S&M mother

CHAPTER THREE

Cindy had nearly forgotten about Billy lying there unconscious. Then a soft groan brought her around as she turned her head and saw him still face-down on the floor. The horror of her situation sank in. Obviously Jack didn't care about whatever consequences would follow. He was out for pleasure now.

Tugging at her ropes, the big janitor enjoyed listening to her gasps of pain, her squeals of terror while he slipped his fingers along her asscrack until it touched her tight little shitter. Cindy froze, her mouth opening, when she felt that touch. When he jabbed his finger all the way in, the girl bucked against the sawhorse, seeing now why he wanted to bind her that way. She felt her asshole tingling with that touch as he squirmed his digit in until his knuckles were pressing against her white shivering assflesh.

She struck her knees against the sawhorse, her tits wagging back and forth while she worked her fingers against the ropes binding her wrists. She could see his feet moving around her. He had pulled his finger from her shitter and was stalking her slowly now, his boots scraping maddeningly over the concrete floor.

Cindy held her breath, afraid to make a move, terrified to make a sound. She quivered in her bonds, the rough beam of the sawhorse pushing painfully into her belly. For a moment she thought she would piss on her thighs, disgrace herself in front of this man because the terror was making her lose control of her bladder.

Somehow Cindy managed to keep control of herself.

He stopped in front of her now, his legs spread widely apart.

Cindy grew nervous. She was breathing hard, her chest tightening while her toes curled against the leg of the sawhorse. She felt something striking her hair. For an instant she thought he was tugging at the strands, about to yank them again and pull some from her scalp. Then there was a spattering sound followed by the smell of something awful. God, he was pissing on her!

Cindy gagged, the bile rising like stinging lava in her throat while her nostrils burned. She strained her arms and legs against the ropes, wailing, jerking the sawhorse back at least ten inches. Nothing could stop the piss from spattering against the back of her head.

Cindy moaned, turning her head to one side, terrified to open her mouth. She felt the steady pissing pressure just above her ears now. Her hair was getting slick with it, wet and plastered to her skull as the stream of yellow piss washed over her hair, dribbling down her cheeks and chin, finally spattering to the floor.

Struggling against the binding ropes, Cindy gagged and coughed, unsure if she could keep from vomiting while the big janitor finished pissing on her. The stream lessened, spattering against the back of her neck, finally dying away to a few drops dripping onto her back.

Cindy sagged against the sawhorse, panting heavily, feeling as if she would faint with disgust and anger.

"Man, that was a heavy load!" Jack grunted, flicking the final drops of piss from his prickhead and pushing his cock back into his Levi's. "Smells pretty fuckin' bad, don't it?"

Cindy lay there, feeling the oily, warm piss trickling down into her ears, into her mouth. She shook her head violently, shuddering with revulsion.

He swaggered away, bending over a double metal sink and filling a small pail with water. He came back, holding the container over her head, then dumped the cold liquid over her upper torso.

Cindy squealed, her heart skipping beats as the icy liquid froze her skin. She set her jaw firmly. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she was terrified.

Jack slapped her ass now with both hands, smacking and rolling her asscheeks.

She tugged frantically at the ropes chafing her wrists. He was pinching and squeezing her assflesh, watching her skin crawl, while Cindy still managed to keep her lips tightly pressed together. It was when Jack pushed his thumb and forefinger up into her asshole and spread them apart that her resolve crumbled.

Cindy let out a long gasping sigh, clenching her ass muscles together while rolling her hips.

Jack smiled. He pressed in farther, his jagged nails scraping painfully along her bowel lining while he pushed his other hand over her dripping cunt.

Cindy groaned.

"Man, sure feels good in there… all kinda warm and tight and sticky. Course, that's what your boyfriend over there did to you," Jack snarled, slipping one finger up into her cunt until Cindy felt him pressing against her cherry. She let out a squeal, jerking her hips up from the sawhorse as best she could. "Good girl. Kept him away from your cherry. That's gonna be for me."

"No!"

He slapped her ass, watching with a grin as her asscheeks jiggled, then reddened under the light blows. Against her will, Cindy let out a fart, her cuntal muscles tensing up while a trickle of juice oozed from her fuck slot.

Jack grabbed a wrench from the top of the workbench. He teased her, pressing the tool against the side of her face for a moment.

Cindy gasped.

Jack inspected the tool for a moment, then he turned the small screw near the top until the jaws were about a quarter-inch apart. Bending over, he rubbed her tits with both hands, bringing the wrench around until the head was touching her long, pink nipples.

Cindy flinched, shivering at the cold metallic touch. She felt him twisting the wrench around, bringing it up so her left nipple tit between the jaws. He began twisting the tiny screw, until the cold ribbed steel was pressing against her tit-tip.

Cindy panicked, rolling her ass around while her eyelids flickered with fear and pain. The tool was cinching down on her nipple, crushing the tiny nub and sending streamers of hot pain rushing up and down her spine. She tried yanking back, feeling the ropes cutting even harder into her flesh.

He turned the tiny screw three more times. Cindy jerked her head up, shaking the loose hair from her eyes and letting out a scream. He was crushing her nipple, smashing the long pink nub between the jaws of that awful instrument.

Cindy bobbed her ass up and down, feeling the rough wood cutting into her belly. Her knees banged against the legs of the sawhorse. He was really hurting her now with that awful wrench, the jaws squashing her pink nipple flat.

Then Jack let go of the tool, letting it swing down and tug her tit hard with its weight.

Cindy screamed, fearing the wrench would rip her nipple off.

"Now, for the other one."

Cindy managed to control her sobbing, shaking the hot tears from her eyes as she felt the painful, puffing weight on her right tit. The wrench pulled her tit down, stretching it, while the jaws still bit agonizingly into her nipple.

Through her tear-blurred vision, Cindy saw Jack taking another wrench from the workbench. She moaned in horror, her eyes widening to the size of saucers as he flipped the tool open, then brought it down to her left nipple. She felt the cold steel, felt the jaws biting down on her tit-tip until she couldn't stand it any longer.

"Uhhhh… agghhhhhh!"

The janitor moved fast now, screwing the jaws down until they clamped down hard on the nipple. He was crushing that tit-tip as well, screwing the jaws tight until he had her screaming for mercy.

Just when Cindy thought she would faint from the pain, Jack let go of the tool. It swung down, distending her left tit, banging like a chime against the other wrench.

Cindy sobbed. She felt the agony in her tits grow more and more. Her pert ass bobbed up and down, her wrists tugging at the ropes, while her ankles twisted against the legs of the sawhorse. Vainly she tried pulling away, but the ropes held her too securely, however, keeping her bent over obscenely, exposing her cunt and asshole to Jack's lewd stare.

While she sobbed and cried for him to stop, the big janitor slapped her ass until it reddened again, glancing every now and then at Billy to make sure he was still unconscious.

Cindy felt the blood rushing to her head once more as she collapsed against the sawhorse, exhausted by her struggle against the ropes and those horrid wrenches crushing her nipples.

It was when she saw him holding a large oblong object two inches from her nose that the girl blinked her eyes clear, calming herself for this latest ordeal. Moving back a little, Cindy realized he was holding a knife, a long, black handled knife. The blade gleamed in the dim light. She shivered, nearly forgetting about the crushing pain in her stretching tits as he twisted the blade and brought it closer to her face.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" She shook with absolute terror, feeling the cold blade pressing against the side of her face. The touch of the knife made her heart skip.

Cindy felt her tummy rubbing painfully against the crossbar of the sawhorse as her pulse raced maddeningly.

Jack brought the blade down slowly over her throat, down her shoulders, around her tits and toward her belly.

"No!"

Cindy tried drawing her knees together, wanting to hide her pussy from Jack. Surely he would notice how red her cuntlips were, how swollen they were as they rubbed itchily against one another. Hot flashes rushed-up and down her legs, making her feel so wanton, so daring.

Maybe it was the way she'd been tied up, the ropes cutting into her flesh, her sweat stinging into the reddened skin. Maybe it was the way her ass was exposed, naked and white, shivering in the air while Jack slid the knife slowly down her thigh, tracing the pointy tip along her jutting hipbone.

Cindy remembered the awful gagging feeling she had when the hot stinging urine washed over the back of her throat and clogged her nostrils. He would do something like that again, something disgusting, yet exciting.

The wrenches tugged agonizingly on her nipples, sending waves of pain throbbing through her tits. A low groan shuddered deep from her throat as the blade pressed more firmly against her skin. He was going to cut her open!

Cindy opened her mouth, to scream. The way he was pressing the surgically sharp blade against her flesh made Cindy fear the worst!

He brought the knife back up to her face, creasing her skin lightly with the blade while rubbing his crotch against her rounded, naked buttocks. Cindy lost control, pissing on herself, feeling the hot urine washing down both inner thighs.

Jack laughed, then he slapped her hard against the back of her head.

Cindy couldn't stop pissing on herself. She felt him slicing the knife across her lower back, the blade lightly cutting her flesh. She sobbed, feeling something warm, wet and sticky trickling down her sides, and she knew she was bleeding.

"No! Oh God, I'll do anything, just don't… don't hurt me with that thing any more!" she sobbed.

Jack hummed a tune while he brought the knife down around to her cunt. The soft, wet vulnerability of the area made Cindy struggle more frantically against the ropes, her body shaking the sawhorse, her hair flailing against her ankles. He slid the blade up to her cunt, pricking the hot wet lips, slicing into the swollen folds until Cindy felt her juice stinging deliciously into the tiny slits.

"Can't have a virgin round here fuckin' up my fun, can we?"

Billy moaned.

Cursing, Jack moved to one side and kicked him hard in the head.

He was back again, muttering under his breath, bending over and holding her cuntlips apart with his thumb and forefinger.

She had never been this stretched before in her life!

Then she felt Jack slipping the blade between her cuntlips, carefully twisting it around until the sharp point pierced her cherry.

"Eaghghghghghghghh!"

Screaming with pain, Cindy forced herself to keep still despite the pain shooting through her body. If she moved, she would surely cut her pussy severely on that poking blade.

Jack let out a grunt, pushing the blade in, cutting through the throbbing membrane until he had ripped it from its anchorage.

The warm trickle of pink froth against her inner thighs told Cindy she was no longer a virgin. Feeling her body relax in despair, the teen lay as if dead, not paying attention to the way Jack was moving around her. She felt him grabbing her hair, yanking her head up and thrusting her lips against something very hot.

Cindy could only think of her pierced cherry, of the blood that had washed down her legs, of the wounds striping her buttocks and lower back. The girl was a zombie for a moment, feeling something very hard and hot pushing into her mouth.

Her eyes widening, Cindy realized that he was fucking her mouth! He was fucking her throat, pushing his veined prickmeat into her mouth while gripping her scalp.

It was so vile she could hardly stand it, breathing with raspy gasps, while Jack pumped faster and faster, his balls slapping her chin. He tore at her hair while pumping his hips faster and faster, his bloated prickhead pushing out the insides of her cheeks as he puffed and grunted with delight.

He shouted, his feet striking the front of the sawhorse while he ripped her head up and forward. He was blowing his wad in her mouth, sending in sticky white streamers of his boiling jizz until she gagged with it. It was all she could do to keep breathing. She could taste and smell his cum, while Jack rubbed his lower belly against her face and groaned.

"Yeah, baby, that's it for now," he said, slowly pulling his flaccid cock from her mouth.

Cindy felt the stringy cum sticking to her throat.

"You and your boyfriend get outta here. And," he added with a grin, unfastening the ropes around her ankles first, "this ain't gonna be the last time ol' Jack takes care of that sweet ass."