S&M mother

CHAPTER TEN

"Mother!"

Cindy couldn't help blurting out the word, but the girl couldn't withhold her surprise.

Marie was too mortified to speak. She looked at the startled men, feeling as if the floor had fallen from under her. Thousands of questions circled her mind. But one unmistakable fact faced her – Cindy had somehow fallen prey to these men.

"Well, well," Jack said, winking at Brad. "Looks like we scored pretty fuckin' well. A Goddamned mother-daughter act!"

"Don't hurt her!" Marie said with anger rising in her voice.

She could see cum dripping from her daughter's lips, and she guessed only too well what had already happened. The marks on Cindy's body told the rest.

Marie wheeled around, her fingers clenched, waiting to pound her fists into the first man who approached either her or Cindy.

Brad grabbed her hands, twisting them around and behind her while forcing her to the floor. Marie let out a sharp cry of pain, her knees buckling under her, her body sinking to the concrete.

Cindy wailed, jerking her body against the awful bonds holding her in that same awkward, obscene position. She cried, not believing what she was seeing.

There was more tearing of clothes as the two men fell on the hapless woman, stripping her as if she were a rag doll, shoving and pushing her until only remnants of her bra and panties clung to her body.

Marie wheeled around, thrashing her fists wildly in the air as Brad stepped quickly behind her and brought down one hand in a slicing blow against the back of her neck. She shrieked, her head snapped back while she fell forward with a thud onto the floor.

"Get her legs up… over there, right above her fuckin' daughter," Brad said, nodding at two hooks driven into a low wooden beam running above Cindy.

Marie struggled through a numbing fog, feeling Jack roping her ankles together, dragging her over to her daughter and holding the rope tightly while Brad pulled a small stepladder to the wall and climbed to the top. Carefully he grabbed the end of the rope, holding it high and slipping it through one of the two eyehooks.

Slowly stepping down, he pulled the rope toward the floor, hauling her legs higher and higher until Marie could feel the weight of her body resting on her shoulders. She came to, writhing like a snake, jerking and clawing at the ropes.

Cindy cried out again, the tears blinding her as she watched her mother being lifted up from the floor, her body rising like a slender side of beef until her shoulders were clear of the concrete.

Marie's hair swept over the floor, her arms dangling down as Brad continued to pull on the taut rope. Overhead the woman could hear the eyehooks groaning with her weight as Marie felt the rope chewing into her ankles. They jerked her higher, each move becoming painful to her knees and hip joints.

In another moment, Marie felt her toes brushing against the overhead beam. She twisted like a swag lamp in a semi-circle, her eyes catching sight now of her daughter's cunt. She could smell the girl's arousal and she knew that Cindy had experienced the same kind of forbidden joy she had wallowed in these past few weeks. Her heart sank as she thought of what more they would endure.

"There. Got 'er locked in," Brad said, securing the free end of the rope.

He walked up to Marie, catching her by the hips and twisting her around until her face was even with Cindy's blonde pussy. Grinning, he pushed her forward until Marie felt her daughter's cunt brushing against her lips.

She pulled back, twisting her head away and spitting out the bleachy taste that coated her slick lips. Brad shoved her back against Cindy's cunt.

The girl squirmed, knotting her arms against the bonds while she tried to draw her legs protectively over her pussy. Her mother was eating her pussy! Her cheeks flamed red while her heart raced. This had to be the most shameful thing yet!

"Go an, baby, have a feast. Here, we'll give you somethin' to make you hot!" Brad said as Jack came up with a twelve-inch steel dildo attached to a small box. "Battery-operated. Not as good as the generator, but good enough for this."

Marie's mouth widened, her eyes bulging as she felt him screwing in the steel prick deep in her ass. Her thighs rippled while she jerked from side to side, feeling her tits bumping against her chin.

The big man pushed the dildo up into her bowels, her ass-guts kinking painfully while her belly rippled in revolt. With only a few inches of the metallic probe sticking from her stretched shitter, Marie felt Brad fumbling around behind her. In a moment the dildo began to vibrate rapidly, its movements sending tipples of lust rushing through her ass and smashing into her cunt. At the same time a light, stinging current sparked into her body, making her flesh rise into goosepimples.

Jack laughed at her, helping Brad push her forward until her lips once more bumped against Cindy's pussylips.

"Ooooowwww! Oh, Mother! Oh, ohhh! What's happening to me?" Cindy twisted against the ropes, holding her arms out wide, feeling her mother's tongue begin wagging back and forth in her dark, moist pussymeat. She was feeling tingles down there, prickly tingles along with the silky licking along the insides of her outer cuntlips.

The girl, sighed, closing her eyes and finding herself giving into the delightful feelings. She bucked back, her ass flattening against the wall while her cunt winked shut on her mother's wagging tongue.

"Go for it, bitch! That's it! Eat out your daughter! She digs it!" Brad encouraged.

Marie wagged her tongue deep into Cindy's hot little pussy, tasting her daughter's flowing juices while Cindy wiggled her ass against the wall.

Tears flowed from Cindy's eyes while her thighs rippled with the forbidden pleasure burning between her legs.

Marie felt her daughter writhing and twisting in front of her. She forgot about the blood rushing to her head, the way her body was straining against the ropes cutting into her ankles. The dildo shoved up her ass was sending more sparks into her bowels, making her organs shiver while her sphincter tightened, relaxed, then tightened again against the invading thing. All she thought of now was that delightful hot, furry muff wriggling up against her mouth as she stabbed her tongue in and out, in and out like a tiny cock. She could hear Cindy's whimpering, could feel her warm cuntmeat juicing more and more as they both edged up toward climax.

In a moment she felt the wild spasms shaking over her daughter. She hunched and shivered, her pussy trembling. She stuck her tongue in furiously, wriggling it up to Cindy's clit while the dildo seemed to climb another inch into her ass.

Marie let out a howl, wild explosions hitting her again and again as she gasped into her daughter's cunt, sticking her tongue in and holding it as stiffly as she could.

Cindy was crying, her voice frantic, tight, high-pitched, telling Marie and the others that she was cuming.

Finally Marie collapsed, feeling Cindy's cunt slackening against her probing tongue while the juices stopped flowing. Her body spasmed once more, then reined completely while the dildo shoved up her ass continued to sputter and vibrate against her bowels.

Marie curled her toes, feeling a warm glow settle over her flesh. It felt so good.

Brad shut off the sparking machine, twisting it around and puffing it from her violated asshole with a greasy pop. He let Marie swing back away from her daughter, her nipples caressing her chin.

Marie was glad she couldn't see her daughter. She was too ashamed. She had done awful things, and Cindy had liked them! Her daughter moaned softly as the men pulled on the ropes and let her body slide down to the floor.

Cindy fell into a fetal position, curling her legs up and resting her chin on her knees while locking ha hands around her ankles. They dragged her to a small stool, throwing her onto it, while they continued to leave Marie dangling from the ceiling.

Marie saw her daughter upside down as Brad held her and whispered something to his friend.

Jack was grinning hellishly, rubbing his palms together, before he rushed off. He was gone for some time.

Marie heard clattering sounds.

Every now and then Brad would shout something while Cindy just sat there, her eyes staring off into space.

Marie shuddered against the rope.

There were more clanking sounds.

Marie wrenched her body, swinging it from side to side, trying to rise up once more and reach the bonds that gripped her ankles. It was useless! It was then when she saw Jack reappear with something in his hand. It was a branding iron, the circular disc at the end glowing red from heat!

Cindy came alive when she caught sight of the thing, throwing back her head and shrieking while her legs kicked out.

Brad held onto her firmly, pinning her arms behind her back until her tits jutted out firmly. The girl went wild! Her hair splashed around her head while her feet kicked back and forth, nearly upending the stool. She screamed and howled like an animal, no longer the daughter Marie knew. Her face was twisted in agony while spittle frothed from the corners of her mouth.

When Jack brought the branding iron up between her thighs, Cindy pissed on herself, losing all control while her body arched up from the stool. Jack's back blocked most of the action, but Marie could hear her daughter's screams turn into a sustained wail that shattered her eardrums.

Cindy screamed and screamed, the smell of burning flesh filling the room immediately. There was a harsh smacking sound, then silence.

Marie watched, horrified, as her daughter slumped to the ground, an ugly red burn mark branded on her left thigh.

"That's to let her know who owns her. Now, for the mother-bitch!" Brad snarled.

Marie's eyes swept over her daughter's body, then came back to Jack as he disappeared back behind the furnace.

Brad was holding her hipbones now, twisting her body, examining her thighs.

"He's heating it up again in a bowl I've got back there made for just this occasion," Brad explained, tracing one fingertip along her right thigh.

Marie shuddered at his touch, unable to comprehend what was happening to her.

"This, you might say, is the culmination of the evening. You and your daughter. That was a nice surprise. Now both of you belong to us," he said, finding the exact spot that he would brand.

"No, no, you're wrong! You'll never own us! We're not slaves!"

Brad laughed, shaking his head as Jack returned once again with the burning iron.

Marie broke off her protests, her mouth growing dry while her hair stood on end. She saw the burning disc, saw the glowing red circle of iron as it came closer to her. She started screaming. She clenched her fists, swinging them at the men as they held her.

She could feel the hot branding iron up against her flesh! They were going to burn her alive! Her flesh quivered, as the heat grew more and more intense.

"Yaghghghhghghh!"

There was pressure, then an incredible sense of coldness. That quickly changed to a hellish heat, a burning that seared her.

Marie let out another cry, then fell silent, her hanging, twisting body smoldering under the attack of the branding iron. The room was strangely quiet for the first time in hours.

"Mother, do you think he'll like me in black, or should I just wear the sweater?"

"The sweater will be fine, dear. Don't worry about it. We won't be wearing much later anyway."

Marie stood by the door, the car keys dangling from one hand. She wished Cindy would hurry. They would be late, and she shivered to think of what punishment Brad would mere out if that happened.

How strange, she thought. How odd it was that she and Cindy were doing this as if they were going to the market.

Cindy skipped to the front door, gave her mother a happy peck on the cheek, then entered the car.

Another night had begun.