Roped mother, raped daughter

CHAPTER TEN

Betti's climax had peaked like a thunderbolt, the power of it shattering her mind and making her twist like a rutting animal in the gutter. But that was some time ago. Betti had had time to think since then. She had quivered with a wild ecstasy, her cunt sparking while her nerve endings were quivering with the memory of that awful electric torture. Now it was over.

She lay huddled in one corner of the darkened garage, ropes binding her wrists and ankles together while a rubber ball gag had been stuffed in her mouth, secured with a leather thong. Jack had wanted that. Be said it turned him on, seeing her tied up. Betti didn't doubt it. But what else could he do to her? He had fucked her so many times, had beaten her, degraded her. Surely he would tire of her and let her go.

Her mother? Betti cleared her mind, trying to think about Kathy, and finding only a blank there. Had they let her mother go? No. She didn't think so. They had roped Betti while her mother lay groaning in pain on the floor, shoving her behind this partition and slamming the door. Would they forget her? She doubted that…

Things were not going well for Kathy, either. Unlike her daughter, the woman was the focus of much attention right now. They had left her on the floor for the moment, while they tied up Betti and dragged her off to the corner.

In that small period of time, Kathy had managed to creep toward the side door. She saw it was unlocked. Yes, she could get through it, maybe run for help. She no longer thought about the scandal that would follow her discovery. Just getting out, getting help was the only thing that mattered. She let out a sigh, stretching one hand up and touching the brass knob with her fingertips. There! It was turning. "Ow!"

Jack had caught her. He had purposely left the door unlocked that way to give her false hope. That, perhaps, was the worst torture of all. She drew back, crawfishing away from him as best she could.

"You think you can get away from us… with your daughter here? You'd leave her alone with us? I doubt it," he sneered.

Kathy tried to rise to her feet, but fell back, her muscles weak. Jack saw her weakness and laughed, pleased with what he'd accomplished.

"The daughter's okay for now. Grab this slut while I get some things ready," Jack said to the other boys.

Kathy's head lolled, her will and strength ebbing once more. Joe and Brad dragged her forward, more willing to obey Jack now that they each had had turns fucking the women.

There were clattering sounds coming from the other end of the building, where Jack had disappeared. He returned. At first, Kathy thought of more electrical torture of more beatings. But no, this was different. She looked more closely, leaning forward while the youths still held her tightly around the upper arms. It was a kind of stove, the outdoor kind, but more antiquated than anything she'd seen in the stores.

"Bought this at a swap meet last month," Jack explained, setting up the device.

Now Kathy could see a scoop-like compartment under the pot-like trough where charcoal rattled about. There was a small canister of sterno, something Jack checked then opened.

Immediately, she caught the smell of flowing gasoline. In a second a flame was lit and the coals started to come alive. Joe and Brad dragged her back to the wall where a pair of wrist shackles hung three feet from the cement floor. They manacled her to the wall, watching as Jack pulled out three long branding irons. Kathy squirmed, her mind whirling as she focused on the pot and the awful irons inside. "The iron hot enough?" Joe asked, his lips curling into a grin.

Kathy looked up and saw his face change in that moment from a her's to a man's. Jack had done his dirty work. He had turned this teenager into a maniac, just like him. She shuddered, hearing the iron hissing against the side of the bowl as Jack dragged it up by the wrapped handle. She could smell the odor of the hot iron. She choked, knowing what they were about to do.

"You know, sometimes it really helps if a broad's got something to remember us by. I think I've got just the ticket right here," Jack said, nodding toward the burning pot.

"Oh no, no!"

Branded! They were going to brand her! Kathy felt she wouldn't survive this kind of torture. Her hell on earth would be over, she thought, wondering what would happen to her daughter if she were to die right now. Jack's boots scraped the floor, the walls echoing his footsteps. She wondered if her daughter would be able to hear her final screams as the iron burned into her flesh. He looked at her, turned, then picked up the first branding iron. The tip was glowing red, the heat radiating to her face. Kathy licked her lips, her eyes wide with fright while her heart beat so hard she thought it would tear through her ribcage.

"Now, where do I put it?"

"No, no! Don't touch me with that! Oh please, God in heaven, don't touch me with that!"

But he had already decided. He passed the glowing iron over her head, then brought it down to her asscheeks. He held it five inches from her supple, meaty buns. She broke out into a sweat puling at the manacles that chewed into her wrist flesh. Her forehead wrinkled while a cry caught in her throat.

How strange that now, just as she teetered on the brink of death, her pussy seemed to be glowing nearly as hotly as that branding iron dangling over her ass. She could feel a climax rapidly building. Jack had found her weakness early and was exploiting it.

"No!"

The cry was for herself, as well as for the maniac about to brand her. Her eyes widened, her skin crawling with excitement as well as terror. Had she crossed that forbidden line, the line she had always known was there?

She wiggled back against the wall, her wrists twisting in the manacles as her eyes followed that glowing rod carefully. The iron shaft swung over her lower spine. Kathy cringed as Jack traced the swells of her ass with the tip of the poker. He dropped it down another inch, the glowing heat now reddening her ass flesh. She tried squirming away. But there was no place to bide. She sobbed again, her tits aching and throbbing while her nipples tingled. There was a riot of hellish desire, a lust that knew no morals as she hung there on the wall.

Jack's cock was straining, pushing against his Levi's while he swung the iron closer to her bare ass. At one time, she thought he would brand her ass. But then he brought the red tip up to her face, threatening to blind her with one touch.

"She's a little whore, starved for cock. Right, pulleys?" Jack said with an awful laugh.

Before they had a chance to answer, he reached down, grabbing her cunt with one hand. He pressed his thumb down until he was massaging both her asshole and pussy. That glowing branding iron was drawing closer to her ass again. She bit her tongue to hold back the screams. The tip came closer, less than half an inch from her ass flesh. She breathed more deeply, her chest heaving as a bright red spot appeared on one of her shivering buns.

Jack hesitated only for a moment, then he brought the rod down all the way and let it rest against her sizzling flesh.

"Aiyseesee! Eseeseeseer!" Kathy screamed, feeling the burning heat blaze through her ass flesh. He was destroying her, setting her on fire with the dreadful thing as she flinched and gasped with the awful agony. She could hear the hissing sounds of the hot poker against her flesh. Oh God, it was awful, worse than she could have imagined! Kathy pressed her body against the wall, straining at the manacles. Spasms racked her cunt while the awful burning pain in her ass increased.

Jack paused, moving the poker over to the other asscheek and watching her closely before bringing down the slightly cooled iron against her flesh.

"Yaghghghhhh!"

Kathy screamed until her throat was raw.

Thrashing like a wild woman she yanked on the manacles again, swearing and sobbing as tears ran from her eyes. Her naked ass shook while a storm of wild climaxes soared through her cunt.

Jack snorted with disgust kicking her around until her body twisted, revealing her branded buns. Stretching her asscheeks apart with one hand, he brought the poker around, the tip now relatively cooled from its former high temperature.

"Here, take it, bitch. You want cock so bad? You got something here a lot stiffer and hotter." Kathy gagged, spit welling up in the back of her throat and choking her as she felt his fingers rudely spreading her asscheeks. It was there, that burning iron, pressed against her asshole! Only this time it wasn't nearly as hot as before. Still, the woman cried out, her legs shooting apart as the hot metal rod fucked in.

"Uhhhhh…"

Kathy's body jerked and twisted, the pain lingering. It worked like a taunting lover, making her pussy drool and the lust surge while her ass gobbled up more and more of the hot poker. Her tiny clit jerked and twitched, her thighs rolling and twisting as one wave after another of mind-splitting climax shot through her.

The awful poker stabbed her ass guts again and again, making the woman gag and whine. Her cunt itched and spasmed again as the metal rod slowed down in its fucking. Finally, the iron cooled to her body temperature.

Two large red marks appeared on her asscheeks, souvenirs of what had happened.

Joe and Brad disappeared for a moment, returning with Betti.

"Oh God, Mother!"

They forced the girl to stare at her mother's branded ass while they tugged at her ropes, "Okay, bitch, see your old lady? You can thank God we didn't get to you yet. But we've got more time later for both of you and that little slut of a sister you got, too, Joe," Jack said, nudging his buddy in the ribs.

The stink of fucking was like a heavy perfume in the old garage as the women dragged themselves to the door dressed in what ragged garments they had left. The boys pushed them out, laughing and swearing as they slammed the door shut. Kathy braced herself against the garbage cans behind the building, her clothes rubbing painfully against the recently burned areas of her ass. Betti was crying softly on the other side of the alleyway, her knees giving way.

"No, don't, don't give in," Kathy whispered, rushing to her daughter's side.

The move caused her some pain. But she couldn't let the girl surrender like this.

"You've got to be strong," she whispered.

Betti nodded her head, acknowledging her mother's advice. Yes, she would be strong, strong as her mother.

They had survived, with their sensibilities intact, and that was all that mattered at the moment. There would be time later to deal with the strange and dark passions the boys had awakened in them.