Mother's into Sado-Mazo

CHAPTER TWO

It was terribly wicked of her to do these kinds of things, Rhonda Foster knew. But she couldn't stop herself once things had been set in motion. Lying there in her own bed, feeling the rough hemp rubbing painfully against her wrists, the attractive woman couldn't help but work her ass from side to side. Rhonda felt her cuntlips slipping against one another as the heat increased between her legs. The man kneeling to her right was looping the rope around in a figure eight, cinching it tightly around her flesh until she winced in pain. "Oh, I think it's too tight," Rhonda said.

He looked down at her silently, his face dark with concentration. "I'm… sorry," she murmured.

She knew she shouldn't have spoken. Those were the rules of their club. Complete submission when playing their little games. Rhonda had only belonged to BISMAR for two months, hiding the meetings from her daughter. This was the first time she had actually let one of the members come to her home and do something to her. All the talk during their meetings about dominance and submission had made her more and more curious about doing something about those feelings stirring deep inside her. That was why when she had taken Cori to the farm, she'd returned to Los Angeles trembling and anxious. Jack Beddingfield was there at her doorstep waiting for her, his handsome face threatening and yet at the same time appealing…

"Uh!"

He rolled her onto her right side, tightening the knot a little more, then drawing her hands down until they were pressed against the small of her back. She heard him digging around in the black leather bag he had brought up with him from the first floor. Staring at the wall, she felt the mattress sinking behind her as he put something over her face for a moment. She felt him shoving it between her lips now, a rubber ball pushing into her mouth. When Rhonda tried to protest, she felt a knee in her back, the pressure making her open her mouth.

"Oh!"

The ball slipped in, fixed to her skull with two leather straps. Rhonda panicked. Perhaps the game had already gone too far. All the fine talk about S amp;M and the beauty of pain and discipline was starting to fade from her mind. There was the harsh reality of being bound, of having her arms pulled tightly behind her while this horrid thing was crammed into her mouth. She tried pushing it out with her tongue, gasping and jerking while tugging at the rope around her wrist. Nothing.

Kicking her legs around, Rhonda managed to roll back on her ass, shaking loose hair from her face. She was looking up at Jack, moaning and gasping behind her gag.

Downstairs the phone was ringing, but Jack ignored it.

He slipped one hand down to her wrists, pulling her from the bed. She cried out, digging her teeth into the rubber ball as a terrible shooting ache exploded in her shoulders.

Tumbling head over foot, the young woman crashed onto the floor, her ankles striking the bureau.

Things had definitely gone too far. Trying to struggle to her feet, Rhonda felt completely disoriented. The ringing phone seemed to be coming from inside her skull. She drew her feet under her ass, pressing her spine against the wall in an attempt to raise herself.

Jack was on her in a second, shoving her body back to the floor, then grabbing her foot and wedging it between his thigh and belly. He had something in his other hand, a long metal bar with cuffs on either end. Leg irons! She screamed through the gag, pushing back with her legs. This was crazy! Insane! She never should have joined that silly club to begin with!

Rhonda felt her bare ass frictioning against the blue carpeting while she tried wriggling away from her tormentor. Impossible! Jack held her more firmly than ever, swinging the bar around until the top of the cuff clamped hard over her ankle. In another moment, Rhonda felt the iron restraint snap shut, trapping one leg firmly in its grasp. "Mmmfmfmmfmffffff!"

Her eyes rounded while dots of perspiration broke out on her wrinkled forehead. She felt her belly churn as Jack grabbed her other leg and held it firmly, clamping the iron cuff around that ankle. It was done. Rhonda winced, feeling the tight rusty iron bands biting into her flesh while the metal rod kept her legs fourteen inches apart.

Muttering with satisfaction, Jack pulled Rhonda to her feet, keeping her bent over at the waist. She was in no condition to fight him, she thought to herself, her blonde hair curtaining her flushed face. He was going to do more to her. He was going to rape her right here in the bedroom. Fine. He would soon grow tired of her and untie her. This would be the last she would have anything to do with this crazy club!

"Ughhhfffff!"

He was slipping something around her throat, something smooth and tight. A collar! She felt him buckling it behind her neck, then threading a length of rope through a small hook in the front to the center of the metal bar at her ankles. Pulling it taut, Jack made certain Rhonda would remain bent over, her ass high in the air as he cinched the line tightly around the iron rod.

"Yeah, that's it," he whispered, smoothing one hand over her spine. She cringed, feeling his hands slip over her exposed asscheeks. No man since her husband had touched her back there. She flushed beet red, her heart exploding with horror and excitement as Jack's fingers slid over her pussy, then tickled her asshole.

"Yaghhghhghhfffff!"

He slapped her hard, his open-palmed hand nearly knocking her head-first down onto the floor. She staggered about, the iron bar keeping her from moving too well. The cuffs were slicing into her ankles now as she tried to balance and steady herself.

"Nice ass, real nice…"

Another slap, this one across her ass. Rhonda felt hot tears welling up in her eyes while her nostrils flared with her indignation. Blinking her eyes, the woman felt the stinging hot warmth spreading outward from her ass to her belly and cunt. Jack was fingering her again, dipping his forefinger into her pussy.

Moving around, the big man started working both hands over her asscheeks, pinching them, kneading them while rubbing his hot cock-bulge over her ass. She squealed into the rubber gag, biting into the disgusting ball until she thought she would vomit with horror. He slapped her again, beating her ass with his fingers, then slipping them back into her pussy until she felt her cunt muscles clamping with arousal.

"C'mon. Let's go for a walk," Jack said.

It was humiliating, not to mention nearly impossible to move in this position. Carefully, Rhonda waddled forward, one step at a time, her toes brushing over the carpeting as she waddled past the bureau toward the opened door. Her tits pressed against her upper thighs while her wrists and upper arms ached terribly! It was all she could do to keep from sobbing out loud as she moved through the doorway and out into the cooler hall. Her long hair swept over the tops of her feet as she continued to push one foot in front of the other, the iron bands rubbing her ankles raw by this time.

"That's it, right to the stairs."

She stopped. No, she wasn't going to set herself up for that one. All sorts of strange images flashed through her mind now, none of them particularly pleasant, as Jack kicked her hard in the ass. She grunted, pitching forward, banging her head against the wall. Still, Rhonda refused to budge.

"Stubborn as a mule, eh? Thought you'd be that type at the meeting," Jack said with some pleasure, moving around and grabbing her by the hair.

Rhonda shouted around the gag as she felt him grab a fistful of her hair and pull forward. She screamed again, pitching forward, waddling with her leg bands as he tore strands from her scalp. Salty tears sprang from her eyes, running down her flushed cheeks as she moved forward reluctantly. He pulled her like a horse around the corner, stopping as she poised herself at the top of the stairs.

"Now, we go down."

She stared wide-eyed at the steps, pushing back with all her might. She felt him pushing her down, his hands shoving hard against her ass. Tensing, her muscles like iron, Rhonda moved one leg down, her body pitching dangerously to the right. She felt her shoulder strike the banister hard, her body leaning heavily against the wall as she dragged her other foot down. One step! She had made only one step down, and she was already exhausted.

Rhonda was about to try for the second step when she felt Jack's hands on her hips once again.

"Too slow, man. We'll be here all fuckin' night. Here, I'll help." He pushed her forward, grabbing her at times as she pitched downward, losing her balance and half-rolling, half-falling down the stairs. He made certain her neck and head didn't strike any of the steps, keeping her upright, her body spinning and toppling as she thudded down the stairs.

Rhonda collapsed onto the marble floor, her body black and blue from the fall. He was crazy. They were all crazy. He was going to kill her here, and her daughter would find her when she returned from the country! Afraid to move one inch, Rhonda tried to regain her breath, feeling every inch of her body aching.

He left her there for a while, rushing back upstairs for his bag of devilish toys. When he returned, Rhonda had managed to crawl toward the door with snake-like movements, her head resting on the step. She was beating the molding with her forehead and screaming as loudly as she could, her knees bent up to her tits as she stared wild-eyed at him. Jack dropped the bag, rushing over to her and pulling her back by the ankles. Dragging the woman into her kitchen, he held her with one hand, opening the oven and turning it on.

Immediately she felt a blast of dry heat rush over her naked body.

"You want that, baby? You want me stuffin' you in there until you're good and baked?"

Rhonda fought back, struggling against his hard grip as she felt the burning increase more and more around her face and tits. He had her halfway inside the oven now. She could see the blue flames below her while the smell of gas nearly made her faint. The door was starting to burn her tits as she squirmed her ass against his crotch. Yes, he was hard, his prick throbbing against the front of his Levi's while he tried shoving her into the oven.

"Maybe now you'll be a little more cooperative, huh?"

Jack pulled her back, hooking one finger under the collar and leading her back into the living room. Rhonda wanted to lie down. He kept her standing and bent over, leading her to the couch, then backing away for a moment. She heard a snapping sound and was about to turn around when a terrible flash of pain exploded over her ass. There was the sound of leather smacking flesh. He was whipping her, reddening her asscheeks with some terrible weapon.

Rhonda bit into the rubber ball, letting out a muffled shriek as she pitched forward. The leg bands again made it nearly impossible for her to keep her balance. She felt herself sagging the floor and only another blow, this time to her inner thigh kept the woman from completely collapsing.

"Uhhhhh!"

When Rhonda turned around and peered over one shoulder, she saw he was holding a short riding crop in his right hand, the leather strips dangling threateningly from the rounded tip. Rhonda jerked her head, trying to fill her lungs with air, as Jack cocked his arm back and brought the weapon down hard a second time. "Yaghhhh!"

The crop came down again and again, hitting the inner rounded curves of her asscheeks, then finally working its way into her split. She could feel the thongs yanking her shitter out of shape, the tips biting into her asshole, setting off wild fires of delight and pain.

And then Jack concentrated on her pussy, purposely aiming the leather on either side of her puffy pussy labes. She winced, screaming and pitching forward. Her body fell hard onto the sofa, twisting around and making it difficult for him to beat her ass. Swearing, he grabbed her hair and twisted, tearing more strands from her scalp and pushing her forward until she was squatting once more, bent over, her reddened, whip-striped ass high in the air.

"Uh! Ahhh! Mmmmffff!"

Rhonda was gagging on her own spit, chewing down on the ball again and again while her thighs trembled from pain and horror. Jack noticed this and brought the crop down hard against her rippling thigh muscles. All her nerve endings were aroused and tingling as he brought the crop down next against her spine, cracking the leather again and again while fingering her cunt. She grunted, his knuckles pressing against her clit while his fingers raped her fuck-hole.

Jack stopped for a second, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand, then gripping the base of the crop more tightly. He brought the leather thongs down across her ass, making the flesh blaze red until Rhonda thought she would faint from the pain. The hissing, whistling, clacking sound of the five black leather thongs combined with her muffled screams. The tempo of the beating seemed to increase in both speed and intensity.

Rhonda could only howl like a mad woman, her ass jerking up and down, her flesh growing red and purple with welts while cunt juice bubbled from her pussy and ran down her inner thighs. She wriggled her ass, her buns so very hot from the thrashing.

Just when she thought she would faint from the agony, Jack stopped, moving up to her and cinching the crop around her throat. He pulled back, the leather thongs tightening around the collar and pressing into her windpipe.

"Nnnnfnnffff!"

Rhonda's eyes bulged, her nostrils flaring while her lungs nearly burst from lack of oxygen. Struggling, feeling her legs move back and forth in those horrid leg irons, Rhonda sucked in spit instead of oxygen. She was dying, the world seeming to spin.

Jack released her, letting her crumple to the floor, coughing and gagging around the rubber ball. There was movement behind her. Jack was picking her up again, pushing her up against the sofa while still keeping her ass high in the air. All her senses were confused. She felt him pawing her ass again, spreading the asscheeks while he stuck fingers simultaneously in her asshole and cunt. He sawed them back and forth, fucking her, making her grunt like a stuck pig before yanking them out. She jerked and shivered against the sofa, hoping she would die.

It was then she heard the rasping sound of his zipper going down, then his jeans went down around his ankles.

"Man, good hot ass!"

He had his fingers wrapped around her jutting hipbones, her ass pressed against his hairy groin as he rubbed his prick back and forth over her sweaty asscrack. He was pinching her black and blue, kneading her flesh, then gathering it up into tiny balls and squeezing them between his fingers. When she squealed with pain, he pulled back, pressing his bloated prickhead up against her cunt.

It was a fire Rhonda had never expected to feel! All the pain, all the horror, all the degradation seemed to combine now in a wonderful hot sensation, driving her up the wall as Jack moved in and fucked his eight thick inches of cockmeat into her cunt. She was panting hard, feeling her pussy walls expanding itchily for the fat cockrod. It had been so very, very long since a man had fucked her. And she certainly had never had a man fuck her this way. The ropes slicing into her wrists, the irons chafing her ankles, the collar, the beating everything was adding to her arousal.

"Ugh!" she grunted.

Jack was fucking her harder now, his crotch beating her nearly as savagely as his crop had. Shoving his prick in, pressing his thumbs against the inner curves of her asscheeks, he rode her down, down onto the floor.

"Damn slut! Man, you're good and hot! Christ! I thought I'd fucked 'em all in my life. But shit! You take the cake, baby!"

Rhonda felt her cunt catch fire, her clit shrinking back while her pussy walls tightened like a vise over his fucking prick. Jack slapped her several times, finally hunching over her and biting the nape of her neck. She could feel his prick expanding, ballooning and jerking around in her pussy. He was going to do it, going to cum in her while hurting her this way.

When she felt him shudder mightily, Rhonda bit hard into the rubber ball, twisting and bobbing her ass while sweat oozed from her forehead. She was cumming, feeling the heat explode between her shivering thighs. Again and again, her cum-smeared cuntal walls clasped at the jizz-spitting prick, holding it while Jack's balls pumped more and more white-hot jizz into her fuck-hole.

When it was over, Rhonda felt herself prone on the floor, curled halfway under the glasstopped coffee table. Jack had already pulled the ball-gag from her mouth and was releasing her ankles from the cuffs. He was humming some country tune, not even paying her much attention while retrieving his toys.

"I'll never do this again… never," Rhonda said bitterly, refusing to look at him.

"That's what they all say… at first," Jack said with a laugh, swatting her playfully on the ass.