Roped mother, raped daughter

CHAPTER THREE

Betti and her mother were just finishing dinner that evening.

Kathy Watson didn't much like her daughter's friend Tina, thought the brother was on the brink of delinquency, and certainly didn't care for their mutual friend Jack. Still, she didn't want to interfere with her daughter's life. Kathy had worked too long and hard, she thought, in building up trust and communication between herself and Betti. It was especially important after that ugly divorce. She didn't want that trust destroyed now.

But that Jack… how he bothered her! The way he came around scratching his groin when he stared at her.

Fucking! The horrible word, the disgusting thought flared in her mind whenever he came over with Joe and Tina. And that had been more and more lately. Betti seemed ill-at-ease lately with them, something Kathy was both puzzled over and pleased with.

Perhaps Betti was outgrowing that trashy group, she thought grimly as she finished sipping her strong evening coffee. Kathy liked her coffee strong, something to perk her up. God only knows, she needed something like that to spice up her hum-drum life. Perhaps a man…

And then the image of Jack flashed through her mind once again.

"No!"

"Is something wrong, Mother?"

"Hm? Oh, no, no, dear." Betti was clearing away the dishes, careful sliding them into the dishwasher. It was another nice evening – too nice, perhaps. Certainly, too dull. That was the one thing Tina and her brother and that sorry friend of theirs seemed to provide for her daughter. At least, Kathy thought glumly, they brought some life into the girl's existence.

"I'm through now, Mother. I'm going upstairs to finish my American history homework."

Kathy smiled wanly, receiving a polite peck on the forehead.

Alone again, her daughter upstairs dutifully doing her schoolwork. What mother wouldn't give anything to have this happening rather than standing at the police station, wondering if her daughter was in jail? But still, something was missing. And Kathy knew what that something was. Her cunt ached for it.

Even now she could feel the flames of passion licking up her thighs – like a man's tongue, she thought, her fingers trembling against the coffee cup. She set the cup on the saucer with a nerve-jangling clank, drawing her knees together and working her thighs against one another until she could feel the sexy slide of her cuntlips against her clit. How easy it would be to sneak away for a while, slip off to one of those singles bars she had seen so often from the outside. Kathy knew she was still attractive. There were plenty of men out there looking for a little strange pussy. A drink, some polite conversation, then to a motel room for…

"No!"

At that point the phone rang. Hoping it was one of her friends from down the street, Kathy pushed those awful images from her mind and picked up the receiver.

"You Betti's mom?"

It was Jack. She could tell from the deep, arrogant voice. A chill swept over her as if the breath of hell itself had touched her.

"Yes. What do you want?" she said nervously.

"Whoa! You're ice tonight. Thus ain't like you usually are – you know, starin' at my crotch and all."

Kathy nearly fell to the floor, twisting the black coiled plastic cord in her fingers while leaning heavily against the wall behind her. What on earth did that punk have in mind? "Get off the phone. And if you come over, I'll call the police and…" He was laughing huskily. She could imagine him standing in the dark somewhere, the receiver tucked between his chin and shoulder while he was playing with his cock. She had received dirty phone calls before, and didn't doubt this was another.

"No you won't… not if you want to know what your daughter's been doing. Right?" Her heart froze, skipping beats like mad.

Did Jack have something to tell her? She wanted to run from that possibility. No doubt, it would be something she wouldn't like to hear.

"What do you want?"

"You, baby. Come on over to my place. I'm just a few blocks down from you. And come alone, okay? I got somethin' here you might want to see."

"Hello?"

He had hung up. Kathy slammed the receiver down. Should she say something to her daughter? Would Betti even admit to knowing Jack more than casually? Was this some sort of prank? Everything rolled around in her rattled mind as Kathy slipped quietly from the back door.

Kathy had no recollection of rushing down the street, nor of ducking down an alley until she came up to lack's house. He was there, waiting outside.

"Well, what do you want?" she asked coldly, squaring her shoulders and looking about nervously. In the gathering dusk, she was certain he couldn't see her concern and growing fear.

"Come in here… in the garage," Jack said.

Kathy hesitated for a moment, then stepped in behind the youth, keeping an eye on the door at all times. It was dark in there, so dark she accidentally banged one knee against something very hard. Almost immediately, Kathy was aware of someone else in the room. It stank of oil and gasoline, making her wrinkle up her nose as she started backing away toward the door.

A small yellow light came on near her, revealing Jack. He was holding something. A photo! Turning it, he pushed the picture into her face. Kathy's jaw dropped open, her mind spinning as she looked at the image. There was Betti, stripped naked, draped over the hood of some car. Her ass was red. Yes, it was Betti, even though the girl in the photo had her head turned from the lens.

"The little slut doesn't even know I've got this," Jack said, tapping it against his chin. "Just a kind of insurance – to make sure she comes to me alone."

"She… no, no, I won't believe it! You doctored this up somehow to… to get me in here. Well, it won't work," Kathy said. "I won't fall for this kind of… of filthy…"

She started to turn away when a hand lurched from the darkness and strong fingers gripped her elbow. Kathy found herself jerked back, yanked into the darkness while the door lock clicked.

"You… you won't get away with this. They'll find you… find you and arrest you for this!" Kathy threatened.

Someone was pawing at her dress. She jerked away, only to find more hands tearing at her collar. The woman screamed, half doubling over while flailing the dark with her fingers. It was when she stumbled forward and fell to her knees that she knew her game was over. Jack rammed his knee up into her chin, sending her tumbling backward. Her dress flew up around her waist, exposing her panties. Screaming, she pulled her dress down, crawfishing backward, her ass dragging against the cold, filthy floor.

Jack followed her, sidestepping her kicking feet, laughing cruelly at her. Kathy was about to say something when she felt herself bump into a set of legs. There were several young men around her – at least three, she thought, including Jack. When one figure dropped down, she saw it was Tina's older brother Joe.

"Oh, my God! He's got you involved in this, too?" she moaned.

"Sorry, Mrs. Watson."

"Ain't nothin' to be sorry about. You've probably wanted to fuck the old lady, just like you made the daughter suck your cock."

"What?" Kathy gasped.

She couldn't believe this was happening. She struggled against the restraining hands. She heard tearing, ripping sounds and realized they were stripping her of her dress. She could feel the ragged ends of the garment sliding over her naked arms as she twisted there on the floor. Jack was in on the melee now, pawing at her, tearing at her bodice, then pulling the dress down over her ankles.

She somehow managed to twist herself up onto her knees, scampering away from the pulleys like an animal on all fours.

Jack booted her in the ass, the force of that blow sending Kathy sprawling face-first onto the dirty concrete floor. She skidded several feet before coming to rest just short of the closed garage door. Looking around, Kathy tried rising to her feet, only to receive another knee jab against her chin. The woman flipped backward, her legs sprawling widely apart while her arms stuck out crucifixion style.

"Ugh!"

Kathy couldn't believe these boys, these children, she thought, who could have been her sons were doing this to her.

"Oh!"

Someone had ripped the bodice of her dress completely off. She felt her tits springing free, slapping against one another as loud, coarse laughter exploded behind her. It had been Joe, Tina's brother, who had done this to her! She turned around, scowling at him as she covered both tits with her hands.

"What's the matter, baby? You don't wanna show these pulleys just how much you got to offer a man?"

"Wh-what did you s-say?" Kathy stammered.

"Come on."

Jack scooped her up, pinning her arms behind her and thrusting one knee into her lower back. Kathy groaned, the pain shooting up and down her spine while her hips rolled under the pressure lewdly. Someone else was pulling down at her skirt – a young blond boy, perhaps a little older than Joe, who was standing there gawking at her. The woman rolled her hips, feeling the panties snuggling up against her cunt. Joe sprang into action again, racing up and curling his fingers around her briefs and tugging them dawn.

Kathy twisted around, kicking at the boy then jerking her hips back to keep anyone from stripping her. But she could do little with her arms pinned painfully behind her. Joe pulled her panties from her ankles, bringing them up to his nose and sniffing at them deeply while the others laughed.

She was naked now, stripped nude by these animals while Jack held her elbows nearly pinned together behind her.

"That's it, baby, walk around. Show us your stuff," he growled, pushing the woman forward.

Kathy stumbled away from Jack, her shoulders aching from the abuse. She swept the long hair from her eyes, looking around and seeing the pulleys standing around and leering at her. She froze, one hand cupped over her pussy while the other drew up once more around her nipples. She was so ashamed, she could have died right there. Jack muttered a curse under his breath, reaching down and pulling his long black leather belt from his jeans. Kathy heard the hissing sound of leather against cloth and turned just in time to see him doubling his belt and raising it high in the air…

She shuddered, her knees trembling while sweat broke out on her forehead. She watched as the belt came down in a broad are, hissing through the air like a snake before it smacked dryly against her right shoulder.

Kathy screamed, nearly falling to the concrete floor as a hot ribbon of pain exploded on her shoulder. Rubbing the injured area with one band, she rushed to one side of the garage. In the panic racing through her, Kathy stubbed her toes twice on some metal pails, tumbling head over heels until she wound up crumpled among some gardening tools. Joe pulled the rakes and hoes roughly to one side, the dangling sound shattering her nerves. Kathy stretched out one band, pushing it through a tangle of green garden hoses as she tried to extricate herself from the mess.

Jack kicked her in the ass, pulling down on her ankle and dragging the woman out from the pile until she lay naked on her back. Two of the youths were towering over her now – Jack and the blond boy. Shielding her eyes with one hand, Kathy felt a tremor ripple through her body. Never, ever had she felt this naked, this vulnerable before in her life.

"Up!"

Jack dragged her up by one arm, nearly dislocating her shoulder with the pull. He smacked her on the ass with the doubled belt, bringing it down against her tits a second time. The woman screamed, trying to cover herself as best she could while lunging away from the maniac. Again she tripped, stumbling, catching herself, then stumbling again. Someone slapped her face, stunning the woman while Joe reached down and cupped his fingers around her pussy. She screamed, feeling him digging two fingers into her cunt and twisting them around. He was breathing heavily, his eyes wide and glistening while he wrapped one leg around hers, trying to force her back onto him. Drawing her elbows back, she jabbed the youth hard in the belly, knocking the wind from him. But Joe had learned from Jack, recovering quickly while curling his fingers in her cuntal thicket and yanking out a fistful of her pussy hairs.

Kathy screamed again, her eyes rounding as she doubled over and sank to her knees. Throwin' the ripped cunt hair down, the young man cuffed Kathy against the side of her head knocking her completely to the floor. She lay there, one arm draped over her head, sobbing uncontrollably while drawing her knees up against her tits in a fetal position.

"Come on. Let's get this bitch propped up so we can show her what it's all about," Jack grunted, slipping both hands under her shoulders and puling Kathy up from the floor. She muttered something, shaking her head and looking blankly around the garage. Her feet seemed to be slipping under her as her head lowed back, her long blonde hair swinging over her naked ass. What, dear God, were they planning for ha next?