Mother's into Sado-Mazo

CHAPTER TEN

Cori had heard everything. She had heard her mother's cries, her uncle's laughter, the sound of piss splattering against the sides of the tub. At least, she thought it was piss splattering. Listening to things happening through the black leather hood was difficult. With a sigh, she let her body relax a little more, feeling the rod poking its way gently into her pussy.

There was something pleasant about being left alone this way. Cori felt her pussy walls snugging up teasingly against the long pole, sucking more of it in while the hood pressed deliciously against the sides of her face. She had countless small orgasms while her mother thrashed wildly under her uncle's piss.

He was coming back! Cori heard her uncle stop at Cindy's cage. There was some muffled cries, then the sound of his shuffling footsteps resumed. He brought one hand down to Cori's hood, tightening the leather by pulling it forward while rubbing his fingers down over her stuffed pussy. She could feel one finger edging up to her clit, teasing it while she felt the copper rod pushing deep into her cunt.

Uncle Jim pulled the hood from Cori's head, unfastening all the bonds and gathering her in his arms. He raised her up, the copper tubing sliding from her pussy. Cori looked back and saw the cunt juice running down the pole. God, she had turned into nothing better than a whoring slut. And he was dragging her toward her mother, who clung uneasily to the side of the piss-stained tub. Even Cindy was looking at her, her eyes wide with terror as Jim brought Cori to them, then motioned for Rhonda to climb from the tub.

Cori wanted to say something to her mother. But Uncle Jim stopped her. "Keep your mouth shut. I like it that way," he told her, taking a small rubber ball from a nearby box and stuffing it into the girl's mouth.

Rhonda started to complain, then shut her mouth. It would be better for them if she said nothing, keeping quiet as she looked at her daughter and prayed God they would be all right.

Leading Cori to one side, he sat her in a wooden chair, drawing a broad brown leather strap over her waist and fixing it tightly. She groaned, feeling the awkward position of her bound arms hurt her even more than before.

"Here, stand on the chair arms like so," Jim said, patting the arm rests of the wooden chair.

While Rhonda climbed from the tub, wishing she could wash the stinking piss from her flesh, Jim walked to his daughter's cage, opening the wooden gate and unfastening the bonds. Cindy shrank back from her father's touch. But Jim yanked the reluctant girl forward and pushed her around until she was behind Rhonda. Cori looked up and found herself at eye-level with her mother's cunt. She could smell the pungent aroma of hot pussy and knew immediately that Jim had fucked her mother.

"Oh God!" Rhonda gasped.

"Now, you stick your cunt in her face. You eat it, baby, eat it out nice and hot," he said, shoving Rhonda forward and pushing her pussy right into Cori's mouth.

Cori gagged, the cunt hairs tickling her nose while her mother's cuntlips flattened against her mouth. She tried twisting away, the strong smell making her gag. But there was nothing she could do. She felt her mother's body shiver, then realized something was making Rhonda push forward more emphatically than before. She heard her mother groan, feeling her cunt warming up against her mouth as she stuck her tongue out and wriggled it up into the woman's hot, drooling fuck-hole.

Cindy was up, pushed forward against her mother's ass and forced to eat out Rhonda's shitter. Cori blushed, hearing her mother moaning shamelessly, hunching against her mouth while her feet slipped dangerously on the narrow wooden arm rests.

"That's the way, girls. Come on, eat out that pussy," Jim said with a sharp laugh, reaching around and pushing his daughter's face deeper into the cleavage of Rhonda's white, shivering ass.

Cori tried pulling her head away. But the strap and the bonds around her wrists restricted her movements.

Rhonda was going a little crazy, holding her hands against her daughter's slender shoulders while moving her hips back and forth in a fucking movement. She was feeling two tongues eating her out, one flicking deep into her cunt while the other was laving spit into her asshole! Rhonda wanted to stop, but her body refused to respond to her wishes.

"Goooooood, so goooooood!" Rhonda cried out, shocking even herself. Never would she be able to explain to her daughter how she became so involved in doing this, in how she grew to love bondage and pain. She wondered as she fucked her cunt harder against Cori's nose and lips if her daughter would understand Jack and his friends.

"Man, too bad I didn't call up my buddies," Jim said, his prick pressing up against the Levi's he had just drawn up. "Man, they'd make mincemeat outta you both – fuck, all three of you, including that cunt of a daughter of mine."

Cindy pulled back, wiping her mouth and starting to run toward the stairs. Jim bolted after her, catching the fleeing teenager by the right arm and wheeling her around like an old sack. She screamed, her legs tangling up with one another. Losing her balance, she pitched forward, doing a half-roll before crashing against the floor. Cindy shrieked, rolling head over heels until she crashed to a rest against the old tub.

Rhonda looked at the unconscious girl through lust-glazed eyes, breathing heavily while still hunching her cunt up against her daughter's face. She should have felt horror, compassion, empathy. But all she felt now was more lust surging through her pussy, firing her up until her nipples seemed to be glowing like two embers while her clit throbbed against Cori's lapping tongue.

"The certificates, bitch!" Jim shouted, aroused by his daughter's fall.

He grabbed Rhonda around the waist and hauled her away from the chair kicking and screaming, her fists beating at him. He hauled her off to another chair, slamming her into it and drawing it with loud scraping sounds toward her daughter. Cori shook her head, crying out to her mother while Uncle Jim carelessly roped Rhonda's wrists to the broken wooden arm rests.

"No, Mama, no! He told me about this. Run!" Cori screamed as she thrashed against the chair.

Rhonda watched as Jim worked quickly, unraveling a nest of wires, then pulling them free. More electricity!

She managed to wrestle one arm free, the ropes cutting her flesh painfully. Jim was attaching the clips onto her daughter's nipples, tugging at them, pulling them nearly from her tits while Cori shrieked, her head jerking crazily. She yammered loudly again, her legs kicking against the stool as Rhonda tore through the bonds, her wrists dripping with blood.

Lurching forward, the woman grabbed a fistful of wires, holding them taut, and twisting them quickly around Jim's neck. She had no idea where the strength came from that surged through her slender frame as she choked him, dragging the gagging man back toward her chair.

"Uhhhhghghg!"

He was helpless! After all this, now he was finally helpless! She felt his body twitching, his hands jerking back for her. But something surged through her again, giving her the strength of ten as she choked the air from his lungs. In a moment, Jim lay limp, his eyes rolled into his head.

"Mama, don't kill him! Just get us out of here!" Cori screamed.

It was all Rhonda could do to keep from finishing the job, but she rushed to her daughter and freed her, then pulled Cindy up from the side of the tub, helping her toward the stairs.

"Don't worry, honey. We're gonna make sure he never touches you again," Rhonda said soothingly as the three battered women staggered up the stairs without looking back.

Much time had passed since Rhonda's visit to the farm. She had thought that with proper counseling she and her daughter would forget and overcome what they had experienced. But even with the new rush of money they received – the certificates were incredibly valuable, as Jim had guessed – nothing could stifle the raging fire in her body and, as it turned out, in her daughter's.

While Cindy preferred to leave the city and live with relatives while Jim quietly resumed his life alone in the country, Cori and Rhonda finally gave in to the perverse desires that had been lurking in the backs of their minds all the time.

Jack and his friends were pleased…

"So, a mother-daughter team. Man!" Jack said, wiping one big hand over his mouth. "I never would've believed this would happen. But hell, I'm all for it!"

The others agreed, looking on with pleasure as Rhonda hung from the ceiling, her arms stretched high above her head, with the iron cuffs cutting once again into her wrists. Her muscles bulged against her flesh while her tits were pulled flat against her heaving chest.

Standing in front of her, a riding crop in one hand was Cori, her daughter. Rhonda looked down pleadingly, her ass scarred with red crisscross marks, evidence of a recent beating.

Cori's nostrils were flared while her eyes were wide with arousal. The men could see how red and swollen her cuntlips were while juice frothed from her fuck-hole and dotted her curly blonde pussy hairs. Cori moved around to her mother's front, jabbing the crop against Rhonda's pussy and watching the woman's legs kick outward. Then she stepped back, bringing the leather whip back, then crashing the thongs hard against Rhonda's upper thighs.

The woman shrieked, feeling the hot sting of the crop biting into her white flesh. Her body jiggled against the overhead chains while she swayed from side to side. Again, the crop flayed over her thighs, threatening to peel the skin off.

"Okay, baby – now the two of you get it."

Cori groaned as they wrestled the crop from her, shoving the teenager back against the wall where four iron rings for her wrists and ankles lay open, ready for use.

Yes, Rhonda thought, watching Gus and Jack jerk her daughter up against the rough cinderblocks and pin her down like an insect, she and Cori had finally found something to do together. It was, she thought wryly as the cuffs pulled her shoulders nearly out of joint, something most families wouldn't do. But then again, she and Cori weren't most families. They were rich now, and they could do as they pleased.

"Oh God, no! Fuck, fuck!" Cori screamed from the wall as the men yanked on her cuntal hairs and bit hard into her tits.

Yes, it would be fun to finally do things with her daughter. And perhaps, in time, with Jim.