Whips and chains for mom

Chapter 10

"Now, baby, when I fucked around with you before, I thought I could throw anything at you and you'd come around and throw it right back."

"No, that's not true!" she protested, feeling as if she were lying in her throat. "I'm not that kind of woman. I'm not!"

Chuck threw back his head and laughed. "You're just that kind of woman. And now we're gonna see just how far you can go."

Joan watched as he dropped the poker into the flames. Tugging futilely at the straps, Joan realized painfully her position. She let out a sharp, hysterical laugh, shaking wildly, jerking and twitching as if someone were stabbing her. Her cries flooded the basement. Chuck smiled, glad he had produced his reaction. Reaching down, he slapped her, open-handedly three times, finally bringing the screeching woman around.

"Ohhhbhh!"

Joan felt her flesh crawling with terror, and an unspeakable delight as the coals cracked and hissed in the bowl. The sparks rose, dancing and twisting together as they rose toward the ceiling. Chuck stood there, hands on his hips, waiting for the iron to heat. Cracking his knuckles before her, he glanced at her from time to time, licking his lips, then moving over to the bowl to see how things were going. His lips were now curling into a sadistic smile. Chuck grabbed the iron and stirred it around the bowl, the sound of iron against iron making Joan twist about in her bonds, perspiration dotting her wrinkled forehead.

"Yes, just about ready," he finally pronounced.

Joan stiffened, her body alive to every stimulus. She raised her bead from the stone slab, her eyes rounding as she saw that the shaft closest to the disc was white. The remainder had turned a dull gray.

"Oh no, no," she whimpered, trying to draw herself into a ball.

"You don't like this new cock? You were rutting like some Goddamned slut before, when I was fucking you with this thing."

"But… but it wasn't hot… not the way it is now," she stammered.

"That's true," he admitted, hefting the iron again, waving it through the air, then moving it up to the woman's startled eyes. Joan pushed back as much as she could, her heels digging into the stone. Her heart was beating wildly as Chuck examined the disc, then moved away from the big bowl.

"No, no, oh my Jesus… no, don't… don't do this thing!"

Joan's teeth chattered against one another while every square inch of her body felt alive. The sight of the rod so hot burned into her brain. She felt dizzy, faint with terror. Chuck smiled, lowering the iron until it was inches from her right thigh.

"Noooooo!"

Joan fought with the straps, her muscles ridging against her dampened slick flesh. The restraints creased her flesh as the iron dropped yet another inch. Chuck was carefully moving the iron about, an inch from her flesh. Joan stopped her wild thrashing, realizing one false move could send her body up to the burning iron.

"Uhhhhh!"

Chuck moved the rod down, down toward her pussy. For a moment, Joan thought he would ram it in her cunt as he had earlier. Only this time there would be the smell of gutted flesh. Instead, Chuck let the iron drift up a little, the heat making her cuntal mound quiver. She could feel the cum and juice drying under the heat while the rest of her body shivered in terror.

"Poor little cunt. All nervous," Chuck said mockingly, letting the disc burn down her frizzy cuntal cur1s.

Joan watched her blonde hairs blacken and curl down to her swollen flesh. The heat slipped into her fucksiot like a warm, licking tongue, making her clit stand up again. Chuck noticed her change in attitude and sighed with satisfaction.

"Now, for the tits."

He moved the disc up once more until it was above her right, nipple. Joan shrank badc1 tugging ~at the restraints, her eyes nearly crossing as she watched with horror.

"It's said that heat'll make those nubs even redder. Do you believe that, Joan?"

"No!"

"Well, let's see-just an experiment," Chuck muttered, dropping the disc against her right nipple.

At first, Joan only felt the pressure of the disc. Then there was a chilling sensation followed by a horrid, searing burning feeling that knifed into her brain. The woman screamed the cries of the damned, her voice shrilling past anything human as the burning poker singed her nipple. Joan arched her spine until it threatened to snap from the pressure, her shoulders beating the back of the stone slab. Never, never had she thought she would feel such burning agony. Chuck pulled the poker up from her nipple, looking down at the red, burned tit tip.

"Ain't bad. You'll survive."

Her screams stopped, her body sagging back to the slab. Twisting about, Joan sobbed out her pain, her lit feeling as if it were going to burn forever. Chuck threw the poker back into the bowl, sending more showers of sparks curling up toward the ceiling. The blonde worked her ass from side to side, fighting back the pain threatening to overwhelm her. Chuck reached down, stirring the poker around and around, impatiently waiting until the disc grew hot once more.

"No, no, don't… don't touch me with that thing," she stammered. "Please, I'll do anything."

Her head was shaking, spasms racing up and down her spine. Her tits drew up, the brown tiny tips hard and glowing. Her belly tightened and spasmed, the eruptions tormenting her body rushing down to her cunt.

"Sure you will. After this thing brands you, you'll do anything. But I ain't gonna stop. You're gonna be mine, and the iron's gonna prove it."

Joan sobbed, shaking her head wildly, tugging at the restraints as she watched Chuck withdraw the poker once again and drop it toward her thighs. The hot iron was glowing between her thighs. Again, Chuck was careful not to touch her flesh or cunt yet, grinning hellishly as more of her cunt hairs shrivelled down to her pussy. Chuck was sliding the thing down toward the bottom junction of her cuntlips, watching as the woman froze, waiting for the killing touch.

"My Christ, no, you mustn't. You mustn't touch me with that… aghghghhbghhhhh!"

The heat was baking her crotch, licking at her clit, making her groan while clenching her asscheeks together like two tightening fists. Even as she screamed and begged for mercy, Joan wandered what horrible painful delight the hot, hard poker would bring her.

Chuck dropped it two inches to the left of her pussy, letting the curved bottom end of the disc rest against her thigh. Joan screamed and screamed, her voice threatening to tear out her throat while her body jerked and twisted against the restraining bonds. At the same time, exploding over the massive spasm of pain, came the first contraction of her climax.

"Yghghghghghghhbhhhh!"

"You love it, you Goddamned bitch, you love it, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes!" Joan admitted, screaming the answer through her teeth.

"Then take it!"

Chuck's hand trembled again, the disc dropping down toward her clit. The woman let out another howl, feeling the inferno curling into her cunt. It passed through her humid fuckhole, searching for and finding her clit. It was like a hot, sucking mouth. The heat of the iron knifed into her bloated fuckbud, fondling it, dragging it, spiking it until Joan thought she would surely lose her mind. And when Chuck touched her clit with the disc, quickly withdrawing it, Joan felt madness sweep over her. She was no longer a human being. She was something else, something transcending humanity while her clit came and came and came!

"Yaghghhghghhhhh!"

Even as she screamed and yammered, she wondered how she could stand such intense pleasure and not die from it.

"Take it, bitch!"

"Yes, yes, all of it!"

Chuck suddenly withdrew the iron. Joan felt stunned, shivering, wanting to reach for and embrace that glowing thing with her thighs. Chuck brandished the iron, holding it close to her face, then throwing it back into the bowl. The woman winced, hearing the metallic clink of the iron striking the sides.

"This is the time to fuck you now, baby. This is it!"

"Now! Yes now! I wanna cock! I wanna cock!" Joan screamed, while the big man untied her ankles.

She stared wild-eyed at him, her senses over whelming her as he climbed onto the stone slab and threw himself onto her body. His brutality, the way he slapped her, pinched her, knocked her thighs apart with his knees, everything about it thrilled her! Joan cried out, her arms aching, her shoulders throbbing while he centered his cockhead over her cunt. And then in a second be had buried his full eight inches into her cunt, thrilling her cit again with his huge fat cock.

"Yaghhfhfhhfhhhh!"

Joan jerked from side to side, spreading her thighs wider, jerking her ass up from the stone slab. She felt hatred and delight and pain all combine into a heady mix, sending her into wild spasms of delight. Chuck shoved down hard, his ass shaking while his ankles rubbed against the stone. Joan thought her back must be a mass of cuts as he slammed her again and again against the slab. He thrashed her with his body, his groin grinding against her cit. And then suddenly he reared up and tensed, filling her with his jizz.

"Yaghghhghfhhfhfffff!"

Joan climaxed again, this time her cunt squeezing down hard on his shooting cock. She thought of the iron, of the bonds, of everything he had done to her, and her cunt cinched down hard as each wad of spunk shot into her fuck hole. When he was finished, Chuck shook the sweat from his head, bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders and pulling his cock from her slackening cunt. Joan was exhausted, a whimpering mass of abused flesh as she lay there, her arms still bound to the sides of the slab.

"Baby, this is only the beginnin', man. You and me, we're gonna meet again real soon and take care of this itch," he said, stumbling off the slab, then hefting his big balls with one band while scratching his cock provocatively with his other band.

"Oh God, God, what've I gotten into?" the woman groaned, thanking God that at least her daughter Shari bad been spared meeting this kind of man.