Roped mother, raped daughter

CHAPTER NINE

Betti had been fucked by the hardest, stiffest, biggest cock in the world. Or so it had seemed. Of course, she thought with a secret smile, she was so dumb about things like this. She wasn't as experienced as some girls at school, not even as experienced as her mother.

Her mother. Betti's lips turned downward immediately into a deep frown. She sighed, shaking the hair from her eyes and looked down at the pink froth still wet between her legs. Jack had raped her, torn her cherry in that foul way.

And still, she couldn't hate him – not the way she hated her mother now.

The boys had something else in store for the women. The tall blond called Brad had been left out of the fun – or so he complained. Jack acknowledged this, slapping his buddy on the back and turning Betti over to him. Brad stood in front of her now, scratching his head, looking down at her ankles still bound tightly to the support beam. Betti tugged at the ropes, stretching one hand tentatively back to try to untie them. Brad brought his foot down, crushing her fingers under the heel and making her cry out in agony. The pain shot up her arm, making her body shiver while hot tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. He kicked her hand back, pressing his filthy heel against her face and pushing her head back to the floor.

"Hey, take it easy, man, you don't wanna break the toy, do you?" Jack asked, putting a restraining hand on his buddy's chest.

"I wanna try that crank generator. Yeah, that one," Brad said, rubbing his crotch and looking down at the trembling girl.

Brad had been something of an unknown, a boy in the background. In all the madness going on, Betti had even thought of him as being less harmful than the others. She soon learned otherwise.

Jack pulled out two beers, opening both and giving one to Joe while Brad took the small hand-cranked generator and put it down to the right of the girl. Betti watched, remembering the clamps earlier that attached her to the car battery. When she tried to move again, he backhanded her, his knuckles knocking her hard against the chin and stunning her. Groaning, the young girl rolled halfway to her right side, her legs folding over one another as Brad untangled the black electric wires and stretched them over her body.

One, two, then three wires were clamped to her inner thighs. She looked down with widened eyes, her pulse leaping as she saw the small black pads near her cunt. How it still ached from the firecrackers and the fucking. And now this? She brought her hands down again.

"Damn! Somebody hold the bitch back while I wire her up," Brad said.

Jack reluctantly put down his half-empty beer, producing a pair of steel cuffs and slipping them onto the girl's chafed wrists. How they hurt! The steel bit into her bruised flesh, drawing out more pain while her arms remained pulled behind her back. She was trapped face down, helpless as before. Brad grunted approvingly, sticking two wires up into her shitter, then drawing out two more black damps and pushing Betti over roughly onto her back.

"What are you doing to my daughter?"

Kathy rasped.

"Playin' chess. Hey man, hook up this slut, too. Let's watch 'em both wiggle around," Jack suggested, swallowing the rest of his beer.

Joe followed Jack, walking a little unsteadily up to Kathy and reaching down for her wrists.

The woman protested, drawing away from him, her jaw still aching from the mouth-fucking she had endured. Joe grabbed her wrists firmly while Jack took the rope that had held her daughter's hands, binding the woman quickly like a roped calf. He soon had her on her belly, one foot planted firmly between her shoulder blades while he finished tying the line around her wrists. Kathy let out a groan of defeat, staring angrily at the men over her and wishing she could reach a knife – something that would even the score.

"Here, drag her over here," Brad said, pulling out two more wires and handing them to Joe.

Kathy grimaced. Joe was stepping on her thighs, threatening to crush her legs with his boots if she moved while Jack snapped two dips on either side of her clit. She brought her head down, biting her lip, knowing now she was hooked up to the transformer attached to her daughter.

"Now, this is almost better than the battery," Brad said, taking the crank in one hand. "You get a lot more wattage and amperage from this direct current, and it makes 'em feel it real good."

Betti lay there breathless, feeling the clamps biting into her body like tiny animals nibbling at her tits, cunt and asshole. She remembered being wired up before, squirming in pain and pleasure atop the car while those wires beat against her wriggling body. It was happening all over again. But this time, Brad had implied there would be more pain. In a moment she knew what he meant.

She watched the big fingers strip the handle watched the small dial move around, once, then felt knives tearing through her muscles. It was the worst agony she had experienced yet! Betti screamed, arching her spine and beating the back of her skull against the floor while her arms and legs jerked frantically against the restraining bonds. She screamed until her throat throbbed, spit frothing on her lips while her eyes bugged out.

Shocks ripped at her tits while her bowels cramped horribly under the electric attack.

And then it was over. Betti fell back exhausted to the floor, dragging in raspy lung full of air as her vision came back. It was there she realized her mother was moaning as well, her body jerking and twitching like a speared fish inches from her. She tea had been wired to the hand-crank generator.

"No more, oh God, no more," Betti sighed.

But that was simply a cue for Brad to get on with it. He turned the crank again, sending more voltage into their bodies. Both women jerked obscenely on the floor, their bodies writhing and snapping uncontrollably.

Betti felt her bones throbbing as if they would shatter from the pressure and pain. Her joints ached while her flesh felt as if it were on fire and being peeled from her muscles. She howled in agony, her mouth a torn-open scar while she pulled against the rope holding her to the support beam.

Brad looked at the two women with growing interest, twisting the crank around and around faster and faster. They shrieked and shrilled more loudly, their bodies twisting and jumping more frenziedly against the cold concrete floor. Betti felt shocks jolting her clit while her ass guts seemed to catch fire and burn up and out to her shitter. She farted continually, piss spraying from her fuck-hole and shorting out the wires jiggling around her cunt. Her lips had turned purple and diamonds of spit stood on her chin and cheeks. Cunt juice speckled and dried on her tense, rippling thighs while the searing pain ripping her insides apart made her scream more loudly than ever.

Betti could hear her mother shrieking, her cries becoming more and more plaintive as the amperage burned through her flesh. Betti tried looking at the woman by her side. But the agony kept Betti flat against the floor, beating her body against the concrete.

Brad was turning the crank around faster and faster now, sweat dripping from his forehead, Kathy had arched her spine and lay bridged over the floor. She shivered, her body growing so taut the men thought it would snap in two. Her muscles were hard as steel, shivering and rippling against her sweaty-damp flesh while sparks flashed occasionally from her purplish nipples. Her eyes were wild, wide, rolled up in her head until only the whites showed while her tongue lolled over her lips. It was impossible to know whether she was conscious or not. The electricity had taking over all control, surging her body while her cries had turned into gagged, strangled moans.

Betti still fought that awful current blasting into her. But she felt something odd happening to her again, the same sort of thing that had happened with the firecrackers. Her cunt clinched, moved and twisted like a fist as if… as if she were being fucked by a long, hard, thick prick. Betti wailed pain stalking her like a wild animal while her cunt jerked and spasmed in climax. It was a wonderful feeling, the orgasm intensified by the agony sparking through her electrocuted body. She shuddered, jerking against the rope holding her down while the smell of her burning flesh excited her.

Brad was excited, turning the crank faster until his hand was a whir.

Betti thought her skull would explode. She could feel her flesh sizzling while her cunt surged to orgasm one more time. Her mother's cries were no more than a faded memory as she jerked and twisted in an obscenely erotic rhythm to the burning amperage.

Brad's balls ached. Quickly, he shut the machine down, puling off the wires while the girl rolled back and forth, screaming and crying out after feeling the current stop, Betti sobs and cries only aroused him more as he pulled down his jeans and knocked her knees apart.

After having fucked her mother in the mouth, the blond youth was excited once again by the thrashing, wailing, tortured girl.

"No!" Betti cried out.

Brad impaled her pussy, his hands squeezing her injured nipples while he fucked his cock deep, ripping through her bruised cunt and stinging her clit. The itching, aching force of her climax spread through her pussy. Betti scratched her fingers against the floor, feeling her body shuddering as his prick struck her clit again and again like a hammer.

"Yagh! Yagh! Ugh!"

His prick was grinding her insides, pounding her pussy while gouts of his cum spilled into her guts. Betti shouted, feeling her orgasm peak.

Oh God, God in heaven, this was so much better than anything she had ever felt in her life! Why in God's name had she fought it for so long? She came and came and came, wishing the fucking would never end.