Paul Gable

Her mother in bondage

CHAPTER ONE

Marcie Williams stood in the small room, standing on tiptoe and peering out the window. She saw the fence – tall, strong, topped with barbed wire. It looked forbidding. The barbed wire made her flesh crawl. The teenager wiped a tear from her eye and looked at the gathering darkness. She'd been in this awful place for nearly a day now. In the distance she could hear dogs barking.

"Oh God!" Sobbing, Marcie turned from the window, hugging her body protectively, wondering what on earth was going to happen to her next. Kidnapped! The word made her gasp for breath. The girl closed her eyes and fought down the terror rising in her throat. No, she couldn't give in to these vague fears. She didn't even know what these men wanted. All she remembered was some pounding at the door. Her mother wasn't at home.

"Oh, it's getting cold!"

Marcie rubbed her palms briskly over her arms, feeling the goosepimples. What possibly could these men want of her? Her mother had no money, not really. Rhoda Williams, Marcie's mother, was a widow who worked as a registered nurse at St. John's Hospital in Santa Monica. Her pay was barely enough for them to get by on. When those two men burst into the house, threw some cloth over her head and dragged her out the back door, Marcie couldn't believe this was really happening. What on earth could they want?

The girl sighed, wondering what would be in store for her. Stories of what kidnappers did to their victims, especially if they were young and attractive, flashed through her mind. They were animals. They'd strike tomorrow, or possibly tonight. It was inevitable. Marcie became faint with terror.

Stretching out an arm, the girl supported herself, trying not to think of this insanity. The thought of her being taken by force to this out-of-the-way spot was almost hilarious. For a moment Marcie thought her kidnappers might be sex fiends, taking her just for pleasure. Rut then they would have raped her in a moment, violating her in the car.

Instead they had tossed her inside a smelly room, then locked the door without saying a word!

Marcie was a fully developed teenager with thirty-six-inch, high-riding tits, a waspish waist, long lithe legs, and a pretty face framed by long, blonde hair. Her full tits and ass made many a man turn his head. Plenty of boys at school had wanted to fuck her too. But, miraculously, Marcie had managed to keep her cherry intact, fending off anxious studs with their crawling hands. Several times in parked cars they had managed to get their hands up her dress to cop a feel. But that was their last date with her. No, Marcie wasn't going to wind up in a maternity dress just because some guy wanted to get off.

She paced six feet in one direction, six feet in another. What were they going to do to her? If only she knew. Marcie thought she'd be able to face anything if only she knew!

The frustration, anger and tenor brought about a change in her that she found strange. Surprisingly the girl discovered her pussy was becoming hot and tight. The more she thought about her captivity and the possible horrors it could entail, the more aroused her cunt became. Why? Why on earth should this imprisonment delight her in this odd way? Marcie closed her eyes, passing one hand over her burning forehead. It was so confusing.

"What is this?" she moaned, swaying back and forth.

Glancing nervously around, Marcie sat on the floor, then she glanced quickly at the window then the door. She'd brought herself off many times before, thinking of one or two of the guys on the football team while moving her fingers through her cunt. This, she thought, would be a perfect time to take care of the bothersome itchy ache that plagued her now.

Her mother had told her that good girls don't "touch" themselves. That term was so outdated, especially considering her mother was a nurse. Squatting on the floor now, the girl pushed one hand under her skirt, her fingers crawling up the smooth silky flesh of her thighs until they reached her pussy hairs.

Marcie never wore panties, much to the dismay of her mother. She liked the sensation of the breeze wafting up against her cuntlips as she walked or ran.

Now, having no panties was convenient. Easing her ass back and forth, she touched her matted cunthairs. The girl straightened up, wriggling her hips to position her fingers against her clit. Contact was made. Marcie gasped, closing her eyes and feeling her cuntal muscles snap shut on her fingers.

"Unnhhhhhh!"

Was this how a cock felt? In spite of her resolve not to let a man fuck her, Marcie was curious about men, about how they fucked, about how they felt when they were inside a woman. She and her girlfriends talked lots about that. But only a few had really gone all the way. Her high school, it seemed, was out of the mainstream of the sexual revolution. What they told her wasn't all that attractive. One of the girls mentioned all the pain and blood that followed her first fucking. It didn't sound at all attractive.

Now, as Marcie worked her hips back and forth, fucking her fingers while letting her head fall back, the thought of having a hard cock sawing in and out of her pussy didn't seem particularly horrible.

"Mmmmmmm!"

She raised, then lowered her ass, rubbing her clit. There were a few guys in school, Brad Harrington in particular, whom she wouldn't have minded going to bed with. Of course, this was all in fantasy. She was the kind of girl who would never go right up to some guy and ask him to fuck her.

Marcie closed her eyes and tried to imagine Brad naked. Once or twice she'd seen him at the highschool pool, his well-formed pecs wet, his strong muscled legs flexing as he dived off the high board in a broad graceful arc into the pool. Oh, God, how she wanted him now!

"Unnghhhhh!"

Her hips were working faster and faster. The slick sound of her pussy sliding over her fingers filled the tiny room. Her back was straight, her head thrown back, her eyes closed tightly. Marcie was fucking herself as carnal images rushed through her head.

"Oh!"

Her fingernail brushed against her clit. Marcie felt the familiar hot/cold flashes tearing through her clit. She was cumming – not fast, not hard, but cumming nonetheless. She couldn't stop. The girl kept at it even after the tiny orgasm made her lose her breath. She rolled her hips. Then, as another orgasm erupted, she lurched back and forth. She moved side to side, rubbing her hot cunt. Her knees snapped together, trapping her wrist as she fucked wildly, grunting like a stuck pig.

Brad. Brad!

She thought of him, and her hips worked faster and faster. She dug into her cunt harder. Then, with one final wrench, she was through. With a groan she fell on her side, her legs drawn up against her belly, her knees digging into her swollen tits.

Marcie sobbed, tears falling freely over her cheeks. What had happened was due to her strange situation. This wouldn't happen at home. No, it was only because…

Sound outside the door made her stiffen, straighten her back and sit up. Someone was approaching the room. Maybe now she would find out what was happening, why these strange men had kidnapped her.

When the door opened, Marcie saw a tall, thickly built man standing some four feet in front of her. She shrank back instinctively, drawing both hands up to her throat. His black beard and moustache and his long black hair made him look like the devil.

Marcie tried to shake away her growing terror, finding some courage to speak.

"Why am I here?" She sounded so weak, so tiny.

The big man didn't say a word, stepping forward and slamming the door shut behind him. He was handsome in a dark, rugged way. There was the faint smell of cigarette smoke and beer about him as he drew closer. He stopped in front of her. On the floor, Marcie saw that his boots were caked with mud. Where were they? They had kept the hood over her head all the while they drove from her house.

"Does it matter?" he finally answered in a deep voice.

His answer made her shiver. For the first time Marcie realized he was here to play with her, to fuck her. He didn't have to say anything. It was the way he stood, the way he looked down at her. The girl felt real fear creep along her spine.

As he took another step forward, Marcie drew back. The window light caught the man's face and upper torso. He was sweating, his eyes glistening with excitement. His forehead wrinkled and the skin around his dark eyes tightened. It looked as if he hadn't washed for some time, streaks of dirt appearing on his face.

"Don't."

It was a silly plea considering her predicament. But Marcie couldn't think of anything else to say. He was such a big man, bigger than Brad or any of the other guys at school. Then she saw a large, ominous bulge down his right pantleg. It was growing, throbbing against the dirty faded material.

CHAPTER TWO

Marcie drew back a little farther, feeling her heart pounding so hard she thought it was going to tear through her ribcage.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, the question stopping the big man's advance.

"What do you wanna know for, baby? We're just gonna have ourselves a little fun," he said, running his fingers through his long black hair. "And if you play it right, you can have a good time too."

Marcie let out a choked sob, drawing back until her ass was pressed into a corner of the room. She drew her legs under her butt. No, no, he can't rape her. She won't let it happen. It won't happen!

"You're gonna have one hell of a time with ol' Jack here," he said, pushing out his massive chest. At the same time he ran his fingers down his pantleg. His dick responded by growing even more, twitching under his touch.

"Ain't never had no woman complain about my cock once they had it between their fuckin' legs. You're gonna have one hell of a thrill. Bet'cha none of them high-school punks got a rod like this 'un," Jack said, unbuttoning his Levi's.

Marcie's eyes widened. She shook her head. "No, don't. I've never… never done this before."

Jack stopped unzipping his trousers, his sensuous lips curling into a smile.

"Yeah?" He chuckled, smiling more broadly. He licked his chops like a hungry wolf. "Well, baby, I'm gonna break you in right, so when some other guy fucks you, you'll know how to act," he said, approaching her again.

"No!"

"Stupid little bitch," Jack growled.

When she hesitated, he grabbed her hair, filling his palm with several strands. Curling them around his fingers, he jerked hard.

Marcie screamed, her eyelids fluttering. Pitching forward, the girl was dazed. She scrambled about on her hands and knees, her fingers clawing at his offending hands.

Jack kept her, down, refusing to let her rise to her feet. He laughed loudly, watching the young teenager twist and writhe helplessly under him. At times, her fingernails scratched his hands badly, but the pain seemed to add to his pleasure. He dragged her about the room, yanking at her hair, threatening to snatch her bald then fuck her in the ass.

He jerked her close to him. He slapped her, cracking her lip. Marcie moaned, tasting blood. He growled, calling her all sorts of filthy names. Suddenly nothing but terror filled her mind. He was obscene, sick, someone who could very possibly kill her. She stopped struggling, falling back when he let her go.

"Nice, nice. You're gonna be so nice between my fuckin' legs," Jack whispered tightly, rubbing his cock again.

Marcie saw him raising his hand as if to hit her again. She tensed, scooting back to the wall. The big man advanced.

"No, don't…"

She saw his big hard-on, heard his heavy breathing. His eyes glowed evilly. It was awful! Nothing in her life had prepared the girl for this terrible ordeal. The more she trembled, the more he smiled. His big lips pulled back across his straight white teeth. The girl drew back, trying to flatten herself against the wall. Then his hand came down as if in slow motion. The shadow of that descending hand cut across the room. Marcie could feel the rush of air that preceded it. Then there was the sharp sensation of the blow.

"Unnghhhhhooooo!"

Her head snapped to one side, her long blonde hair lashing across her face as her legs flew apart. Marcie's body twisted halfway around, one leg folding over the other. Her cheek throbbed while tears streamed from her eyes.

Jack let her lay there. The excitement in the room was rising quickly. Yes, excitement. Of course Jack was aroused. One look at his fly could tell anyone that.

But strangely enough, Marcie was feeling something hot, something warm and moist rising in her pussy. It was similar to the feelings she felt just before the kidnapper walked in. Was there some dark force responding to all the pain and degradation? Her head was too confused with such thoughts for her to think clearly.

Jack let her cry for a moment. Then he unzipped his pants, curling his fingers around the waistband and shoving them down.

Marcie let out a cry, her eyes widening when his big nine-incher sprang free and bobbed up. The tip was so huge, so red! Something was leaking from it. Her scalp crawled as she examined the thick blue veins pulsing on his long, thick shaft. Surely he couldn't be serious about sticking that… that thing into her! Maybe a woman who'd been fucked for years could take something that big between her legs. But she'd never had anything larger than her finger in her poor little pussy.

As Jack strode toward her, his cock bobbed from side to side, his balls swinging.

"No, you're not going to… to touch me with that thing, are you?" she whimpered.

"Naw, I gonna write a letter home with it," he snapped, throwing back his head and laughing. "Yeah, I can see you ain't never had a dick before," he said, his voice softening, trembling with excitement. "Baby, it's gonna be work. But I'm gonna shove this fuckin' thing in you if it rips you up."

The threat made her groan.

"Oh God, God…"

"That's it, baby, fuck while I make you bleed," he snarled.

When he approached her again, Marcie scooted to one side, whimpering. He bent down, holding her by the wrist, tugging her forward, pulling her to the center of the small room. Marcie's nostrils flared as she fell onto her side, her legs sprawled out.

"Bitch!"

He was on top of her, his pants still knotted around his ankles, his cock sliding over her naked thighs. The big man had pushed up her dress, wadding it into a knot around her waist. Still holding onto her wrist with one hand, he moved his other hand between her legs.

The sensation of a man's hand against her pussy drove her wild. Marcie screamed, jerking her legs apart as if they'd been touched by a live electrical wire. Her ass danced over the filthy floor as her rape began. And when his thumb rammed her cunt, cutting into the slick sensitive tissues, Marcie realized it would be a brutal one.

CHAPTER THREE

"No, stop it… stop it!"

But Jack wasn't going to stop anything. He kept fingering her pussy, pinching her cuntlips, tweaking her clit until, without thinking, the young girl thrust her hips down, imbedding his thick thumb in her hot pussy.

Jack grunted, satisfied he'd aroused her against her will. He enjoyed doing that, forcing women to do what he wanted, raping them at rim, then watching their attitude change when he slipped his thick nine-inch cock between their legs. What started as a rape would turn into a hot fucking session with women clinging to him in the end, begging him not to go.

He laughed at Marcie as she struggled under him now, beating his chest with her one free hand while trying to wriggle put from under his legs. No, she'd be begging him for more too, asking him to fuck her again long after his cock had spat out its heavy, hot load of jizz.

Marcie screamed with outrage as she felt his fingers shamelessly exploring her cunt. His hand moved from her pussy, smoothing over her sides, then landing on her tits. He tore the material from her bodice, exposing her bra-cups. Jack smiled, then slid two fingers under the small band holding the cups together. With a sharp upward thrust, he ripped the material, pushing aside the ruined halter.

"Nice, nice tits," he moaned.

Marcie's mouth was like a tight scar. Her forehead beaded with sweat as Jack lowered his head and started licking the peaks of her big tits with the tip of his tongue. She groaned, twisting her thighs more furiously. He kept on licking, dropping his mouth down onto her left tit and, sucking hard, gently biting around her areola.