Mother and daughter in bondage

CHAPTER NINE

"So, like mother, like daughter," Tommy said, shutting the side door and bolting it. "And like father, like son." He chuckled, putting the keys back in his pocket and rubbing his hand over his crotch. "My old man likes stringin' 'em up and hitting. So do I. And you and your old lady… well, we're perfect matches, huh? Maybe my dad and I can switch off."

"What?" Sharon exclaimed, her eyes widening while her breathing became short and raspy.

"You know, I ain't fucked an old lady. And your mom's pretty damned good-looking probably tight and one hell of a fuck, if my old man's goin' after her."

"Stop it! Stop it!"

Tommy was talking about Sharon and her mother as if they were some kind of breeding farm! The girl backed away, her head slowly shaking while she drew her hands protectively in front of her.

"Stay away from me," she warned, her eyes rounding even more.

"Yeah, sure. Don't worry, chick. By the time I get through with you tonight, you're gonna be wantin' more of it."

"No!"

Sharon turned and tried running blindly in the darkness. She screamed, her feet catching on a piece of metal thrown on the floor. Sharon pitched forward, her elbows and chin striking a pile of rags while her palms skinned over the uneven concrete. Sobbing, choking on her own saliva, the young teen scrambled desperately to her feet. She rushed to the right, slamming head-first into an old motorcycle. Tangling her legs in the starting gear, Sharon pitched forward once more, collapsing in a heap on top of the cycle while Tommy moved up behind her.

"You're a real mess, know that? You ain't gonna go nowheres, baby, nowheres."

He was curling his fingers into her hair, yanking it up, tearing some of the strands out by the roots. Sharon screamed out again, her hands banging against the toppled motorcycle frame while her legs kicked against the flattened tires. There was a stench of oil and gasoline as the pain increased more and more in her scalp. She jerked one hand back, curling the fingers and trying to claw away his offending hand. But Tommy only laughed at her efforts. Oh, it was just like the night she'd seen Hank attack her mother. He had yanked her hair, pulled her around the room, made fun of her while Janice screamed and twitched like a helpless animal caught in some horrible trap.

"Uhhhhhh… ahhhhhh!"

He was pulling her off the bike, dragging her back. Her eyelids fluttered while a pulse leaped at her throat. She felt her ankles scraping over the torn metal, past the broken pedals and finally off the bike. Her blue mini-skirt pulled hard at her waist as Tommy drew the girl back, back from the overturned motorcycle toward the front door.

"No, lemme go, stop it!" Sharon cried, her fists beating at the young stud dragging her by the hair.

Terrified, Sharon bent her legs and pushed back with her bared feet, her asscheeks rising from the floor with each backward push only to fall down heavily again the next moment.

"There we go, baby," Tommy said, letting his grip loosen on her hair.

Sharon jerked away, rubbing her fingertips through her strands and massaging her injured scalp. She lay on the floor, propping her body up with one hand while still drawing the other protectively across her tits. Animals! That's what Tommy and his father were animals! They had crashed into her tiny family and destroyed it, ruined everything her mother and father had built for the past sixteen years. And what was worse, what was horribly worse was that she and her mother loved it, enjoyed it, cultivated the destruction overwhelming them all!

"Ever chow down on prick?" Tommy asked, wiping his lips with the back of one hand as he stared down at the questioning girl. "You ain't fucked around much. Guess you don't know what the hell I'm yappin' about. Just open that Goddamned mouth."

But Sharon did know what he was talking about. Some of the girls at school had shown her how to… to give head, as they called it. In fact, at the cafeteria once, they had skinned a banana and given it to her, instructing the girl to suck it in and out without leaving any marks on the soft fruit. How some of the guys stared and grinned as she giggled and practiced.

"Just don't hurt me anymore," Sharon whispered, watching with wide eyes as those now familiar fingers pulled down the zipper tab and halved his Levi's. Yes, his cock was hard and thick as it rolled out from his trousers.

"Don't count on it. Just concentrate on this prickmeat, baby… good and hot and thick and greasy; just what the doctor ordered for you, right? Come on, bitch, you're gonna get down on this cock and give it a good cleanin', right? Come on baby, suck me dry, clean out my tubes with those lips, Sharon."

His fingers were twisting around in her hair once more, pulling at the strands, although not as savagely as he had before. He forced her head back at a slight angle, her throat feeling pulled and dangerously vulnerable. When Tommy told her to open her mouth, she did, sticking out her tongue a little? Just as he ordered. His Levi's had slithered down a little on his thighs, the fabric bunching at his knees. From this angle, Sharon could see his balls closely, very closely! They were low-hanging, yet rising slowly, slowly up against his crotch with tension. She guessed that was how guys started out in their fucking, in getting real excited before shooting off.

And there was that smell, that strange aroma coming out from his crotch. There was the stench of sweat, but also another aroma, the smell of something almost fresh, bleachy! Tommy was bending his knees slightly now, and his fingers gripped behind her ears while his meaty prickhead pulsed inches in front of her full, parted lips. Sharon had to close her eyes as the stud drew closer. She could feel the heat of his groin radiating against her face. And then she felt it, felt his fat, greasy cockhead bumping up against her lips.

"And you try something funny like biting and, man, I'm gonna bounce you off the walls. Your old lady's gonna think you're somebody else," Tommy warned, tugging her hair once to underline his threat.

"Uhhhhh…"

Sharon knew his capabilities. He was savage, capable of the torments of hell. She wouldn't touch him with her teeth. No, she would give him the best head possible, bring him off so she could run back to the safety of her home and then possibly run away from this horror threatening to engulf her young life.

"Now, baby."

He tilted her head back a little farther, shoving down. Sharon felt that head and the meat behind it rubbing over her front teeth, sliding over her tongue, heading back to her throat. She was afraid to do anything, to clamp her lips on his invading prick as it traveled back, back until she felt it touching her tonsils.

"Ohhh, come on baby, tighten up on me," he said, slapping her lightly on the back of her head. "Close them lips up and start movin that tongue around. Move it around my cockhead, then around the shaft… uhhhhhh, yeah, baby, yeah, just like that."

Sharon's lips stretched tightly around his fat ten-incher, spittle frothing around corners of her lips and dribbling down her chin. He was starting to pump his hips, pistoning his cock in and out, in and out, his balls swinging softly back and forth. In a moment, they were slapping regularly against her chin while Tommy was letting out soft, animal-like sounds.

"Uhhhh… Jesus Christ, bitch, keep it goin'! Oh yeah, yeah, keep that tongue movin' around like that, slidin' back and forth around my rod… mmmmmm, Goddamn good!"

Sharon felt herself starting to enjoy this. To feel a man's cock, the power of his whole being throbbing and jerking in her mouth. She loved the sensation of his hot, thick prick rubbing against the insides of her cheeks and over her tongue! And when it went down all the way, touching the back of her throat, the girl thought she would die! Tommy sounded as if he were going to kick over, too! He was making strangled sounds, his fingers fanning over the back of her head, tightening hard, while his body trembled mightily. She could taste more and more of that bleachy stuff oozing from his piss slit, washing down over her tongue, coating her throat, making her swallow.

"Take it, bitch!"

Tommy slammed her face against his groin, holding it there while his prick slipped all the way down her throat. Sharon gasped, her fingers fanning out against his belly and pressing down to shove her head away. It was getting impossible to breathe! He was blocking her air passage with his cock, his balls screwed up tightly against her chin! Sharon let out a shuddering breath, then tried sucking in air as best she could, the fat head of his prick slipped down her throat.

"Ohhhhhh… yeahhhhhh, that's good head."

Tommy rocked back and forth, twisting his hips in a rotary fashion, rubbing his cock all around the insides of her mouth and throat. When he realized the girl might choke from being stuffed with his prickmeat, he backed off reluctantly. Sharon sighed with relief, falling back as his blood-heavy cock slipped in between her lips.

"Man, you sure know what the hell you're doin' for a newcomer," Tommy said, wrapping his fingers tightly around the center of his fat prickshaft and squeezing hard.

Sharon turned away, her face red with shame. She had dropped all pretense of her innocence now as she knelt there in front of Tommy, spit staining her chin and cheeks. He had fucked her mouth as he had fucked her cunt: hard, but with incredible skill. Oh, how good he was making her feel. Didn't she have any pride, any sense of self-worth? Or was it all submerged under her rising sexual arousal, an arousal that knew no bounds?

"Come on, baby, I got somethin' special for you here… it's somethin' I've been working on for a while with you in mind… kind of…"

He took her by the hand, helping her off the floor after having jerked up his pants. Sharon noticed his cock was still out, still hard and thick, still waiting for a cunt or mouth to satisfy it. Her eyes darted to his prickshaft, then moved forward in the direction he was guiding her.

"What…" she murmured.

Sharon stopped next to a wooden ladder boiled to one side of the garage, the rungs filthy with grease. At the top, a small square latch apparently opened to the flat roof of the structure. In front of her was a small workbench that hadn't been used for quite a while. A thick layer of dust coated the splintery top. At one end of the bench, the closest to her, Sharon noticed a clamp fastened to the side, two iron loops opened now at the top.

"Put your hands through here, baby," Tommy instructed, opening the loops a little farther.

"Oh please," she pleaded.

The girl looked at Tommy for a moment, realizing as she always had in the end that there would be no mercy from this man. Swallowing one more time, Sharon turned around and slipped her wrists obediently through the straps, thinking of his description of her mother hanging from the rafters of his garage.

The iron was cold, the thin bands pressing against her wrists as Tommy closed the straps and bolted them shut with a large quarter-inch screw threaded through each loop. Then he began to pull off her clothes slowly, rubbing his prick against her ass as he fondled her tits through her halter. He pulled off the top slowly, then massaged her quivering tits. His hands pawed her as before, pinching her flesh, making her writhe in agony and wallow in rising lust. It was a horrible, wonderful combination of feelings that tormented the girl in mind and in body. She felt her skirt being hauled down, draped over her ankles. And then came her panties, the sticky damp crotch panel pulling loose from her cuntlips and sliding down her shivering white thighs. She was naked now, stark naked in front of this young man with his prick sticking straight out from his halved Levi's. And oh, the heat that radiated out from her furry cunt! Sharon couldn't believe how hot she was for him. Her cuntwalls trembled when Tommy moved his fingers up and down the bloated edges of her cunt. He was tracing the bottom of her fuck slit, finding the tensed, aching muscles that guarded her cuntmouth.

Sharon gasped, her eyes widening as a powerful spasm rippled itchily over her pussy, making her knees wobble. Oh, it was so good, so shamefully good. The girl tugged her arms back, feeling the metal straps cutting into her wrist flesh. Even that amount of pain added I something to the rushing sensation over her cunt. Letting out a low groan, Sharon dipped her ass.

"Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby," Tommy growled. He had one hand between her shoulder-blades, pushing her forward until her forehead was almost touching the workbench. She could hear him breathing in that familiar, uneven pattern. Yes, he was getting ready to fuck her, getting ready to slip his fat cockhead into her cunt. His prickhead felt so velvety soft, yet so hard. The girl shivered with excitement and fright.

Tommy was behind her, his knees brushing up against the backs of her legs while one arm looped around her waist. He pushed her forward a little more, the fronts of her thighs rubbing against the ragged workbench. Some splinters scraped her flesh painfully. But the girl didn't mind. No, it also added to the delight coursing through her veins.

"Come on, baby, let's fuck doggie style for a while," he grunted.

She dared move her hips, changing slightly the angle at which her cunt was making contact with Tommy's prick. With that move, the girl sealed her fate. She felt his cockhead pop in, spread her cuntlips apart quickly and slip at least two inches into her fuckhole.

"Uhhhhh… oooohhhh!" she moaned.

His prickhead was moving so… so insistently, sexily down through her cunt. Her seepy, velvety cuntsheath convulsed time and time again, grabbing onto his sinking prickshaft as it tunneled through her pussymeat. He was halfway inside her when the girl's cunt muscles spasmed, tightening down on him.

The cramp was almost painful to Sharon. She opened her mouth and let out another gasp, shocks of incredible sensation taking her breath away. Tommy let out a grunt, shoving her down forward a little more. He was leaning heavily on her, rubbing her face in the dirt of the workbench while trying to shove yet more of his cock into her pussy.

"Uhhhh… oh, God… dear God, it's… so…"

Sharon didn't dare want to confess just how good she was feeling. Oh, but she had almost admitted it, almost told her tormentor how much she loved this, enjoyed having his cock sinking into her soft, clutching cuntmeat, loved feeling his body draped over hers while his fingers massaged and pinched her tits!

"Baby, baby!" Tommy began fucking her soft and slow, his prick greasing itself down on her juices. The folds of her cuntlips puckered in with each downward thrust. A trickle of juice oozed out from her fuck slit and dripped down as he shoved inward. Sharon's ass flexed, tensed, relaxed, then tightened again with each fucking push. Again and again, the girl felt her knees bending under the pressure of his fucking. The splinters tore at her flesh now as Tommy picked up speed, his prick sinking in deeper and deeper with each successive stroke, the wet heat turning her brain into Jell-O.

And just when Sharon thought she was going to leave the earth in a glow of hot, sexy sensation, the young stud stopped.

"No, baby, I ain't gonna spoil this evening with a standard fuck," he gasped, pulling out slowly.

Sharon trembled, feeling the lining of her pussy stretching back together behind his retreating hot cockhead. Her shoulders shuddered as his prickhead just remained in her cunt. And then… it was gone. Her tense, eager pussy muscles spasmed for stimulation, for the touch of the young man's prick.

"Come on," Tommy ordered.

He was pulling her skirt and panties off her ankles, then taking one leg and moving it up from the floor. Sharon shook her head, trying to clear it as she felt the pressure of the weight of her body on her left knee and ankle. What in God's name was he doing? He was stretching her right leg out and up, gripping the ankle hard and twisting it around until it came to rest on one of the rungs of that side ladder.

"There, baby, there, you're gonna have some real fun now."

The leg was parallel to the floor now, her ankle resting on the fifth rung. Tommy was doing something to it, tying something around it! Dear God, her ordeal had just begun!