Roped sitter, chained mom

CHAPTER SIX

Joan decided she wasn't going to tell Jack about her experiences with her son. She didn't know how he would take it, and besides that, she had really been humiliated.

When Cindy came to stay with Howie, Joan noticed the girl was withdrawn, not looking at Howie. She could understand Cindy's reluctance to stay alone with the boy. Apparently, she had said nothing to her father, either. Cindy seemed more shy than usual. She had not been a shy girl before just a little withdrawn. But now she seemed to try and shrink into herself. Her shoulders slumped, her head low.

The girl had a very good figure, but now it looked to Joan as if Cindy were doing everything she could to conceal the thrust of her young tits.

As Joan left the house to visit with Jack, she saw her son looking at Cindy, his eyes glowing with anticipation already. She shivered as she closed the door behind her, hoping her son wouldn't hurt the pretty girl too badly. There wasn't anything Joan could do to help. Both she and Cindy were in a situation of secrecy. Neither could say anything. Otherwise, it would blow sky high, creating trouble they didn't want.

"Fucking cunt," Howie said as soon as his mother was out the door.

Cindy's shoulders jerked, and her face turned pink.

"Look at me, cunt!" Howie demanded.

Afraid to refuse, Cindy lifted her eyes. She didn't raise them any farther than his crotch. Howie had taken his cock out and was slowly jacking off. Cindy watched, shivering, afraid of what he was going to do with her.

"I didn't think you'd say anything to your father," Howie said. "You're just a cunt and afraid to let anyone know what happened."

She gazed at his swollen cock, twisting her hands in her lap nervously. His cock was hard and throbbing by the time he turned it loose. Her shoulders slumped a bit more. Howie opened his pants far enough to lift his balls out. He slumped in the chair, legs wide, looking back at her.

"Raise your dress, Cindy," he said.

Her shoulders shook, and she looked Howie right in the eye. She didn't say anything, but Howie saw defiance there.

"Lift your fucking dress, cunt!" he said harshly, sternly. "Lift your dress and show me your pretty panties."

"Howie, this has gone far enough," she said with a shaking voice.

"That's what you think," he grinned wickedly. "Now, raise your dress or I'll tear it off."

"You wouldn't!" she gasped.

"Try me, cocksucker."

Howie would, she knew. It was in his eyes. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do to her. Cindy wondered if she could get away. But he was strong, very strong.

She lifted her dress.

"Well, how about that?" Howie laughed. "You ought to be ashamed, Cindy."

Not understanding, she looked down. Her face turned beet red. She didn't have her panties on! The blonde curls of her cunt showed between her creamy thighs. She had been, so absorbed in thinking of ways to stay away from Howie, she had forgotten her panties! That was the reason, she told herself, it certainly couldn't be that she wanted to go without panties!

"Spread your fucking legs," he said, his eyes taking on a gleam that told her she had to obey.

Cindy opened her legs, crying silently with shame.

"Farther," Howie whispered, his voice thickening with desire.

Cindy sat on the couch, her dress held up and her long legs very wide. When he told her to scoot her ass forward on the cushions, she did.

But Howie wasn't satisfied. With his cock sticking out of his pants, he stood and went to her. Cindy looked into his face fearfully, afraid to move.

"That is a pretty cunt," he said, running his hands through the soft pussy hair. "Pink and tight. But it's not wet, Cindy. You're supposed to have a wet cunt."

He slapped her pussy.

Cindy shrieked in pain, her legs clamping reflexively. "Owww! God, that hurt me!"

"I know," he giggled, pulling her legs wide again. "And I can hurt your cunt worse."

"Please, don't!" Cindy sobbed, her eyes flooded with tears. The pain burned, and the heel of his hand had smashed against her tender cunt when he slapped her.

"Get out of your clothes," he said, his cock almost painfully swollen. The scream had excited him, and his balls seemed tight. "Take everything off."

He turned and walked away.

For a moment she sat there, sobbing with misery, her cunt seared with pain. She was just standing up to remove her clothes when Howie returned. He was carrying an old kitchen chair, backless except for the upper back. Where he had gotten it, she had no idea. There was no bottom to it, just a rim. The four legs were not braced, just four posts to hold the chair up. It looked as if it had once had a wicker or cane seat, but no longer.

"You're not naked yet?" Howie asked. "You better hurry or I'll tear your clothes off, Cindy."

She worked with fumbling fingers so fast that she ripped buttons from her blouse. She finally stood naked, trying to conceal her shapely tits and cunt, crouching slightly. It amused Howie to see her modesty gone, to see the blush of shame on her beautiful young face. Placing the chair in the middle of the floor, he grabbed her arm, pulling her.

"Sit in the chair," he said. "No, not that way, you cunt! Turn around and straddle it, put your tits against the back."

When she complied, she found her ass sinking through the ring, her cunt seeming to open. Howie quickly tied her hands behind her back, then drew the rope to the bottom of the chair, securing her hands so she couldn't move them. That done, he lifted her tits over the back of the chair and began winding clothesline about her until she was pressing to the chair back. He tied the rope over her tits, but left her nipples exposed. The tighter he pulled on the rope, the more her nipples thrust out. Then he went to work tying her feet to the legs of the chair. When he stepped back to examine her, he could see her bare ass drooping through the open bottom, see her gaping cunt.

Tears flowed from Cindy's eyes, dripping from her cheeks and splashing on her tits. She sobbed silently, her eyes closed. Howie pinched both her nipples very hard, making Cindy groan with pain. His cock was standing out and his piss hole was very wet as he pressed forward. He rubbed the head of his cock about her nipples, smearing her flesh with the oozing juices from his piss hole.

Moving behind her, he realized he had not tied her enough. Looping clothesline about her small waist, he secured the other ends to the ring of the chair. Now she couldn't move at all, hardly even wiggle her ass. Satisfied, he walked around her to make sure he had not forgotten anything else.

Howie picked up a leather belt, a narrow strap that would cut flesh if he hit her hard enough. He swished it through the air, and Cindy's eyes opened when she heard it. She saw the belt, and her eyes grew big with fear.

"No, Howie, please!" she groaned. "I don't like it! You're going to hang me, Howie! God, please don't hurt me!"

"A little pain won't kill you, Cindy," he said. "I'm just going to warm your pretty little ass up, that's all."

He's an uppercut sort of swing with the belt from behind Cindy. Although it struck her ass, the ring of the chair caught most of the force. Cindy whimpered, but he wanted to hear her screaming with pain. He tipped the chair over until her face was on the floor. Her ass presented a lovely target now.

Getting to his knees, he ran his hand over her swelling ass cheeks in a gentle way, feeling each ass cheek. He fondled her pooching cunt a moment, then he stood sand undressed himself. Cindy couldn't see what he was doing, but she knew he was undressing; she could hear the rusiling of his clothing. Hoping against hope that Howie would simply fuck her, then untie her; she shivered. She didn't know how he could fuck her in this weird position on the chair, but that was what she wanted. Getting fucked, even though she felt nothing from it, was preferable than getting hurt.

Standing on his knees, Howie swung the belt up through the legs of the chair. The belt smacked Cindy's naked ass in a resounding whack. She screamed as the burning pain went through her like a broken darn of water. The belt left an angry red stripe on her naked ass, right across both sweet, creamy ass cheeks. Howie rubbed the mark tenderly, breathing fast with excitement.

He began to spank her harshly, lashing time and again with the narrow belt. He didn't hit he hard enough to break the skin. He didn't want that. Soon her ass was a fiery red, and the screams and sobs Cindy made served to send his balls into writhing pleasure. His cock was very, very hard now. He gripped his prick tightly, squeezing to stop a sudden discharge.

Dropping the belt, he lifted the chair back up, setting Cindy upright again. Her face was smeared with tears, and she was gulping for air. Her ass was burning hotly.

Howie scooted under the chair, looking up at her red ass and cunt. He kissed the sweetness of her ass, licking the red marks with his tongue. When he licked along the slit of her cunt, Cindy groaned. Her cunt, surprisingly, was wet now. She was reacting to his brutal spanking, reacting in a way she thought impossible. Not only was her ass hot from the belt, but Cindy found her cunt hot with desire. She couldn't believe this cruelty could make her want his cock, want it in her cunt, fucking her. Her cunt felt swollen, and it throbbed with unexpected pleasure.

When Howie tapped his tongue across her cunt, dragging it into the cunt slit, Cindy actually came close to coming. Her sobs turned into whimpers, and she tried to wiggle her ass, but couldn't. He was running his hands over her ass while licking her cunt, and she gasped in delight as he thrust his tongue up her cunt. Howie fucked his tongue in and out of her pussy, then pulled her knotted cunt between his lips and sucked. And the harder he sucked her cunt, the more excited Cindy became.

She gazed down at his cock standing up so hard. She wanted his cock now, wanted it badly. She wanted Howie's hard cock fucking her, fucking her hard. Her pussy became very juicy, and Howie was sucking the pussy juices like a thirsty boy. Cindy whimpered as the pleasure became ecstasy. She wanted to get her hands on his cock, to jerk it, to stuff it into her cunt and fuck him frantically. If he would fuck his tongue up her cunt again, she felt as if she would come.

But he stopped sucking her pussy.

Scooting from beneath the chair, he stood up and grabbed his cock, pumping it a few times as Cindy watched, her eyes taking on an excited, glassy expression.

"You want some cock, cunt?" he asked, moving his cock close to her tits. "You want this cock up your fucking cunt, Cindy? How would you like it rammed this cock up your shitty asshole?"

"Howie…" she replied softly, licking her lips, her eyes riveted on his prick. "Please, Howie."

He turned from her, bending to the side of the couch. She saw the vise grips in his hands, and her expression changed from desire to fear again.

"What are you going to do with me?"

Howie snapped a pair of grips onto her right nipple. Cindy howled in pain as they clamped down. Howie laughed in a wicked tone.

"Oh, God! Howie, it hurts!" she shrieked.

"This tit is gonna hurt, too," he said gleefully, and placed the second vise grip on her left nipple.

The pain seared her tender tits, yet her cunt seemed about to explode into an orgasm. It was unbelievable that she could feel this horrible pain and also be about to come.

Howie tied clothesline to the grips, then pulled the cord of one to a hook in the floor. Then he did the same to her other tit. The cords pulled tight, the grips stretching her nipples, pulling at her tits. The pain was severe, but her cunt seemed to pulsate even more. Cindy was sobbing with the strange feeling of pain and pleasure, and her cunt was so very close to coming.

"Do those pretty little titties hurt, cocksucker?"

"God, yes!" she wailed.

"That's nice," he grinned at her.

Howie once again scooted under the chair, this time shoving his hips beneath her hanging ass. With one brutal thrust, he fucked his cock up into her cunt. Cindy howled again, but now in pleasure. She felt something this time as his cock fucked into her pussy, he felt her cunt grab at his cock of its own volition, squeezing it between the hairy cunt lips.

Howie, looking up at her, began to fuck his cock in and out of her slippery cunt Cindy, her eyes sparkling with wet tears, began to moan with pleasure for the first time by a cock fucking her. But Howie didn't keep it up. He pulled his cock from her cunt and rested his ass on the floor a moment. He ran his hand along her juicy pussy, his finger rubbing her puckering asshole.

Then he rammed his finger up her ass.

Cindy shrieked with the unexpected penetradon. But his finger felt different than his cock. In fact, it felt good.

"Ohh, Howie!" she moaned.

"You like it, huh, cunt?"

"Oooo, I think so," Cindy murmured.

"You'll like this better."

Howie pulled his finger from her asshole, his hands pulling the cheeks of her ass very wide. Her asshole seemed to pucker and, without warning, Howie fucked his cock into her asshole.

Cindy screeched with the sudden penetration, and her asshole gripped his cock at the base. Howie fucked his cock in and out of her asshole, grunting as he slammed up hard, making Cindy's tied-up body jiggle. As he fucked her tight asshole, he began to pull down on the strings holding the grips on her tits. Cindy cried out as the extra pressure was exerted on her nipples. They stretched painfully. She began to cry loudly, turning her head from side to side, her lovely blonde hair fanning about.

Howie poked his cock up and down, fucking hard into her asshole, then jerking his cock free and ramming it deeply into her cunt. Cindy almost came with that first plunge into her pussy. But Howie pulled his prick free, then stood up again. He pressed down on the cord holding her tits, sending a fiery pain through her tits again.

Taking his third pair of vise grips, he clamped them onto Cindy's cunt. It felt to her as if he had smashed her cunt beyond repair, and the screams came from her until her throat was hoarse. The grips, hanging down by their weight, stretched her cunt the way her tits were stretched.

"Take it off!" she screamed. "Oh, God… you're pulling my cunt off, Howie! Take it off me, please! You're going to kill me, Howie!"

He snickered, stroking his cock slowly. Cindy looked erotic to him, the grips pulling at her tits, the other grips hanging down lewdly, stretching her cunt, the cheeks of her ass hanging between the seat of the open-bottomed chair.

He shoved his cock to her face, and Cindy jerked her head back. He yanked her hair, bringing more screams from her.

"Don't ever jerk away from me, you fucking cunt!" he snarled at her. "You jerk away from me ever again and I'll sew your fucking cunt up, pull your cunt hairs out one at a time!"

He rubbed his cock across her lips. Cindy tasted the juices of her cunt on her lips, smelled the odor of shit on his prick. She grimaced and almost choked, but he was pulling her hair hard, jerking her face into his crotch. "Open up, damn it!" he snarled.

But Cindy refused.

Howie slapped her face, very hard.

"Now, open your cocksucking mouth! Now, you cunt!"

Helplessly, sobbing with pain in every part of her body, Cindy opened her lips. Howie's cock slipped between them, and she felt it sliding across her tongue. His fucker was wet from her cunt, and there was a shitty taste. She gagged on his slimy cock.

Gripping her blonde hair with both hands, Howie started jerking her mouth back and forth on his cock, thrusting forward as he pulled her face into his crotch.

"You've got a hot mouth, Cindy," he grunted, fucking deeply, the swollen head of his cock banging at her throat. "You've got a sweet, hot, wet mouth. Just like your hairy cunt… I'm gonna fuck your face, you bitch! I'm gonna fuck your cocksucking face and come down your throat!"

She didn't suck on his cock, but it was big enough to stretch her lips, make her mouth feel tight. She could feel his prick throbbing between her lips, and the juices on it from her cunt coated her tongue. Hating what he was doing to her, she found the taste of his hard cock in her mouth suddenly good. Her cunt, despite, or because of the pain, began to throb with a fiery heat again. Her cunt, smashed by the grips, was trying to swell, and she knew her cunt was dripping.

Yanking at her hair, Howie pushed and pulled her face on his cock. He was breathing swiftly, snorting and dancing on his feet, watching her lips on his cock. His balls drew up tight at the base, smacking Cindy's chin, her lips being tickled by the wiry cock hair.

"Take it, bitch!" Howie grunted.

His cock began to gush, spraying thick come juice into her mouth. Cindy gagged, closing her throat to keep the jizz from running into her stomach. Her mouth filled with jism until her cheeks ballooned outward, and the come juice seeped past her tight lips, dripping down to her tits.

"Swallow it, you cocksucking cunt!" Howie yelped, his cock spurting powerfully. "Swallow my come juice or I'm gonna rip your hair out by the roots!"

Cindy began to swallow his jism out of fear. The thick come juice entered her throat like scalding liquid, her throat working in wet sounds. Howie laughed wickedly as he came, his eyes bright with ecstasy.

Removing his cock from her mouth, he ran his fingers over her tits, smearing them with the come juice there. Then he wiped his hand across Cindy's lips.

"Good, huh?" he grinned at her. "You like eating jizz, don't you, cunt?"

Cindy began to spit, trying to get the taste out of her mouth. Her cunt still burned with expectant orgasm, though. Her lovely young face was flushed, but not with shame. It was because of her overwhelming desire to come, a feeling that could not be denied.

"Since you love to suck a cock," he said, "and love that load of come juice in your mouth, you'll flip for this, you bitch."

Howie began to piss on her.

"No, not that!" she howled, feeling the hot piss drench her tits. "Please, Howie!"

He laughed loudly, lifting his cock and pissing into Cindy's face. She closed her lips and eyes quickly, moaning with shame. The hot piss streamed down her body, dripping from her face. He pissed into her blonde hair until it was almost plastered to her head. Tears mixed with his piss, and the more she cried, the better Howie liked it. He sprayed golden piss up and down her body, pissing on her exposed stomach, then her tits, and again into her face. Cindy felt the hot piss stinging her tightly closed lips.

To her horror, her cunt suddenly burst into orgasm. It was such a powerful orgasm, her whole body went tight, then started shaking. The strong convulsions of her cunt caused the grips on her cunt to sway.

"Ooooo," she moaned, her face grimacing with ecstasy. "Ohhhh God!"

"See, you came," Howie laughed. "Your cunt was so fucking hot, and you loved sucking my come juice out of my balls so much, you came."

"Yes, I did!" she whimpered.

And as her orgasm faded, Cindy yelped with embarrassment.

She was pissing a strong stream.