something. Then the spurts came, squirts of jizz spattering against the back of her throat, then sliding down into her belly. Again and again, the globs of cum shot out, filling her mouth, making her swallow harder than before, until she no longer could. A mixture of spit and jism frothed around the corners of her stretched lips as Jack finished taking her in the mouth.

"Uhhhhhh, good head, baby… and now it's time to finish you off."

"Oooooofff, please, please…"

Was she begging for more? Was she begging him to leave her alone? Arlette couldn't tell any longer. She felt his strong arms gripping her by the legs, then pulling her down. Once more, he was on top of her, his hands pulling her knees apart. Her clit burned like a glowing lump of charcoal. And then she felt his lips on her pussy. He raked his tongue over her clit until the excruciating pinpoint of her climax overwhelmed her! Arlette grunted, her arms stretching against the leather restraints, her body jerking and twisting. Again and again, powerful spasms raked over her bound body, each series of convulsions more powerful than the last. And all the time, there was Jack's mouth, drawing more and more pleasure from the depths of her body. He had her knees as far apart as he could get them while the girl thrashed and grunted, her shivering asscheeks jiggling as he ate her cunt completely. "Ooooohhhhhh!" she gasped.

And then it was over. Arlette sighed with exhaustion, her body crumpling to the floor. Jack pulled his mouth from her pussy, and he wiped his face with the back of one hand.

"Gotta get you back home so your old lady don't find you gone. But this ain't the end of it, baby. This ain't the end of it at all."

As Jack began unfastening the leather cuffs and straps, Arlette thought back to the conversation between him and her mother. He had gotten near her, had raped her the way he had raped Monica. There was a sense of shame. But also, there was a sense of triumph, the feeling a woman gets when besting another, even if the rival was her own mother!