Roped mother, raped daughter

CHAPTER SEVEN

Kathy sat on the sofa, her knees pressed tightly together as she stared off into the distance. To one side of her, the sound of the steady ticking of the oak grandfather's dock filled the otherwise silent living room.

She had been thinking about what had happens to her. She could still feel the hot water washing around in her ass guts. She could still feel those hands gripping her, the rough fucking, the shocked feeling she experienced when they told her about her daughter.

But what if they were lying? What if Betti wasn't involved in all this? That picture could have been faked. Jack and his friends were terribly clever and could have done something like that simply to torment Kathy even more.

Betti – involved with those punks! Impossible, she thought to herself, shaking the loose blonde hair from her eyes. Still, the nagging suspicion hung around her like a cloud.

She had to know. She had to make sure her daughter was free of this… this delightful horror. Delightful? Why couldn't she keep from smiling just a little as she thought of those feelings that had ravaged her?

Betti had just told her mother she was going over to Tina's for some studying this evening.

That was odd, Kathy thought, considering she hadn't heard from her daughter's friend for nearly a week. Tina was continually calling, tying the phone up for what seemed like hours.

The phone was strangely silent now…

"Okay. Mother, I'm off," Betti said, hugging her history books to her tits as she came into the living room and gave her mother a kiss on the forehead.

"Say hello to Tina for me," Kathy said, keeping her voice level.

How she hated doing what she was about to do – spying on her own daughter. They had built up a sense of trust, she thought, throughout the past five years. Her cunt throbbed, her fingers moving in tiny circles around her knees as she became aware of how her clothes pressed deliciously against her nipples and pussy. She was thinking about straightening out her daughter, and acted no better than a street whore, herself.

Kathy shook her head, realizing her breathing had become labored and shallow. She felt her nostrils flaring, as they had when Jack had fucked her. She felt shakier than ever and wondered if she was even capable of doing something like secretly following her daughter. There, the front door clicked shut. Kathy rose, feeling her cuntlips friction against one another as she walked to the front door. Nooo, she had to be stronger than this! She couldn't collapse or rush upstairs as she wanted to and finger-fuck herself. That was not her style, she thought, rushing through the door and dosing it quietly behind her.

Standing on the unlit porch and peering through the tall bushes on either side of the steps, Kathy caught a glimpse of her daughter walking quickly away. No, that wasn't the way to Tina's house. Her heart pounded as she stepped to the sidewalk, keeping well behind Betti. Oh, God in heaven, the girl was heading in the direction of that awful garage!

There had to be some mistake, Kathy told herself, cringing as she followed her daughter down the street. Tina ducked into a side alleyway. Kathy stopped at the alley, clutching her blouse, feeling a warm tear rolling down her cheek. Betti was going there. She knew her daughter was going there to the garage. Jack was right. The picture was real. Her daughter was involved with those horrid youths!

Somehow, Kathy managed to gather up the courage to follow Betti. She would confront them all, threaten them with the police. She didn't care if they told her daughter about what she'd done and how she'd acted. She had to get Betti out of this mess before it was too late. Creeping forward, she found herself there in the alley behind the garage. There were muted sounds of laughter as the door slammed behind her daughter.

Kathy could wait no longer. She wouldn't allow this to happen again. Sighing, the woman grabbed the rusty doorknob and twisted it, throwing the door open.

"I know what you're doing here, Betti – and I'm ashamed of you!"

"Mother! I… I had to come here!" Betti exclaimed, her mind reeling about as she stood there half-naked. Her books were scattered on the floor. "They threatened to hurt Tina, even to hurt you."

Kathy waved one hand in front of her as she surveyed the young men smirking in front of her. She started to grab at Betti, determined to yank her away from these awful youths. That was when she felt them grabbing her by the shoulders, ripping her away from the girl and throwing her hard against the wall. She could hear Betti screaming. Stunned, Kathy started sinking to the floor, a harsh sharp pain throbbing through her head. She could hear her daughter protesting as someone swaggered up to her. It was that blond be.

"Hey, Brad, you never had a crack at the old lady, did you?" Jack called out, punching Betti between her shoulderblades as she started to rush for her mother.

The girl's mouth tore open while her knees gave way. She screamed in pain, her body nearly snapping in two as she tumbled to the floor with a loud crash.

When Kathy saw Betti falling to the cement, the woman roused herself and pushed forward, her fingers curling in the air. She would scratch off his face. She would rescue her daughter and herself from these madmen! But Jack was quick, driving his fist into her belly with a sickening thud. Kathy doubled over, the wind whooshing from her lungs as sharp pains throbbed through her stomach. Seeing her mother falling to the floor, Betti rolled onto her ass, elbowing and crawling backward toward the back of the garage.

"Gag her," Jack ordered.

"No, you don't understand," Kathy cried.

"I'm going to take her away from all this!" Jack smirked and sneered, raising his heel up and bringing it down on her fingers. Kathy screamed, springing to life as she felt the tiny bones crushing under the pressing boot. It was all she could do to keep her sanity, her eyes rolling as the pain shot up her arm. She lurched forward, pressing her forehead against Jack's leg. More pressure. She screamed again, her voice shrilling. He was to break her hand! She could feel the pain throbbing past her crushed knuckles and spasming up her arm. Vainly, the woman tried puling her hand free. "There… now, you feel better?" Jack removed his foot from her hand. Kathy sighed with relief, quickly jerking her hand free and pushing it between her body and arm. How her fingers hurt! She blinked the tears from her eyes, not daring to look her daughter in her eyes. She lay back limply, trying to regain her breath. Betti lay on one side drawing her upper arms slowly over her naked tits. She felt so embarrassed to be exposed like that right in front of her own mother.

"Please, let us go! Let my daughter go, at least. She's so young, too young for you," Kathy pleaded.

Betti struggled and screamed, trying to get to her feet as she looked helplessly at her mother. Those stories were true! Her mother really had been involved with these crazy youths, just as she was. They had lured her here, calling her and threatening her with harming her mother when… when her mother was nothing more than a willing slave to them. Betti could have died with shame, thinking of what they probably had done with her mother.

"Hold the bitch there," Jack said, nodding in the direction of the cringing girl.

The girl felt strong hands gripping her shoulders. Brad ripped off her bra, laughing softly as her big tits flopped loosely against her chest.

Yes, the blond boy had savaged her friend, having beaten Tina across the face until he bloodied her nose before tearing her from the bonds and fucking her mercilessly again and again on the floor. He had fucked her dog-style, raping the girl twice before having thusly finished himself off by cumming in her face.

Through it all, Tina had cried and screamed for help from her impassive brother. No, Joe wouldn't help, and Betti couldn't either – just as she couldn't do one thing right now for her own mother.

"Now, you came here to spy on your daughter right? Or did you want a little action, yourself?" Jack asked, nudging Kathy with the toe of his boot.

Kathy shrank back, grabbing her injured belly and sliding against the wooden wall behind her until her asscheeks pillowed against the supports… She shuddered, her hand jerking a little as she end the towering stud warily. She knew what Jack could do. She had endured him and his cruelty earlier, and now lay aching on the floor, sucking in deep breaths. Jack dragged a chair around, straddling the back and looking down at her, grinning. How she bated that cat's smile! He was so sure of himself, so arrogant as she trembled like a defeated little animal at his feet! If only she could muster the strength and courage to attack him. Surely she could do that, do that one little thing for her daughter. But when she moved, Kathy felt a killing ache throb through her shoulders and belly. She fell back against the wall, dosing her eyes in defeat. "Why don't you tell me the truth? I kinda wanna hear about how you were going to sacrifice everything for her sake – some kinda lie like that. Right?"

"No, that's no lie!" Kathy gasped, looking at her daughter still prone on the floor.

Betti pulled herself up, shaking the stupor from her brain as she looked pleadingly at her mother.

"No, Mother, don't… don't say anything, please," she begged.

"Quiet, you little cock-suckers!" Jack snapped.

"Don't call her that!" Kathy protested.

Jack pulled a switchblade from his pocket and flicked the weapon open. The woman panicked as Betti screamed and drew back. Joe was behind Betti, reaching down and grabbing her hair only to twist it around and up. The girl's eyelids fluttered, her body shuddering as if electricity were coursing through it. She kicked out her legs, her arms jerking up as she clawed up at the boy's hands.

Kathy couldn't bear to see her daughter suffering that way. She started to crawl up, leaning against the wall behind her while she felt some strength returning to her legs. Betti continued to scream, scratching and beating at the fingers hurting her scalp while her legs buckled under her. Kathy lurched forward, diving at Joe like an avenging tigress. Quick as a striking rattlesnake, Jack kicked the chair against the woman.

"Ugh!"

Kathy fell back, the top of the chair striking her forehead and leaving a long red mark. She screamed, hearing her daughter crying out again for help as Jack moved quickly once more in front of her. She drew in another ragged breath, trying to regain her balance and judge where the next attack would come from.

The woman screamed as she felt Jack's fist sweep down and crash against her forehead. She fell back, her body snapping around while her legs slipped out from under her. Jack swung his booted foot back, kicking through a whistling are into Kathy's face. The woman shouted again, sure she could hear something snapping and breaking inside her skull. The room spun around while her head snapped back. She fell heavily, hardly moving while all sorts of sounds filled her head. Jack nudged Kathy with his foot.

"I told you, you shouldn't get too involved in this, lady. Now you're really in for it." He took the switchblade in one hand again, bringing it up to her face. When Kathy felt something cold pressing against her cheek, she drew back, finding herself eyeing that dreadful blade. She let out a err, inching back until she collapsed against the wall behind her. Someone kicked her again, this time the toe of the black boot bruising her belly. She doubled over, retching and gagging while the room darkened all around her. Kathy fought for consciousness. She had to remain awake for her sake, as well as for her daughter's.

"No, no, don't hurt us!" she panted, hardly able to get the words out, Joe and Brad yanked her up from the floor, dragging her to the far end of the garage and keeping her away from her daughter while Jack moved to Betti. Kathy struggled against the pulleys, tears blinding and burning her eyes as she heard her daughter begging Jack not to hurt her. And following every tearing, ripping sound of material, she could hear the girl's sobs increase until they dissolved into hysterical cries.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

It seemed an eternity. Kathy stood there, her head hanging down while the men held her firmly with both hands. When they finally turned her around, Kathy felt a shiver of horror ripple through her body. There was her daughter, suspended from the ceiling by a larvae rope. Her wrists had been bound together with a smaller piece of line that now cut visibly into the girl's flesh. Her arms were stretched higher over her head, the long, slim muscles pulled taut while her tits flattened against her upper chest. It was obvious Betti was trying to look as composed and brave as she could, tilting her chin defiantly up. But ripples of fear shivered over her milky flesh, making her terror obvious. Kathy started to move forward but felt the bullys' hands restraining her.

Jack was to Betti's right, pushing one hand against the girl's naked thigh and making her swing. Betti's jaw slackened, a ripple of pain shooting through her face as her body swung slightly from front to back.

"No, don't! Don't touch her! Don't move her like that!" Kathy protested.

"C'mon, Mrs. Watson," Joe said, copping a feel of Kathy's tits. "You knew this was gonna happen, right?"

"And man, the cunts around here are somethin' else. That Tina, his sister, is one strong, hot fuck," Brad said, laughing in Kathy's face.

"You, you animals! And you did this to your own little sister?" Kathy gasped.

"Hey, it's not like she didn't like it," Joe protested.

Kathy shuddered again, her feet slipping on the greasy cracked garage floor. Her only thought now, she felt, should be her daughter.

And now she could see those awful welts and bruises that told her that indeed Betti had been a victim of these young men. When Jack slapped her bare ass hard, squirming two fingers into her shitter, Betti squealed, her legs kicking apart. Spurts of piss shot from her tiny pussy, trickling down through her cunt hair and making the pulleys laugh.

"Scaring the piss out of her. That's the way I like my women," Jack snarled.

Kathy nearly fainted when she saw what they were putting her daughter through. Jack was holding something in one hand, something she hadn't noticed earlier. It was… oh God, a dildo of some sort! It was glistening, gleaming, metallic!

"I don't mind teachin' a little cunt like this some respect, and havin' a good time doin' it. It's better to learn this way," Jack said, wagging the dildo in front of Betti's face.

Betti was speechless. She watched as Jack donned protective rubber gloves, then pushed the dildo into her daughter's cunt. Betti's eyes widened once more, her nostrils flaring while she sucked in an audible ragged breath.

"No, don't…"

Kathy watched him tying something at the bottom of the dildo. She realized that it was electrified – probably battery operated. It wouldn't have the shock of a circuit-operated machine. But it could still shock. And shock it did, the electricity making Betti jerk and twist while her knees shivered against one another. Her nipples were swelling, turning a darker red while they stiffened and puckered. One scream after another tore from the girl's throat as her body danced about, jerking like an out-of-control marionette. She bounced up and down, screaming and begging them to leave her alone. Kathy shuddered, wanting to tear them all apart. But she knew their only hope was for her to remain sane, conscious. She wanted to beg for her daughter. But she knew no one would listen. And so Betti continued to twist and writhe, screaming as she threw her head back and looked wildly at the overhead rafters.

At that point, Kathy noticed Jack's hard-on. He then turned the switch off for a moment, signaling the others to drag the woman up to her.

"You'll suck me off while I fuck your daughter with this popping off her cherry."

"Oh, God!"

It was sick, sadistic, something she expected from the men by now.

"Take off your clothes. I like to see a naked woman suckin' cock."

Reluctantly, Kathy shed her clothes, slipping off her bra and stepping from her panties as the men looked on…

"Man she's almost better than her daughter," Jack remarked softly pulling his prick from his jeans and letting it stick out like a pole.

"Get down on your knees and suck my cock. And do a good job, or you'll trade places with your daughter here," he threatened.

Kathy didn't even look at her daughter as she dropped to her knees and took his cockhead between her lips. She heard him catch his breath as she flicked her tongue around the sensitive underside of his prick. She knew how to sued cock. Her ex-husband had liked having his cock sucked – almost more, she thought, than sucking and fucking pussy. But this was something new, something different. She was sucking cock while her daughter hung there and watched.

She took Jack's cock deeper into her mouth, her tongue making strong sweeping licks over the cockhead as she felt his prick pulse faster. "Good head, baby, mood," he purred.

She could hear her daughter cry out in pain again as a soft buzzing sound reached her ears. He was fucking Betti with that terrible thing, pushing the dildo in deep while Kathy sucked his cock. She had to bring him off fast, or God only knows what would happen to Betti. She bobbed her head back and forth, her big tits slapping softly against one another as he rocked his hips from side to side.

Betti was screaming even louder as Kathy felt the sour saute of jizz spatter over her tongue and slime her throat. Gagging, she still swallowed Jack's rum, hearing her daughter's cries slacken off.

Thank goodness she thought, feeling his prick soften between her lips. Thank goodness this was over.