Mother and daughter in bondage

CHAPTER TEN

"Ohhhhh… you're… hurting me!" Tommy didn't listen to the girl. He was looping the half-inch line he had coiled at the foot of the ladder around her right ankle. Sharon could feel him tying and retying the line around her leg, attaching it to the ladder rung so she couldn't move. Oh, the sensation was so painful, so awkward! Her lower back ached from the odd position while her left leg tensed from the added pressure of supporting her body. When Sharon pulled back, the metal cuffs cut into her wrists even more, chafing her flesh pink.

"Uhhhhh," she moaned helplessly.

"You can't move at all now, baby. You're just like your old lady back there in the garage with my old man… strung up and helpless. That's the way I dig it. And now you're gonna get some good shit… better 'n just a simple fuckin'."

Sharon twisted her head around, peering over one shoulder, and watched in fascination as the stud moved to the shadows, bent down, then carried what appeared to be a large metal object in both hands. From the grunts she heard, it had to be heavy.

"It's a pump, baby… vacuum and blow pump," he explained, setting the large machine on the workbench in front of her. Sharon made a face, twisting her head away from the foul-smelling thing. Again, she tugged back and, again, the iron cuffs bit into her soft flesh. The girl twisted her right foot around in the bonds, feeling the ropes cutting into her ankles. Roped and bound… just as her mother was. And how she enjoyed it how, even in spite of the unknown torments ahead of her… how much she loved it!

"What… what are you going to do with it?" she gasped as Tommy began unraveling a long, inch-diameter latex hose from the top.

"Just watch," he snorted.

Sharon did as she was told, her eyes fastened on the device in front of her. Tommy pulled the tube taut, checking it put for cracks, then stretching it around until the end touched her asscheeks. He left for a moment, going to one end of the garage where a tall, green, metal tool cabinet stood. There was the sound of more rummaging, then he returned with a funnel-shaped brass device he attached to the latex tubing. The girl's heart was pounding savagely, sweat breaking out from all her pores and coating her flesh with a fine, velvety sheen.

"This is just the start, Sharon babes, just the start."

Tommy disappeared one last time, carrying a small gasoline can with him. There was the sound of rushing water as he filled it from a spigot near the overturned motorcycle.

The young blonde was growing impatient with the waiting, realizing that her cunt was creaming with excitement as she waited for this new, unknown degradation. There was that familiar itch of lust deep in her cuntflesh, slowly draining all the strength and will from her young body.

What she saw next caused the sweat of her terror to flow more freely. Hank moved a stool over to her, it's legs scraping ominously over the uneven concrete. There in the center of that stool, taped on crudely, was a splintery wooden rod, its end barely sanded smooth. The newly cut wood at the top contrasted sharply with the older rotted wood of the ends. There even appeared to be some nails pounded in whose rusty tops barely indented the wood.

"This'll be good for you in case you wanna sit down."

He shoved the stool over a little more, centering the wooden spike directly under her dripping pussy. Sharon let out a little gasp, tensing her thigh and leg muscles and edging her cunt up away from the horrible thing. Impale herself on that… that thing? She would tear her pussy up at once with those horrible splinters and nails! Curling her toes, the girl even tried to stand up on them, keeping her cunt as far away from that terrible object as possible!

"Now, for something to cool you down and heat you up at the same time," Tommy said mysteriously, setting the can of water down by the pump and sliding another smaller latex tube into it.

"No!"

Sharon's forehead creased with fear. He was fiddling around with that horrible tube, moving it around to her asscrack. She knew instinctively what he was going to do with it. What a horrible, horrible thing!

"It's a good pump. Tried it out for a while yesterday thinking about you," Tommy said, sucking in his lower lip while studying her fleshy, white assmounds jiggling in front of him. Sharon tried tucking her ass away when she felt the brush of that nozzle. But there was nothing to be done. Moving around a little to the right, Tommy gripped the funnel-shaped nozzle tightly in one hand. He moved the tip teasingly up and down the full length of her asscrack, watching the terrified girl move her asscheeks up and down, tucking them under, then finally surrendering. When her knee sagged just a bit the young man struck like a cobra, jamming the thing deep into her shitter.

"Aieeeeeee!" the girl screamed, her arms and legs tensing, the muscles bulging and pushing out against her flesh while she nearly lost her footing. That horrible thing hurt, really hurt as Tommy slipped it into her shitter. It was like having some horrible, painful enema.

"Enjoyin' it?"

"No, oh, no, no, no," she babbled, shaking her head violently.

"Sure you are. You'll get used to it, 'specially when the water starts spittin' out into your gut… it's a real turn-on, baby," Tommy hissed, twisting he nozzle around and around and watching as Sharon's face grimaced in agony and shame.

"Ughhhhh!"

Tommy shoved the tube in farther, the brass tip disappearing into Sharon's convulsing, shivering ass. God, God, the girl thought, he was going to push it right up into her stomach! Instinctively, Sharon tried widening her legs, squatting slightly as if she were going to take a shit. Tommy laughed at her attempts to eject the nozzle, watching as she bent down and turned red, trying to push the horrible thing out from her shitter. Sharon had almost forgotten about that wooden pole under her cunt. But the moment the splintery, rounded end touched her cuntlips, she remembered, jerking straight up and tensing her muscles. But that tension forced her asshole muscles to grip that awful nozzle wedged up in her bowels.

"Come on, baby, sit on down, sit down and relax," Tommy said, putting both hands on her shoulders, forcing the girl's right knee to bend. Sharon let out a muffled sob, trying with all her might to keep her body straight. But she was no match for Tommy's superior strength. She felt the rounded tip sliding between her cuntlips. Sobbing, feeling as if she were about to faint from sheer terror, the girl let out another cry, her face becoming a mask of concentration. It was sliding in so easily, too easily, greased by the flowing juices of her pussy. The tiny splinters she had feared so much before, now seemed to be scratching all those secret places in her cuntwalls as more and more of that horrible wooden spike penetrated her pussy!

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned.

The girl felt wave after wave of unspeakable humiliation flowing through her. She was having powerful sexual reactions to a piece of wood! Oh, she was so aroused, and she knew Tommy could see that, too. She could hear it in his laughter, in his mocking replies to her groans as he pushed her down yet a little farther. She started to cry, turning her head around and peering through tear-stained eyes at the monster behind her.

"Now…" he muttered.

Tommy left her ass for a moment, stepping in front of her and switching on the pump. There was a whirring sound followed by the steady humming of an electric engine. In an instant, the girl felt something, very cold splashing into her bowels.

Her ass muscles contracted, their tension keeping the horrible little nozzle buried in her shitter. Tommy smiled grimly, moving back to the latex tube hanging from between, her split white asscheeks. With black electrician's tape, the young stud secured the nozzle into her asshole, making it impossible for Sharon to eject the object.

"Like it, like havin' your butt filled with water, baby? Come on, answer me by bobbin' that cunt up and down," Tommy said, throwing the roll of tape away, then forcing the girl back down on the wooden dildo.

"Nooooo!" Sharon screamed out, throwing her head back as she sank yet farther onto the splintery thing spearing her fuckhole. Water began spraying from her asshole, dribbling down the back of her right leg and pooling around her curling toes as the pump whirred on in front of her.

"Now eat, baby… just like you did before," Tommy ordered, stooping down and coming up between her stretched, tugging arms. Without another word, the young man shoved his cock into Sharon's mouth, plugging her with half his prickmeat while reaching around and turning up the pump. The whine increased in pitch as yet more water shot into the girl's stretched shitter.

"Mmmmmfffff," the girl groaned.

Sharon flicked her tongue around the bulbous meaty cockhead pounding the back of her throat as the water began to do its work. That stretching cold sensation contrasted sharply with her warm bowels, making her muscles contract, rein, then tighten again in a rhythm she found not unpleasing. It was so new, this deep, strange kind of penetration. Sharon had already been highly aroused by Tommy's sadistic foreplay. This odd enema was doing more things to her, making her feel as if she were being fucked at both ends. And, in a way, she was being fucked in her three important holes: mouth, cunt and ass. Yes, the three most important holes in the world, she thought cynically as more water sloshed into her asshole, then trickled out warmly down her leg. Groaning, the girl felt herself leaning forward, the slightly painful pull on her stretched leg going almost ignored.

"Yeah, that's it, that's it."

Tommy's eyes glazed with excitement and delight as he stroked the girl's bound arms, enjoying the sight of this attractive teenager bound and tormented this way. Sharon was as excited as he was, her arousal obvious as her tongue movements became more and more frenzied. Her stomach was turning over and over while her cunt tightened once more, on that wooden prick. Was there no end, no limit to the depths she would sink to satisfy her own perversity?