Mom In Ropes
by Paul Gable 


CHAPTER ONE 

"No!" 

Ellen Finney flinched, one hand holding the torn corner of her blouse. Her 
eyes widened with horror as she stepped back from her foster son Paul. He 
had cornered her in the kitchen. 

"Come on, Ellen. I know you've been wantin' my cock for a long time. The way 
you've been lookin' at me ... sheeit, you've wanted a good hot fuck for a 
week." 

"No, you're ... you're lying!" she blurted, her eyes shifting from side to 
side, desperately searching for an escape path. They were alone ... terribly 
alone. And for the first time in her young life Ellen Finney felt completely 
helpless. 

"Yeah, sure," Paul said, his voice lowering. 

Ellen watched as he dropped one hand and began scratching his cock and balls 
through his Levi's. This couldn't be happening. No, it had to be a dream! 
Her son, her foster son was attacking her! 

"You don't know what you're doing," she sobbed, staring at the tall, 
dark-haired youth. He was handsome-so muscular, so masculine for his age. 
Even now, faced with this disgraceful situation, Ellen couldn't help but 
admire his body. 

"Oh yeah?" Paul said, cocking his head to one side and narrowing his eyes. 
"I been fuckin' broads for a long time now ... before you and your old man 
took me in." 

Ellen stiffened. She remembered her late husband Hank, that wonderful man 
who saw Paul as a challenge, as a test of their skills as foster parents to 
reform a street hoodlum. But Hank had died nearly four months ago in that 
terrible car crash. Now she was faced with raising Paul on her own, 
something Ellen knew she was failing at. This evening was proof of it. 

"Look. Just go away from me. I'll let you go," she said, smoothing her 
fingertips along her upper arms. "I won't say anything to the welfare 
people. I swear it, at least not for a while. You could be gone and ... and 
I'll even give you some money." 

Paul threw back his head and laughed, his straight white teeth showing under 
that trimmed black mustache. The thirty-six-year-old blonde trembled at that 
terrible sound. 

"You still don't dig me yet, huh? I don't want no money from you now, Ellen. 
I just want that nice soft, tight pussy I know you got." 

Ellen felt a tremor race through her cunt. A strange kind of heat began 
concentrating in that fuzzy mound between her white, shivering legs. He 
could read her mind. Oh God, he could read her mind! He knew she was needing 
a man now, especially now, after those long, empty days since her husband's 
death. 

"Just ... leave me alone," she said, her voice softer now, lower. Lower? 
Yes, and thicker. Flicking her eyelids up, she saw that Paul noticed the 
change in her vocal tone. 

"Yeah, sure. You want it bad, baby. You want it real bad." 

"No, it's ... it's unnatural. You can't do this to me!" she screamed, 
backing away once more as he advanced. 

Ellen cried out again, dropping her hands to her sides and darting from left 
to right. Paul put out his hands, blocking her escape. She bent forward at 
the waist, covering her mouth with one hand while stretching the other out 
protectively. Paul was advancing toward her slowly, steadily, his black eyes 
glistening with lust, an ominous cock-bulge tenting the front of his faded 
Levi's. 

"Stop it! Oh God, God in heaven, stop it!" the blonde screamed. 

And then he was on top of her, pinching her flesh through the pink cotton 
summer dress, his knees banging up against hers. She could feel his heavy 
breath panting against her throat, feel his hot fingers tearing at the 
material. Ellen twisted her face from his, feeling her spine pressing up 
against the yellow plaster wall. 

What was worse-what was immensely worse-was the sensation coursing through 
her body. There wasn't the revulsion she knew she should have been feeling. 
There wasn't even any sense of horror that she was about to be fucked by her 
foster son. No, there was only joy, the terrible joy of knowing she was 
going to feel a hard, thick cock squeezing through her cuntmeat in a moment. 
For a second Ellen went limp, relaxing against Paul's body. Then when she 
felt his fingers toying with the zipper of her dress she stiffened once 
more, curling her fingers into two tight fists and beating them hard against 
his chest. 

"No, no! Leave me alone! Oh God, you're not going to rape me? No, no, I 
won't let you!" she screamed through her clenched teeth. 

"Shut up, bitch!" 

Sliding one hand from around her waist Paul drew his arm back, then let it 
fly down. There was a frozen moment, as if all time had stopped. Then Ellen 
felt something sharp and stinging against her cheek. Her head snapped to the 
left, her long blonde hair splashing across her face and tangling around her 
throat. She lost her balance temporarily, pitching to one side. He had 
slapped her! He had actually slapped her. 

"You ... you animal!" she hissed, rubbing her injured cheek and looking 
through her tears at her foster son. "You hit me!" 

Paul laughed again. "That ain't all I'm gonna do. When I get through with 
you, you're gonna be nuts for my prick," he said, rubbing his cock once more 
through his Levi's. 

"No!" 

Ellen managed to wrestle away from her foster son, stumbling from the 
kitchen and rushing into the living room. She raced past the television, 
past that leather chair Hank used to sit in so often, and rushed for the 
front door. She would run into the streets, scream for help. Surely Paul 
wouldn't be so mad as to follow her there! Then she would think of 
something, something to end this horror. 

"You ain't gonna get away from me, baby!" 

His voice was close, so terrifyingly close. Ellen cried out, one knee 
banging against the coffee table and sending a shock of pain racing through 
her legs. Her hair streamed out behind her as she neared the double front 
door. She was nearly there when she felt fingers curling around her trailing 
blonde strands. Ellen's arms stretched out, her fingers spreading while her 
eyeslids fluttered. A shooting pain made her scalp quiver while her spine 
arched back. It felt as if someone had poured burning gasoline all over her 
head. She screamed out again and again, yammering meaningless phrases while 
her knees buckled. 

"Ohhhhhh!" 

Ellen fell sideways against the large green sofa, one ankle hitting the 
coffee table and sending several magazines across the floor. She lay there, 
covering her face with one hand, feeling the pain from that earlier slap mix 
with the pain of her scalp and injured foot. 

"Bitch," he whispered, standing over her like some towering warrior, both 
hands on his hips. He was breathing heavily, his massive chest rising and 
falling. 

"No, no, you don't know what you're doing, Paul. You just don't," she 
whispered. 

But perhaps it was she who was unsure of herself, who didn't know what she 
was doing. Lying there propped up against the couch, part of her dress torn 
away and revealing her bra, Ellen felt her body alive-alive for the first 
time in over four months. Tiny electric shocks began tickling the flesh 
along her inner thighs, shocks with fiery little tongues that licked at her 
rising clit. Ellen folded one leg protectively over the other, drawing away 
from her foster son again. She felt the piling of the living room rug tickle 
her ass as her panties pulled partially down over her slim hips. Shaking 
several stray strands of her blonde hair from her face, Ellen peered up at 
the handsome young boy and wondered if he was about to give her the fuck of 
her life. 

What was she thinking of? She shook her head as if she could knock the 
thoughts from her mind with that action. 

"Nice, real nice. I been thinkin' about this for a long time. Even when Hank 
was around," he admitted, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. "Yeah, 
I thought about you and him rollin' around up there in your bed, fuckin' 
like crazy while I was downstairs beatin' off. Ain't gonna beat my meat no 
more." 

"No!" 

He was on her in a moment, his hands roughly shoving up her dress until it 
was wadded around her waist. Ellen writhed under his weight. His body 
pressed the air from her lungs while his lips sucked and bruised her throat. 
She tried pushing him away, shoving up at his massive chest. But all 
struggle was useless. He was so strong, so insistent. And she was struggling 
half-heartedly. A part of her wanted this man, wanted him desperately. 

"Stop it ... stop ... ughhhhhh...." 

He was pulling her hair again, yanking it so hard she thought he would 
snatch her bald. Ellen cried out, arching her spine, wallowing her 
shoulderblades against the living room carpeting. He pulled again and again, 
laughing at her, spitting in her face, telling her how he would fuck her 
blind. 

"No, no, you're crazy ... stop!" 

But she knew he wasn't going to stop. Things had gone too far. Already, she 
could feel his knees pressing up against the insides of hers, spreading her 
legs widely apart while he dry-fucked against her body. Her cunt was on 
fire, running with cunt juice, the juice soaking the soft pink silk of her 
panties. His heavy, brutal touch drew out wild feelings from her. 

"Stop ... oh no, no, no!" 

He was kissing her hard now, his lips pressing down on hers, pushing them 
back over her teeth. She felt his tongue sliding in, slipping over hers, 
wriggling from side to side. It was as if he were searching for something, 
driving the spit down into her throat until she nearly choked on her own 
saliva. Ellen struggled again, clawing at the young man, trying to wrench 
free. 

"Uhhhhh...." 

Another slap, and then another, this time backhanded. Her head snapped from 
side to side, the stinging, hot blows bringing tears to her eyes. She 
stopped writhing under his body, surrendering completely to the young stud. 
He had won. He could do with her as he chose. No, she couldn't fight someone 
that strong, that determined to fuck her. 

"Better," he said. 

"Uhhhhh ... oh God, God," Ellen moaned, rolling her head from side to side. 

Strands of her blonde hair clung to her dampened cheeks and forehead as she 
felt his hands fumbling around with her panties. He was smoothing his 
fingers over the damp crotch panel, working the soppy nylon up into her hot 
fuckhole. Ellen couldn't help moving her hips from side to side. That touch, 
that incredible sensation of the slick nylon rubbing up against the folds 
and hollows of her pussy was too much! She tightened her thigh muscles, 
rubbing her ass over the carpeting, sighing and gasping as Paul kept on 
playing with her body and her mind. 

"Like it, bitch? Man, you like that touch, huh baby? Mom? That's what you 
wanna be called. Right, Mom? You always dug that." 

"Oh yes, yes," she breathed, her lips parted slightly, her nostrils flaring 
with excitement. 

"Gonna fuck you ... Mom. Gonna fuck the shit outta you, beat the shit outta 
you. You're gonna pay, bitch, you're gonna pay real good, Mom," Paul 
repeated, laughing cruelly. 

Ellen opened her eyes once more and looked up at her foster son. His face 
reflected the cruel, cold, nearly murderous desire in him. She trembled, 
fearing for her life. 

She thought of her daughter Julie. Thank God she wasn't here to witness her 
mother's degradation. Thank God she was at summer camp, away from this 
maniac. 

"You're ... you're an animal. You don't know what you're doing to me, to 
yourself, Paul," Ellen said through her tears. 

"Tell me about it later," he sneered. 

He was going crazy on top of her now, tearing her dress, ripping it from her 
body. Ellen screamed, and once more was slapped hard across the face. Stars 
popped in front of her eyes while her jaw ached from the sharp blow. 

"Uhhhhh!" Another blow, this time his big callused fingers cutting across 
her lower chin. 

For a moment Ellen thought she was going to lose consciousness. Her head 
spun around and around while everything in the room darkened. It was only 
for a moment. The steady hunching of Paul's thighs against hers brought her 
around. This was going to be her punishment, her punishment for having 
thought all those things about him shortly after Hank's burial. Yes, it was 
true. He was right. She had lusted after him, perhaps even while her husband 
was still alive. 

Julie had noticed something strange going on with her mother and had drawn 
away with revulsion. Ellen had sensed this, although at the time she 
couldn't admit it to herself. This was a kind of incest. 

"Uhhhhh...." 

Another tearing sound. Her panties, ripped from her sweating thighs! Looking 
up at Paul, she saw the grim determination on his face and felt real fear. 
And all the while, that throbbing, itchy heat between her legs grew worse 
and worse. Paul lay back fully on top of her again, his stubbly beard 
scratching her throat and cheeks. His hands were on her tits now, the 
fingers curing into the soft flesh, the palms pressing against the hard, 
rubbery nipples. Sparks flew in Ellen's brain at his touch, at the sensation 
of his Levi's rubbing against her hot, swollen pussy mound. "Noooo!" 

"I'm gonna fuck you right here, bitch. Gonna fuck you like the bitch dog you 
are," Paul growled. 

The big stud let her sob for a moment. Ellen rolled her head from side to 
side, hoping against hope something would happen to alter her terrible fate, 
and yet wishing nothing would. Yes, dear God yes, she was more than aware 
now of a sexual thrill intensified by the terror she felt, by the abuse she 
had to endure. 

And then she felt Paul roll back from her for a moment. His fingers were 
fumbling with his fly. Looking down, she saw the zipper tab pull down, saw 
the Levi's open up. 

He reached in and pulled out the biggest, thickest, longest cock she had 
ever seen in her life! 

"Oh no! NO!" 

He would kill her with that big fucker! His cock was at least ten inches 
long and maybe two inches thick. Her eyes widened as she tried to slither 
out from under her foster son. 

"Like it? Man, you're gonna go nuts when this mother slips into you." 

His prick was so thick, so long. Ellen had never had a cock like that in her 
pussy. Of course, she wasn't all that experienced, Hank having been only the 
third man in her life. But even in books, even in conversations she had had 
with other women, Ellen had never heard of a cock that big! 

And yet the thought of having that monster splitting her open, squeezing 
through her cuntmeat, sent a wild throbbing courseing through her pussy. She 
wanted his cock, wanted to touch it, to feel it. Her cunt grew hotter, 
wetter. Juice seeped from her pussy, trickling through the thicket of her 
tangled blonde cunt hairs. Ellen drew her knees up a few inches, pressed 
against his body, then let them sag back to the floor. 

She sighed, her back rubbing against the carpeting. Once again, she clenched 
her fists, pressing them against her sides. Dizzy with sexual arousal and 
fright, Ellen felt his cock pressing against her upper thighs, sliding 
between her legs, and finally pressing up against her drooling pussy. 

"Man, good 'n' hot! Real good 'n' hot. That's how I like 'em. And, baby, 
you're nice like that." 

Ellen felt her body alive, quivering with excitement. He was sliding his fat 
cock up and down, brushing her sensitive pussymeat with his prick, teasing 
her with it. The frantic woman rocked her thighs, pulled up her knees, 
tilted her pussy, tried to get him to fuck her. Oh yes, she was wanting it 
now, wanting his prick in her pussy. "Uhhhh...." 

Paul reached up and finished rippng her blouse from her shoulders, exposing 
her bra. Ellen felt him fumbling with her bra, felt the straps loosening 
around her shoulders, the cups slipping from her tits. In a moment she found 
herself completely naked, her torn clothes piled in a heap next to her. Her 
highriding, thirty-six-inch tits shivered and trembled there on her chest, 
the nipples long, red, hard, pointing up at the ceiling. 

"Oh yeah...." Paul studied her for a moment, his eyes hard and black. Then 
he dropped his head, his lips cupping around her right nipple and sucking 
hard while his hands squeezed and massaged her other tit until it hurt. 

"No ... hurts ... ummmmhhh ... hurting me, hurts!" 

Ellen once again tried pushing him away. But when he began nipping her tits 
with his teeth while pinching her tits, the woman lost all resistance. With 
another cry, she abandoned herself to her fate, knowing her foster son would 
fuck her. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Paul's teeth tore at Ellen's hard tit tips, his tongue flicking back and 
forth while his fingers squeezed the white, resilient flesh of her tits. 
Ellen squirmed, her face pinching up into a mask of pain each time he bit 
down hard, chewing on her nipples. At times she thought he would tear into 
her tits, drawing blood. But Paul always backed off at the last possible 
moment, pinching her tit flesh, squeezing it hard, making her squeal in 
agony before he let go. 

" 'Oooooo wwwwwww!" 

As her terror mounted, the sweat oozed from her pores, slicking down her 
flesh. She was panting hard now, her nostrils burning with the air she 
sucked in with wheezing sounds. 

"No, no, no...." 

But her protests were weak now. She wanted his cock, wanted her foster son's 
prick fucking into her pussy. She felt his sweat dripping from his body, 
splashing on her belly and tits. Her thighs tightened and flexed as she 
raised her ass slowly, gingerly from the floor. She held it there trembling, 
quivering, waiting for the second he would fuck his cock into her upthrust 
cunt. 

"Yeah, stupid dumb mother bitch," Paul growled. 

Ellen didn't care what he called her. She wanted the youth's mouth on her 
thighs, bruising the muscles, tearing at the flesh, even gnawing at her 
pussy. Writhing, twisting like a snake under him, Ellen silently begged her 
foster son for more sensation, more excitement from his fingers, mouth and 
prick. 

"Oh God, God!" 

Paul jammed one hand between her legs. She could feel his fingers curling 
around her cunt, pressing into the warm, moist, trembling cunt flesh. It was 
as if someone had touched her with something incredibly hot and yet 
incredibly cold. Throwing her head back, letting out a throaty growl, Ellen 
wriggled her hips from side to side. Those fingers, those wonderful, tearing 
fingers were pressing into her trembling cunt flesh, the nails scraping over 
the hot, wet meat. Ellen twisted her head around, the muslces protruding 
from her neck while one leg kicked out like that of a frog. "Uh, uh, uh...." 

She had become a beast, a horny, unthinking beast wanting only to be fucked 
hard and fast and brutally. 

"Oh yeah, yeah," he groaned. 

Paul was moving his thumb around, fucking it into her hot, wet pussy crack. 
She felt the nail scraping against the sensitive flesh between her inner and 
outer cuntlips. Ellen jerked convulsively, snapping her knees together 
against his sides, rubbing them up and down while wallowing her 
shoulderblades frantically against the floor. 

The fiend! The animal! Instead of toying with her clit, he had crushed it 
under his jagged nail. Ellen screamed, her face blanching while her eyes 
glazed and rolled up into her head. Her toes fanned out while the balls of 
her feet banged hard against his waist. She begged and sobbed, twisting 
around under him. But still that awful nail cut into her clit. 

"Yaggggghhhh! Oh ... uhhhhh, take it out!" 

Ellen shrieked again. Her ass cheeks tensed and flexed, her tits jiggling 
madly while her cunt jerked up and down. The blonde was panting heavily now, 
her neck veins distended. She fought to keep from crying out in agony. 

Paul slowly drew his hand away, wiping his juice-slicked hand on her thighs. 
The muted sucking sound of the withdrawal made Ellen shiver. 

"Now, Mom ... yeah, Mom, gonna fuck you outta your mind!" 

The words made her flesh crawl, pucker up into goose pimples. Again, Ellen 
clenched her thighs, feeling the hot electricity sputter in her pussy. Paul 
lowered himself onto her belly, prying her legs farther apart with those 
rough fingers. Ellen closed her eyes, tears oozing from under her lids. Her 
mouth was a straight tight scar while a pulse leaped through her throat. How 
tight her chest was, while her mouth became as dry as cotton. Spasms of lust 
snapped through her belly, hardening the muscles there until they hurt. His 
weight was pressing her down uncomfortably against the floor. 

"Uhhhhhh...." 

"Ohhhh, nice, nice Mom. Yeah, you dig that, me callin' you Mom, huh?" he 
said, noticing Ellen's increasing excitement. 

"I ... oh God, I don't know what's happening to me," she whispered. 

"Gettin' fucked ... really gettin' fucked by your son," Paul whispered, 
flicking his tongue in her ear. 

"Ohhhhhhhh!" 

She felt his hot, spongy cockhead working its way through the tangled forest 
of her pussy hairs. She felt the" drag of his balls against her fuck slot, 
felt his cock working her cunt open. 

"Noooooo!" 

Again, the frantic blonde clawed her fingernails over the back of Paul's 
neck. But nothing could stop the stud from raping her. She felt him 
spreading her a little farther apart, splitting her open. Her cuntlips 
unstuck and flattened back while her knees edged back, back toward her tits. 

"Ohhhhh shit, yeah, man-could cum all over your fuckin' belly right now," 
Paul hissed through his teeth. 

"No, oh, no, no, no!" 

Ellen rolled her head from side to side. Paul's cockhead had worked its way 
into her tight, hot pussy. It was coated with her flowing pussy juices now, 
spreading apart the tense, itchy cuntmeat. The blonde let out a gasp, Sucked 
in a lungful of air and held it as yet another inch of her foster son's 
prick squeezed into her cunt. Her knees fell back toward her tits farther 
while Paul angled forward a little more for a better fucking angle. 

"Uhhhhhh!" Ellen ground her teeth together until they nearly chipped. She 
could feel his balls against her fuzzy cuntal mound. 

"Oh yeah, Mom, yeah! Fuck, it's sure good workin' my prick into you," Paul 
growled, pushing his fingers through her flowing blonde hair and tugging at 
it until she yowled. 

"No, no!" 

"Yeah, it's real good fuckin' your old lady, your Mom. That's what really 
turns you on, huh? Havin' your son fuck the shit outta you?" 

Shivery hot thrills shot through her loins, turning her crotch into a mass 
of warm, quivering flesh. Again and again the confused blonde tensed her 
thigh muscles, snapping them together, rubbing them against her foster son's 
muscular body. Oh, oh, how she loved feeling his cock fucking into her 
pussy! 

"Can't ... can't be happening ... oh God, no, no, can't...." 

"You bet it is, Mom! Fuck, you're hotter 'n' half the cunts around here I've 
been fuckin' lately." 

She felt him stopping, felt him working his thighs from side to side. He was 
stirring his prick inside her as if it were some giant fleshy spoon. She 
loved feeling that big cockshaft rubbing up against her clit, then stirring 
around and around in her belly until she felt completely stuffed with 
cockmeat. His hand slipped from her hair down to her tits, squeezing the 
fleshy mound, making her stiff nipple pop up even more from the surrounding 
itchy flesh. Oh, it was marvelous, so good, feeling her son fucking her this 
way! 

"Take it, you Goddamned hot bitch!" he shouted, jerking his thighs and 
forcing a few more inches of cock into her cunt. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

Ellen shut her eyes tightly, arching her back and rubbing her thighs hard 
against her .foster son's body. The feel of his hot sweaty flesh, the touch 
of his body hair against her smooth white flesh was an erotic sensation. 
Every square inch of her skin was on fire, burning with lust! 

"Ohhhhhh!" It was a cry of wild desire, the cry preceding orgasm. 

She knew it, an so did Paul. Both of them shivered, Ellen stabbing her nails 
into his back and greedily hunching her cunt up, up until it swallowed all 
the ten, thick, throbbing inches of her son's prick. 

"Yeah, go for it, you dumb bitch! Come on, eat it all up with your ... uhhhh 
... with your cunt," he gasped. 

Her ass hung there in mid-air for a second, trembling, the ass cheeks 
flexing, relaxing, then flexing again while her cuntal muscles spasmed 
around Paul's prick. Ellen opened her eyes, peering up through her long 
blonde lashes at her foster son. His mouth was working as if trying to form 
words. But nothing except strangled sounds came from between his sensuous 
lips. His jaw was tight, his forehead wrinkled while the cords stood out on 
his neck. She knew he was close, very, very close to shooting his jism in 
her cunt. 

"Fuck! Jesus Christ, Mom. I never fucked a cunt that could do that," Paul 
gasped, opening his eyes and staring hotly down at her. 

"Oh God, God!" 

Then all conversation stopped. A powerful shock of spasms gripped Ellen's 
throat. She began bobbing her ass up and down, one leg kicking the coffee 
table over while the other hooked hard around her foster son's back. She 
wanted to cum, wanted to explode with a wild fury-with Paul's prick shooting 
jism inside her cunt! She felt those heavy, hairy balls rubbing against her 
upturned ass and wanted to feel his white-hot spunk spattering against her 
convulsing pussy walls. How she wanted to cum with her son's cock in her 
cunt! 

"Uhhhhhh...." Ellen's shivery moans grew louder and louder. 

Her ass pranced for more prick while her cries told Paul what she needed. 
The young stud began fucking fast and hard now, his muscular thighs working 
like pile drivers while his balls slapped wetly against her ass. In and out. 
In and out. Faster and faster his tempo built, the friction burning Ellen's 
clit. 

She was clutching him, grabbing at him, scratching his back with her long 
nails while beating his back with her heels. More! She wanted more cock! 
Long strings of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth, wetting her 
cheeks and chin as he fucked her, riding her as if she were a prize rodeo 
mare. Again and again, he rubbed his prick against her clit, pulled at her 
hair, even slapped her at times across the face or on the ass to increase 
the sensations racing through her. He rode her down onto the floor, showing 
no mercy. 

How she loved his strong belly pressing against hers, the feel of his legs 
spreading hers apart while his fingers caressed her long blonde hair. And 
there were those noises, those sexy squishy noises of his prick trenching 
out her fuckhole, working it bigger, spearing her pussy again and again! 
Ellen felt as if the world had ceased to exist. There were only the two of 
them, Ellen and Pual, mother and son, fucking their brains out on the living 
room floor. "Uhhhhhhh!" 

Paul shut his mother up by cementing his lips hard against hers, driving his 
tongue down deep toward the back of her throat. At the same time, he held 
his cock just inside the convulsing folds of her cunt. 

Ellen felt her body shiver all over in a way that she had nearly forgotten. 
Yes, oh yes! It was just as if Hank were alive, toying with her, playing 
with her as he had loved to. She was on the brink, swaying over some dark 
abyss as if she were drunk. Well, she was-drunk with fuck-lust. Again and 
again, the blonde cried out, jerking hr ass from left to right, her clit 
swollen and hot. Paul was pulling sheer pleasure from her soft cuntlips, 
making her clit pulse with a raging tickle and jolting cries of pleasure 
from her throat. 

"No, no ... gonna ... ohhhh Paul, Paul! Gonna cum! Oh my God, can't stop ... 
can't...." 

It was too late. It was as if someone had pushed her over the edge. 
Brilliant lights exploded in front of her, blinding the wild woman to 
everything except her cunt and that fat cock fucking around in her pussy. 
She heard her foster son say something foul. A torrent of dirty words 
exploded from his mouth while his body jerked and bounced against hers. He 
was hitting her again, slapping her face, pulling her hair out by the roots 
while fucking his cock violently into her cunt. She loved it, loved the 
brutality, loved the awful violence combined with the lust she felt. The two 
of them seemed natural together somehow, the one reinforcing the other. She 
bit blood from her lower lip, chewing it hard as she felt the itchy tingle 
explode into something savage, something she had rarely known. 
"Yagggghhhhhhh!" 

A thousand white-hot fires burned between her legs. She was only a second 
away from madness. And then that second had passed. She was insane, wild 
with yelping fits of pure pleasure. Ellen floated on a sea of ecstasy, 
tossed from wave to wave like a ship caught in a whirlpool. A core of joy 
engulfed her as she pitched and writhed under her foster son's rough 
fucking. She was cumming, cumming with his prick in her pussy, with his 
spunk slicking down her convulsing cuntal walls. Oh, it was good, so good! 
He was kissing her hard, their mingled spit oozing down her chin and cheeks 
while she came and came and came! 

And then it was over. Ellen sighed, her hands dropping to her sides. Her 
back and shoulders ached from the awkward position on the floor. And Paul's 
body weight was pressing the air from her lungs. She shifted position, 
feeling terribly uncomfortable. And yet how delicious it was, having her 
son's cock still inside her cunt. It was good, feeling her pussy walls still 
being stretched by that long, thick cock. Yes, his prick was still long and 
thick, even now, as it softened. 

"Good fuck, Mom. Real good fuck! But I got better plans," he said, smiling 
strangely at her. 

"What ... what do you mean?" Ellen said hesitantly, feeling nervous at her 
foster son's words. 

"You'll find out. And maybe even Julie will find out." 

Ellen stiffened, feeling a rush of motherly protection course through her. 
She narrowed her eyes, putting one hand up against Paul's chest. 

"Leave Julie out of this." 

Paul's lips curled up, that mocking, sardonic smile appearing once more. 

"Protective, huh? You weren't that protective toward me when I came here," 
Paul said, frowning deeply while fucking his prick in and out of his 
mother's sucking pussy. 

"That was different. Julie is a young girl, innocent. I don't want her...." 

"Knowin' about this, huh?" Paul said. 

Ellen turned away, feeling her cheeks red dening at his words. 

"She wouldn't think too much of her mother if she knew what had happened 
here ... right on the floor. Fuckin' your son on the floor like some kinda 
animal, right? What would your darlin' daughter think then?" 

His words became harsher, his voice rising. When Ellen tried turning away 
again Paul grabbed her head, framing her skull with both hands and pressing 
them against her ears so hard she thought he would crush her head. 

"She's gonna get what she deserves ... when she comes back. Meanwhile," he 
said, calming himself down and rubbing his fingers against her face, "you're 
gonna have some fun with me ... me and my buddies. They like a cunt with 
some action." 

"Paul ... you don't know what you're saying ... you just don't" Ellen felt 
her throat tighten. 

What on earth had she gotten into? It was a nightmare, a horrible, terrible 
nightmare in which she was the leading character. But no, it was real, all 
too real. She could feel her foster son's prick hardening in her pussy once 
more, feel the cockhead begin moving back and forth, stretching her cunt 
again in that wonderfully delicious way. 

"Yeah, sure. I know what the fuck's goin' on, Mom," he said, emphasizing the 
last word. "You wanna get laid real bad ... by me, by anybody. Don't matter 
much, just as long as you get some cock in you, right? Well, you're gonna 
have more 'n you bargained for. But you're gonna have to pay for it." 

"Pay?" 

"Never mind. We're gonna fuck some more. And then ... you'll find out." 

Ellen felt his prick hardening, growing stiff and rigid and thick. He was 
cupping her tits now with both hands, the thumbs strumming over her 
stiffening nipples while the fingers pressed into her soft tit flesh. Oh 
yes, yes, it had been so very long since she'd had a man touching her this 
way, fucking her this way. Even if it was her foster son, it was still so 
good having his cock doing all these wonderful things to her. Again, she 
felt the rough touch of the carpeting against her bare ass, felt her body 
responding quickly to Paul's touch, to his fucking. Yes, oh yes, it was 
wonderful to have his prick in her cunt! What price would she have to pay? 
At this point, Ellen didn't care. She just wanted to fuck. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Nearly two days had passed since that awful scene with her foster son. Paul 
had been going to a special school that summer to learn automobile repair, 
something her late husband Hank had arranged just before he'd died. It would 
be a good career for the young boy to have. Hank had always thought about 
Paul in that way, just as if he were his own son. 

And how was Paul repaying the man who had helped him? How was Paul honoring 
his memory? By brutally fucking Hank's wife! 

Ellen stood by the kitchen that late afternoon, twisting the silver wedding 
ring from her finger, then laying it carefully in a drawer. No, she couldn't 
wear that, not after what had happened two nights ago in the living room. 
How she had loved that cock, loved the fucking her foster son had given her. 
She had gone to bed after the second reaming, his cum oozing from her cunt 
slit and dripping down her thighs. She had been so weakened by his fucking, 
so drained. 

While lying there naked on her king-sized bed and staring at the dark 
ceiling, she remembered his warning words about what would happen to her and 
her daughter Julie. How she trembled that night, folding her arms tightly 
across her chest and hugging her body. How she dreaded seeing her foster son 
again in the morning-and yet she wanted to rush from her room and embrace 
the big stud that very evening! Conflicting thoughts and feelings whirled 
about in her mind as she lay there in the dark, crying herself to sleep. 

The phone! Ellen roused herself from her stupor and walked to the foyer. 

"Hi, Mom. It's Julie ... here at the camp," a cheerful young voice said over 
the receiver. Ellen put one hand to her throat, struggling for control. 
Julie! No, she couldn't say anything that would arouse her daughter's 
suspicion. 

"Julie? Why are you calling now? Is something wrong?" There was a pause. 

"Uh ... no, not exactly. I just ... well, it's boring here, and I'd like to 
come home for a while. The camp counselors said they wouldn't mind. There's 
a bus leaving tomorrow and-" 

"No," Ellen said firmly, nearly shouting the word over the phone. 

No, she couldn't let her emotions get in the way. Control. Control. 

"No," she said more softly, rubbing her fingers over her tits. "It's just 
too hot here in the city. Besides, we paid good money for your camp this 
summer. Surely you can stay there the full term. You come here, Julie, and 
you know you just won't go back." 

There was another long pause at the other end of the phone. 

"Is ... is something wrong, Mother?" 

Ellen reddened, twisting the coiled plastic phone cord nervously. Did Julie 
suspect something? What did she know? How could she possibly guess what had 
happened several .nights ago? Ellen burned with shame at the thought that 
her daughter might suspect something was going on between her and Paul. 

"No, of course not," she said quickly, almost breathlessly. "Just try to get 
along better with the others. Is there something else?" 

"No, nothing," Julie said disappointedly. "I'll ring off for now. I'm okay, 
Mom. Talk to you later." 

There was a click, then a buzzing sound. Ellen sighed. At least a 
confrontation was put off for a while longer. Hanging up the receiver, she 
turned, hugging herself tightly while leaning against the kitchen doorjamb. 
This had to stop. It just couldn't go any further. Fucking her son, her own 
foster son! It just wasn't done! And he was talking about bringing her 
daughter Julie into this. No, no, it couldn't happen! It couldn't get out of 
control. 

Then Ellen heard the sound of Paul's car pulling into the drive. Moving to 
the kitchen window, she drew back the curtains and saw him climbing from the 
front seat. She stood there, her body trembling, quivering with excitement. 
She should run, should leave the house right now. But something made her 
stay. She stood there by the sink, feeling her breath become short, feeling 
her body grow light as hse heard his heavy footsteps draw near. 

"I've been doing some work downstairs lately, Mom. You heard me?" 

Ellen saw the mocking smile appear on his lips once more. She put one hand 
to her chest, pushing thoughts of her daughter from her mind. She knew 
something would happen tonight, something between her and her son. 

"I ... I heard something," she admitted in a meek voice. 

"Thought I was doin' something for school, huh? You been downstairs?" he 
said, putting his books down on the counter and narrowing his eyes at her. 

"No, no," she said, seeing flickers of perverse emotion show briefly around 
his eyes. 

He was squinting, studying her for a moment. Then his face relaxed and that 
easy smile reappeard. Ellen shuddered. 

"Then, let's go downstairs. I think you're gonna like what you see." 

There was a strange tone to his voice. It was happening, happening all over 
again. She hesitated, wiping her dampening palms on her dress. Paul started 
for the basement door, stopped at the foot of the stairs, then turned 
around, giving her a hard stare. Yes, she had to go, had to follow him. 
Something was forcing her to, taking charge, pushing her along. It was a 
dark force, something she had never felt before in her life. And now it was 
as real as the kitchen table she walked around. 

She followed her foster son down the stairs like a zombie, a creature with 
no will. How many times had she gone down these stairs in the past? But now 
there was something new, something excitingly forbidden about them. The wood 
squeaked and groaned under her foot as she neared the bottom. The damp smell 
of the cellar invaded her nostrils. Paul had already reached the bottom, 
turning on the few bare electric bulbs hanging precariously from wires 
stapled to the wood-beam ceiling. Ellen reached the foot of the stairs. 
There was the smell of freshly cut wood. Yes, she had heard her son working 
downstairs. But that was nothing unusual. He had done that many times in the 
past, his father having encouraged him to work with his hands. Ellen never 
paid particular attention to his work. And, after what had happened up there 
in the living room, she was a little nervous about being alone with him. 
"Like it?" 

She turned and saw a large wooden case standing at an angle, leaning against 
one of the cinder-block basement walls. It looked almost like a coffin. 

"What...?" 

"Got the idea from a story we read in school by Poe. Come on, Mom, take it 
off. Strip, or I'll peel off them clothes with my belt," he said 
threateningly, starting to unbuckle his belt. 

Ellen shuddered, hesitating for a moment, then she reached back and unzipped 
her dress. She knew it would come to this. She had known all along. She 
would have fled if she lid been a decent woman. But she wasn't. Oh God-God 
in heaven help her-she wasn't decent. She was a slut, a wanton slut who 
wanted her foster son to fuck her again. If this was the way he did it, if 
this was what he needed to turn himself on, so be it. 

Gracefully, Ellen shrugged off the light cotton dress, stepping from it and 
draping it neatly over the workbench. She stood there in the cool basement, 
shivering slightly in her bra and panties. Paul smiled with that sardonic 
grin, then turned and walked over to the case. She watched with foreboding 
curiosity as he opened the front of the casket, examined the insides, then 
turned back toward her and motioned for her to come forward. 

"Inside." His voice was low, trembling, just as it had been when he had 
fucked her that night. 

Ellen stared at him questioningly, then realized there could be no 
questions. There could be nothing but strict obedience to her foster son. He 
was in control, manipulating her, directing her will, her actions, her 
thoughts. There was no recourse. She stepped inside the small casket, 
turning and resting her back against the freshly cut wood. "Paul, I...." 

He slammed the top shut hard, the loud bang and rsulting rush of air making 
her cry out with surprise and fear. 

Then there was silence. The mummy's case-for that was what it reminded her 
of-was so dark and confining. She opened her mouth and gasped for oxygen, 
her fingers rubbing up against the splintery wood. She could hardly move, 
certainly not turn around. She was trapped in there, really trapped, 
standing straight up with only an inch or two of space on either side. 
Surely, this was something like being buried alive. She breathed harder, her 
chest rising and falling heavily while a fine coating of perspiration coated 
her bare flesh. What was he going to do to her? Her cunt tightened, the 
cuntal walls growing moist as they rubbed against one another from her 
subtle thigh movements. Yes, even this horror, this bizarre torment was 
exciting her! She curled her fingers and dug the nails into her naked 
thighs, sighing, waiting impatiently for Paul's next move. 

"Comfy?" 

The mocking words made her start. She said nothing, feeling the front of the 
heavy wooden case pressing against her tits and shoving her ass against the 
back of the coffin. It was so close, so very, very close in there-she could 
taste her breath pumping back at her. Ellen knew she had to conserve her 
oxygen, couldn't breathe much in here. Was this it? Was he going to bury her 
alive? She remembered him saying something about Poe and school. Poe wrote 
stories about people buried alive. Was this how she would end? Excitement 
turned to panic as she tried to twist around in that horrible case. What 
awful, bizarre thing did her foster son have in store for her? 

Ellen found herself remembering several childhood prayers as she stood there 
helplessly. It was only after several more moments had passed that she 
noticed a few holes in the case. Light trickled in, leaving spots of 
illumination on her entrapped body. She heard movement outside. Paul was 
shuffling around outside, opening drawers, whistling some nondescript tune 
as if he were working on one of his cars! Ellen shifted position as best she 
could, folding one leg over the other, waiting, waiting-waiting for his next 
move. 

It came quickly. There was the sound of scraping nearby. Air was coming 
through the small holes drilled all around her, providing some relief. 

A foster mother! How all the brochures i depicted the joy, the love she 
would have from becoming a foster mother. How she and Hank had hoped that 
would be true-expanding their little family to include an unfortunate boy 
who needed love, understanding, attention. How little she realized it would 
end like this-her being a slave to her foster son! "Uhhhhh...." 

More scraping sounds. Ellen concentrated on the present. Before she could 
think of what was happening, something scraped along the outside of the case 
opposite her throat. What was it? She could hardly tilt her head down to 
look. Peering over her nose, Ellen saw a silhouette of something very long 
and thin, needle-like, easing through one of those tiny holes. A knitting 
needle! Or something like that. Oh God, he was going to spear her to death 
in there! 

"No, no, no!" she shouted, closing her eyes, throwing back her head hard so 
that it struck the wooden backing. Clenching her fists, Ellen pounded hard 
against the splintery wood, creating a hell of a sound in that tiny 
entrapping casket. "No!" 

There was only laughter meeting her wild cries. The needle slipped forward a 
little more, twisting, turning, aiming for her throat. Again Ellen screamed, 
her eyes widening until she thought they would pop out. Then the sharp tip 
touched her throat and all sound stopped. 

She stood there, breathing shallowly with wheezing sounds, sweat streaking 
her cheeks, her heart pounding in her chest like a bass drum. Her toes 
fanned out, curling until they cramped as the needle twisted and pressed 
more firmly against the base of her throat. Ellen coughed, feeling her mind 
going black with unconsciousness. 

"Uhhhhh ... oh God!" 

The needle twisted back, scraping against the wood. She let out sighs of 
relief, scratching her nails nervously against her thighs. Paul was a fiend! 
He was going to torment her this way all evening! Another scraping sound. 
Again Ellen lowered her eyes, narrowing them and squinting in the darkness. 

She saw two needles coming at her tits! Gasping, she flattened her shoulders 
against the wood. Whimpering, Ellen tried drawing her hands to her tits. But 
the case was far too small. She struggled, the muscles in her arms aching 
from the effort. In a moment the needles were touching her bra, the points 
tearing at the stiff material. Paul was pushing them harder, twisting them 
around as if he were trying to screw the metal weapons into her body. Ellen 
screamed, jerking her head from left to right, shaking her body as if 
somehow that would force those horrible needles away. 

"Yaggghhhhh!" 

Then she felt the needles penetrate the stiff material of her bra. Ellen 
felt the points pressing against her flesh, forcing the sensitive skin 
around her nipple to quiver. 

"No! Oh God, no, no, you're ... uhhhh ... you're going to kill meeeeeee!" 

Ellen bruised her knuckles against the sides of the case as the needles 
continued to pierce the cotton material of her bra and bruise her nipples. 
Her tits swelled as the needles moved against her blood-filled tit tips. 
Ellen sobbed, trying to draw back from the attack. But her knees banged 
against the case, preventing her from moving anywhere. She moved her mouth 
in a silent prayer while she heard her foster son chuckle with a terrible 
intensity. 

"Damned good time I'm havin' out here, Mom. You liking it too?" 

"No, no! Get me out of here!" she screamed back, hitting her head against 
the rear of the case as her son twisted the needles around more. 

He was pressing the needles farther in. For a moment Ellen thought they were 
going to pierce her nipples. And how strange. The sensation of pain, of fear 
was making her cunt hot, her clit swell up and quiver. She moved her ass 
back and forth against the wood. She could feel the splinters catching and 
tearing at her panties as she shifted her ass from side to side. Everything 
contributed to the hot, ticklish sensation bubbling between her legs. 

More scraping sounds. The pressure of the needles against her nipples eased. 
It was then Ellen realized her foster son was pushing more needles into the 
lower holes, shoving them toward her cunt. Again, she banged her knees 
against the front of the case, wailing like a mad woman. He was going to use 
her as his human pincushion! She cried out wildly, jerking her body so hard 
she thought for a moment she would tip over the case. 

"Easy, Mom, you don't have to let me know you dig it that much," Paul said 
mockingly. 

"No, oh God, you're hurting me! It ... you're hurting me!" she screamed, 
tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. 

Her pleas were only met by derisive laughter and more needles. Some were 
touching her bare thighs now, pricking her skin, making her flesh quiver 
with fear and excitement. Ellen banged her knuckles hard against the sides 
of the case, her nostrils flaring with terror. Two more needles shot in from 
the rear, one pricking the gray-pink wrinkled flesh surrounding her asshole. 
Ellen cried out, jerking forward, nearly impaling her tits on the first two 
needles. She was trapped in that case, at the mercy of her demented foster 
son! "Stop! Stop this!" 

But the needles kept coming. Paul sent in one needle after another, first 
shoving them in the top, then concentrating on the ones around her pussy. 

"Yaggggghhhh!" 

Ellen felt she was going out of her mind! She twisted, banging her body 
against the splintery wood, tearing her nails at her thighs as the pain grew 
worse and worse. Now the needles pricked her cuntlips, making the sensitive 
membranes shiver and tighten. It was as if a thousand teeth were tearing at 
her cunt, nipping at her clit. Her ass tightened as another needle jabbed at 
her asshole. 

"Nooooo! Oh God, God!" 

Ellen began beating the sides of the case with her fists. The needles seemed 
to be digging deeper and deeper. Their steady probing made her sweat while 
her cuntal nerves tingled with a maddening delight. The blonde woman slammed 
her head back as the needles threatened to pierce her cuntlips and her clit. 

"Ohhhh ... uuuhuhhhhhh!" 

The searing, dizzying agony made her body shake. She seemed on the brink of 
losing her mind as the pain somehow became a wonderful, delicious pleasure. 
It was a feeling, a wonderful feeling that made her gnash her teeth as her 
clit quivered on the brink of orgasm. 

Ellen bawled and begged for the pain to stop, and yet she prayed it would go 
on and on. She couldn't believe anything like this could be so wonderful. 

And then ... and then her climax came, an explosion that sent her reeling 
back. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

No, she couldn't hide this from her son, not if she tried as hard as she 
could. The waves of lust came on and on as she twisted, beat and screamed 
like a maniac in that hellish confining mummy case. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Ellen had no idea what happened after her climax. She was exhausted, having 
fallen against the front of the case after her orgasm. She couldn't fall to 
the floor. The box was too narrow. Her muscles ached and throbbed from the 
tension and the askwardness of such confinement. 

There was movement outside, shuffling of her son's feet. Would he leave her 
in the coffin longer? Even with all those holes, it was becoming very 
difficult to breathe. More sweat oozed from her pores, wetting down her 
flesh. Then there were the sounds of the needles being withdrawn. Thank God! 
Oh thank God! At least that torture was over. She found herself smiling, 
smiling in spite of the horrors her foster son had visited upon her. What 
was happening to her? She was thinking he hadn't finished with her-and found 
herself smiling even more broadly! Oh God, God, Something horrible had 
happened to her, some change she couldn't understand yet! "Mom?" 

The door opened, a rush of cool air blowing against her body. She tumbled 
forward, falling into Paul's arms. How good it was to get out of that box. 
For a second, just for a second, she felt delighted. Then the realization 
that her ordeal was far from over tensed her mind once more. 

"That was only a sample, Mom. I'm here by myself. Couldn't get ahold of some 
of the other guys ... you know, the ones you and dad didn't like me hanging 
around with. I still do, and they'd love to fuck you. Yeah, really get into 
you." 

Paul dragged his mother away from the case. 

"No, Paul, you can't ... can't do this to me. Oh please!" 

But her cries went unnoticed. He pulled her across the cracked concrete 
floor. In a moment Ellen felt herself dropped to the floor. There were rags 
and old rugs that broke her fall. She braced herself with one hand, shaking 
the loose hair from her eyes. Paul was unbuckling his belt once more. But 
this time there was no more threat, no words telling her if she didn't do 
something he would hit her. No, now he was sliding the belt from the loops, 
curling it, doubling it and striking the looped end lightly against one 
thigh. His eyes told her what was next. Ellen whimpered, curling her fingers 
into the pile of old clothes under her while drawing her knees up slowly 
toward her tits. She stared wide-eyed at the leather, almost feeling its 
supple warmth against her flesh. 

"You always said I needed a good beating whenever I did somethin' you didn't 
like," Paul began, licking his lips. "Now the table's turned." 

"I never struck you!" she cried quickly, her breath becoming short, shallow, 
raspy. "I never had your father abuse you." 

Paul laughed, sliding the belt slowly across his mother's face. Ellen 
flinched back, rolling onto her ass and scooting away from him. Paul 
followed, the belt dangling in front of him like some kind of horrible 
noose. 

"Uh!" 

Ellen's shoulders struck the front of the water heater. She felt the warm 
porcelain against her spine, heard the gentle hissing of the gas jets below. 
Her foster son was blocking the exit route again. The woman panicked, 
drawing her arms protectively over her chest while focusing her attention on 
that horrible belt. He was going to strike her with that, beat her as if she 
were some kind of disobedient child! 

"No, Paul, don't!" 

But his eyes were glittering in that same mad way as before. There was no 
talking to him when he got that way. She tensed, hardening her muscles, 
trying to ready herself for the first blow. 

Ellen watched, her eyes bugging out, her head falling back while her knees 
drew together. The belt seemed to hover mid-air over her for a moment, then 
descend in a horrible arc toward her belly. Ellen tried moving her hands 
down from her tits, but Paul was far too fast. There was the sound of 
leather smacking against flesh, quickly followed by the woman's quavering 
outcry. Ellen felt the hot slashing of the leather across the flesh below 
her ribs. She jerked, her knees snapping up and nearly striking her 
forehead. Rolling around on her belly, the woman began crawling away on her 
hands and knees. 

"You ain't gettin' nowhere. Ain't nowhere to go." 

"Oh no, no, don't ... oh don't!" 

Again, there was that horrible hissing in the air. Ellen gathered some rags 
in one hand and bit down on them, drawing her elbows in against her waist. 
Her knees slipped forward as the leather slapped against her ass. 

"Uhhhhhhh...." 

She could feel the heat of the blow against her ass cheeks. The leather belt 
tore at her panties, ripping the thin nylon along her ass crack. Ellen felt 
the cool air rushing in against her warm flesh and wailed. She tried 
crawling forward, pulling the rags and rugs along with her. She was moving 
along the side of the water heater when a third, fourth, then a fifth blow 
burned her ass. 

"Yaggghhhhhh!" 

Slivers of incredible heat shot out from her jiggling ass cheeks, racing to 
her clit. 

"Goddamned bitch ... bitch ... bitch!" he cried with each downward thrust. 

Ellen cried out, her body rolling from one side to the other with the force 
of the blows. She yowled like a cat, crawling away, her hair splashing 
across her pain-twisted face. 

"No! Stop it, Paul! Oh God, God, you don't know what you're doing. I'm your 
mother! Stop it!" 

But Paul didn't stop it. The belt slashed on, leaving long red marks on her 
back. At times Ellen tried to prepare herself for the belting, tensing her 
muscles, grinding her teeth together, holding in her breath. But the tension 
only made her muscles ache all that much more when the belt came down and 
chewed on her flesh. The blazing agony of her plump, jiggling, beaten ass 
radiated quickly to her cunt, the pain somehow changing to another sensation 
far more powerful and delightful. Paul had nearly whipped her panties from 
her body. Now only the elastic waistband and a few shreds of nylon clung to 
her body. She felt the drag of her pussy against the rags beneath her. 
Anything seemed to feel good against her hot pussy. 

"Yaggghhh!" 

More red stripes broke out on her ass where the belt had cut into her. 
Welts, meaty looking gashes appeared as the belt peeled through the air and 
smacked dryly on her ass. 

And Paul kept on, not paying one bit of attention to the yammering cries of 
mercy from his mother. No area of her body was safe or sacred. Again, Ellen 
clenched her ass cheeks until they ached, trying to protect the sensitive 
ring of her asshole. Paul saw what she was trying to do and beat farther up, 
attacking the skin of her shoulders. 

"Nooo ... oh God!" Ellen banged her head against the side of the water 
heater, nearly singeing her hair on the small blue flame at the bottom. She 
moaned, shook her head to clear it as yet another blow came down across the 
backs of her knees. 

"Oh, oh, you're crazy ... you're insane," she whimpered, clawing more rags 
under her chin and chewing at them. 

"Yeah, crazy for this kinda shit. And you're gonna find out just how crazy!" 

The stripes across her lower back hurt her terribly. For a while Ellen 
thought he had flailed all the skin from her spine. She swung around, 
stretching out one hand and gripping the rusty supports for the water 
heater. Oh, she needed strength to get her through this terrible ordeal. 
"Uhhhhh...." 

Then despair took over. She let her ass cheeks relax, rolling her head to 
one side and pressing one cheek against her upper arm. This was what Paul 
had been waiting for. With a slashing overhead stroke, he ripped the end of 
the belt down the valley of her ass crack. The looped end of the belt caught 
at the base of her shitter, pulling that wrinkled ring of flesh out of 
shape. It felt as if he had torn her bowels out with one sharp blow. 

Ellen screamed, her spine curling, her body jerking as if someone had 
touched her with a live electric wire. The incredible shooting pain rocketed 
up to her brain and nearly blew the top of her head off. She kept jerking 
convulsively, the top of her cuntal mound grinding against the basement 
floor. A flood of juice rushed out of her cunt. The impact just above her 
clit sent a shower of sparks into her overheated pussy. 

Paul stopped for a while, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand. He 
was breathing heavily, standing astride over his cowering mother. Ellen was 
whimpering into the rags, inhaling the musky aroma from the torn clothing. 
What a horrible thing this had been! She thought of that night when he had 
raped her, fucked his prick into her cunt and made her dance and jiggle like 
some kind of puppet, a slave to his cock. And now he was beating her within 
an inch of her life. And how she loved it! Dear God in heaven, she loved it! 

Paul struck her several more times, concentrating the looped belt around her 
ass cheeks. Ellen whimpered, feeling what little strength she had left 
evaporating quickly under the steady, hammering blows of his belt. 

Then the blows stopped. Ellen lay quietly on the floor, her tears wetting 
down the rags gathered under her chin. She felt a gnawing tension grow in 
her belly. The silence meant her foster son was up to something. She knew 
this, felt it with every bone in her body. 

"Enjoy that, Mom? Enjoy havin' your ass warmed up like that?" 

Ellen moaned, refusing to answer. She heard Paul shuffling up next to her. 
Then she felt the belt looped around her chin. He was straddling her, 
tugging up at her with the belt. The leather slid back, choking off her 
windpipe. Her body arched upward, the belt cutting into the flesh of her 
chin. 

"I can't hear you, Mom. Come on, you always told me to speak up at the 
table. Now I'm tellin' you to talk, or I'm gonna choke the life outta you. 
Understand? Now talk, damn it!" 

"Uhhh ... ughghghhh...." 

Ellen tried to form words with her mouth. But he had her neck bent back all 
the way, the leather belt having slipped back a little farther onto her 
throat and choking yet more oxygen from her body. He was going to knock her 
senseless if he kept that up. She tried getting up, tried standing up to 
ease the pressure against her windpipe. Paul cursed, moved one foot around, 
and placed the heel squarely at the base of her spine. He shoved down, 
flattening the woman against the floor with the exception of her chin. He 
was still tugging up with the belt, enjoying the choked, strangled sounds 
Ellen was making as she tried to speak. 

"Can't understand you. That's all right," he muttered, easing the pressure 
of the belt around her throat. 

The blonde gasped, coughing, sucking-in more oxygen to feed her body. 

"Don't ... just ... just leave me alone, Paul. Just go away and leave me 
alone," Ellen begged, tears again staining her cheeks. 

"Can't do that, Mom. You know that. I've gotta see this fuckin' thing 
through. I wanna see just how much you can take." 

With that he moved around, still keeping the belt looped around her chin. He 
wrapped it around now so that it was like a leash, a horrible black leather 
leash that threatened to choke off the air once more if she refused to obey 
him. 

"You know," he mused, glancing down at his black leather engineering boots, 
"I haven't had these fuckin' things cleaned and shined since you and Dad 
bought 'em for me." 

Ellen blinked, staring at the boots in front of her. Already, she had an 
idea of what was coming her way next and she shuddered. 

"Oh no, don't make me do that," she whispered, shaking her head from side to 
side. 

But Paul jerked the belt on her neck, choking off any more protests. "Clean 
'em up, baby. Come on, Mom, lick 

'em clean, get that tongue all around my boots and lick 'em off for me." 

Ellen felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to tell him she would rather die, 
would rather have him flail the skin off her back than touch those filthy 
boots with her mouth. But the reality of the belt leashed around her throat 
made her think twice. The sooner she satisfied him, the sooner she brought 
pleasure to her savage foster son, the sooner he would let her go. 

He moved one boot up to her lip, breathing hard as she bent her head back 
and opened her mouth. She could smell the filth reeking from the leather, 
felt the bile rising sourly in her throat. No, she couldn't vomit! Got only 
knows what he would do to her then! 

"Come on, lick 'em up good." 

Gingerly, Ellen stuck out her tongue, trailing the tip of it along the outer 
seam of his boot. She tasted something awful, turned her head and spit out a 
mixture of filth and saliva. Paul laughed, then jerked up on that awfull 
belt leash he had made. She gagged, then moved her head back to his belt. 
Up, down, around her tongue went, leaving a long wet trail of saliva along 
the dusty leather of his engineering boot. He had her clean out all the 
cracks around the back strap, then move around to the worn-down heel. 

"Ohhhhhh God!" s 

"That's it, Mom, that's it, clean it up real good. Yeah, you're polishin' it 
better than half them dummies on the street." 

Ellen moved back around to the tip of his boot, drawing her tongue over the 
worn leather, then moving up toward the ankle. 

"That's enough." 

Thank God! Again she twisted her head around and spit out that horrible 
mixture of dirt and saliva. 

"Now this one." 

Ellen groaned, seeing him shove the other boot up against her. She begged 
him with her eyes not to do this to her. But her pleading stare was met only 
with that awful cold look she was beginning to know so well. 

"Oh God...." 

Again, she moved her tongue around the sides of his boot, cleaning off the 
heel, twisting her face around and spitting. Paul watched, his breathing 
increasing to a shallow raspy pant while his mother licked his boots clean. 

"Good, that's real good." 

More than once, Ellen thought she was going to vomit. Her choked coughs came 
dangerously close. But she fought down the desire, swallowed the sour bile 
rising in her throat, especially when Paul menaced her with his free foot. 
At times she could feel the heel touching her spine, a warning that if she 
should retch he would kick her in the back. "That's enough." 

Ellen pulled away, wiping her lips against the filthy rags still cushioning 
in her body from the floor. She prayed silently that something would happen 
to interrupt this horrible little session-perhaps another call from her 
daughter Julie, a neighbor knocking at the door, something that would force 
Paul to end this madness. 

But nothing happened. He stared down at her, licking his lips once more, 
then knelt down beside her. Ellen trembled, shrinking back from her foster 
son. 

"You don't have to be worried, Mom. I ain't gonna hurt you no more . ... 
leastwise, not tonight," Paul said in a soft voice. It was almost 
comforting. 

Ellen whimpered, staring at him with wide, frightened eyes. She was 
trembling, actually trembling under her son's touch. How things had changed 
in the past few moments. Instead of being his mother, she was his victim, a 
trembling, helpless victim of his whims. 

"Don't ... don't...." 

That was the only word she could say as he trailed one finger along her 
back. Was he going to kick her senseless, burn her, torment her once more 
with that horrible belt? Ellen cowered now as he petted her with one hand. 
"Did Dad ever butt-fuck you, Mom?" 

"No!" 

Ellen's mind raced. Once or twice, Hank had tried sticking his cock into her 
ass. She had even let him get as far as positioning her for the ass-fuck. 
But the pain, the dull ache followed by excruciating agony prevented her 
from letting her husband do much more than fuck his cockhead into her 
shitter. Why had Hank wanted to do that, anyway? Ellen couldn't understand 
that then, as she couldn't understand the question her foster son asked her 
now. 

"Too bad. Well, you gotta learn sometime." 

Ellen trembled. Her ordeal was only beginning. Paul was going to fuck her 
ass! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Nnnnngghhhhh!" 

His thumb, that awful thumb was squeezing into Ellen's asshole! 

She felt the jagged nail gouging at her shitter lining, the thumb twisting 
around and around, sending hot shivers racing from her asshole to her cunt. 
Ellen squirmed against the rags on the floor, her knees banging against the 
concrete, her hands clawing at the loose rags all around her. Several times 
she had tried to snap her sphincter shut and push back, tried to force her 
foster son's fingers out of her bowels. But Paul kept them in, torturing his 
mother, worming his thumb in deeper and deeper until he had it jammed in up 
to the big bottom knuckle. 

"Uhhhhh ... oooohhh!" 

Ellen twisted her head around, opening her mouth and drawing in air while 
she felt him fuck in another finger. Two fingers, twisting around and around 
in her ass, stretching her bowel lining until she thought it would tear! The 
frantic blonde jerked both legs outward, her toes fanning out until they 
cramped. Paul only laughed at her distress, fucking both fingers in deeper 
and deeper. 

"Oh no, no! God!" 

Ellen banged her forehead against the water heater once more as the pain 
became almost unbearable. When he began stabbing his fingers in and out in a 
fucking motion, she arched her back, wallowed her belly against the floor 
while still trying to squeeze out those horrible intruders. Oh, how they 
hurt her! How that twisting, digging motion made her ass burn with pain! 

"Yeah, Mom, move that ass. Got it nice and hot for you with my belt. Now 
you're gonna move it, move it real nice for my prick," Paul growled, trying 
to shove another finger in her ass. 

"No ... yaggggggghhhhhh!" 

Ellen shrieked repeatedly, her face becoming red and pinched with agony 
while her asshole lining stretched a little more. He was doing it, shoving 
that horrible third finger into her shitter. 

Lights popped in front of her, blinding the confused woman to everything 
except the pain throbbing in her ass. Paul was between her legs now, bending 
over, biting her neck. He was turning on to this terrible scene. She could 
feel the tip of his hot prick pressing against her jiggling, tormented ass 
cheeks. And still those fingers were moving around and around, the nails 
scraping against her silky, moist ass lining. He was fucking her ass 
steadily with his fingers now, jamming them in and out, up to the second 
finger joint! There was a soft, sucking sound, a sound that made Ellen feel 
nauseated. 

"Ohhhhh...." 

Paul stopped his finger-fucking for a moment, licking his tongue along the 
nape of her neck, then biting the white, sensitive flesh once more. Her 
foster son. How he was treating her, finger-fucking her ass like this, 
tormenting her! Ellen groaned, undulating her thighs against the flattened 
pile of dirty rags under her. The smells, the sounds, everything about his 
rape was disgusting. And yet ... and yet there was something appealing in 
it, something that attracted her as well as repulsed her. 

He was pulling out now, drawing out first one finger, then the other, then 
finally the thumb. Ellen relaxed all her muscles, sighing with relief. 

"It ain't over yet, Mom." 

He was bending over her once more, both hands on her ass now, spreading the 
full ass cheeks outward. She felt the lewd stretching sensation and groaned 
once more. But this time the cry was more one of pleasure, not pain. There 
was that wonderfully strange sensation glowing between her legs once more, 
that incredible itchy, throbbing heat in her pussy. 

The touch of her son's fingers against her ass, the feel of his breath 
blowing against her stretched shitter added somehow to the excitement. Ellen 
closed her eyes in shame, knowing full well she shouldn't be feeling these 
things. But there was nothing she could do. The touch of Paul's hands on her 
ass was driving her mad with fuck-lust. Try as she might, she couldn't stop 
that wonderful sexual sensation in her clit, making that tiny little love 
bud grow hard and stiff all over again. 

She felt his thumbs caressing the sensitive sweaty flesh of her ass crack 
once more, the nails sliding dangerously close to the wrinkled skin of her 
shitter. He was peeling her open, pushing apart her ass cheeks, then 
lowering his face into the soft valley of her ass crevice. 

His tongue! Oh, he was licking her ass, sticking his tongue into her asshole 
and licking all around, fucking his tongue in and out. How he teased her, 
with his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his tongue fucking her 
asshole! Ellen moaned, raising her ass instinctively and wagging it from 
side to side. Oh, she was such a slut, a shameless slut, letting her son do 
this to her! 

"Yeah, that's it, Mom. Move that ass, come on, move it just like the bitch 
you are," Paul moaned, cupping his lips to her asshole and sucking hard 
while curling his tongue into her shitter. 

Ellen thought she was going to die! The whipping, the torture in that 
horrible coffin, and now this! The sensations were so powerful, so terribly 
strong, perhaps made that way by all the distress she had had to endure 
earlier. Now she wiggled on the floor, her son's tongue fucking into her 
shitter and caressing the silky bowel lining. 

"Yeah, you're ready." 

Ellen gasped, she felt her foster son moving up, felt his hands press in 
against the sides of her body while his knees kept hers wide apart. He was 
lowering himself onto her body. She could feel his cock sliding up into her 
ass crack, then tilting back, the cockhead slipping up against her puckered 
asshole. 

"No, Paul, you'll ... uhhhh ... you'll kill me if you ... if you do that!" 

"Nobody ever died because their ass got fucked ... but you may think you're 
gonna die," Paul gasped, resting his chin against the back of his mother's 
neck. 

"No! Oh please, don't do this to me!" 

It had to be the ultimate humiliation, the bottom-line degradation! She felt 
his prickhead pressing hard against the puckered muscles of her shitter. 
Paul was puffing behind her, struggling for breath. Ellen waited, wondering 
how she would be able to take on such a long, thick cock as her son's. 

There was another flutter in her cunt. She thought of lying there helplessly 
while he shoved that cock of his into her ass. And suddenly a fresh flood of 
cunt juice wet down her cuntlips. Once more Ellen tried twisting her head 
around to see what her foster son was doing. 

"Take it, Mom." 

He was holding tightly onto her hips, pulling her ass up slightly while 
jerking his knees forward. Ellen groaned, closing her eyes and sucking in 
her lower lip. She could hear her foster son grunting with the effort, felt 
his body tensing against hers while the fingers worked against her upper 
thighs. She arched her back a little. There was nothing she would be able to 
do to stop him. She decided to try and relax, to take that prick up her ass 
as best she could. 

"Yaggggghhhhhhh!" 

There was a sudden, piercing pain, an agony that felt as if he had stabbed 
her ass with a blunt spear! 

Ellen screamed, her eyes widening, her nostrils flaring while sweat broke 
out once more on her forehead. She screamed and screamed again, her voice 
becoming shrill. Yelling again, she felt the fat blunt cockhead pressing 
against her virgin asshole. Paul was only laughing at her shouts, jeering at 
the way she wriggled her body in another vain attempt to scoot away from his 
fat prick. 

"You ain't goin' nowhere ... least till I get through with you," he said, 
lowering his head once more and biting down on the nape of her neck until 
Ellen thought he broke the skin. 

"Uhhhhhh...." 

"Take it, Mom, take my fat prick up your ass ... yeah, goin' in now." 

"No, no, noooooo!" 

Ellen was shrieking louder now, her cries bouncing off the cold walls of the 
basement. The whole tight ring of her shitter was being shoved up into her 
guts. It was such a strange, weird sensation. Ellen thought her body was 
going to come apart at the seams. Paul was grunting and puffing behind her, 
drawing his prick back, then tensing his thigh and ass muscles and shoving 
down and forward. She felt as if she were some kind of insect being pinned 
to an examining board. Ellen grunted, growled, chewed and bit at the rags 
surrounding her face as her son kept shoving down. "Uhhhhh...." 

He couldn't get past her shitter muscles. He was hunching down, pressing in. 
Ellen could feel his balls against her ass cheeks, feel his breath panting 
against the back of her neck. He was bruising her thigh flesh now with his 
fingers as he struggled madly to fuck his fat prickhead into her asshole. 

"Come on, baby, come on, Mom! Loosen up, let me in, let me in so I can fuck 
the shit outta your butt," Paul grunted. 

"Nooooo!" 

The pressure against her asshole eased up for an instant. Ellen sighed, 
letting down her guard. That was all Paul needed. Holding onto her more 
tightly than before, he shoved down, his blunt prickhead edging past her 
tense ass ring and fucking well into her injured, stretched asshole. 

"Nooooo!" 

Ellen thought she was being torn in two, ripped in half like a piece of 
paper. She squirmed, moving her ass back and forth. Oh, oh, how that hurt! 
Even after the fingering, the licking, her ass still throbbed with agony as 
Paul's cock fucked in. Ellen sobbed and gagged, crying out to her foster son 
to stop this insanity. But Paul only growled at her, telling her to shut up. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" 

Ellen felt the pain of his hard fucking reaching higher and higher in her 
ass guts. It was spreading to all parts of her body, making her head ache, 
her muscles throb with the tension. And more, more of his prick was slipping 
in, stretching her bowels, filling her belly with a weird kind of heat. 

"Feel good, Mom? Feel better 'n' havin' my cock in your cunt?" 

"No, no, no!" 

But that wasn't quite the truth. There was a kind of pleasure she was 
receiving, a kind of delight that confused her. Yes, she was having a good 
time tonight, having one of the best times of her life with her son. And all 
he was doing was tormenting her, humiliating her by fucking her ass. 

And how that cock seemed to fuck in for ever! Yes, it did feel as if he were 
impaling her with some spear, pinning her to the basement floor with his 
fuck rod. She could feel his sweat dripping down from his body, spattering 
on her back and shoulders while more and more of his prick speared into her 
protesting shitter. 

"Fuck, Mom, this is good V hot 'n' tight." 

"Oh God!" 

Ellen's legs and arms spasmed. She could feel the wiry hairs of his crotch 
tickling and teasing the sensitive skin of her ass. His balls nestled 
against her full, round ass cheeks while he rested for a moment. She could 
hear his breathing become more regular. His prick was jerking around inside 
her ass guts, throbbing and twitching like some live animal. He was excited. 
And his arousal, that terrible animal excitement, was doing something to 
her. Yes, Ellen felt herself turning on to this horrible ass-fuck. She was 
beginning to heat up quickly. She felt her cunt growing warmer and warmer, 
her clit hard, throbbing in time with the throbbing of her foster son's 
cock. 

"Ummmmm!" 

"Yeah, Mom, gettin' turned on to it, right?" 

His words were mocking her. But he was telling the truth. She loved it, 
loved feeling his prick inside her ass. But if only she could have it now 
inside her cunt. He had proven his point. He could fuck her in the ass and 
make her like it. But now she wanted that heat, that stiffness, that length 
and breadth of his cock in her cunt. Oh, what she would have given to have 
him fuck his cock into her pussy! 

Ellen bit her lip. She couldn't even sob now, not with the constant fucking 
of Paul's prick in her ass. She shoved her ass up toward him, trying to get 
some relief from the strange sucking sensation in her asshole. Oh, how the 
hot electric charges teased her clit, made her cuntal walls snap shut on 
nothing but thin air. Paul paused halfway out, bracing himself above her 
body. Then with a grunt he fucked back in, his cock trenching through her 
shitter like a posthole digger through soft mud. "Unnnghhhhh!" 

Ellen felt his hands moving up now, sliding up her side, sliding up until 
his fingers were caressing her tits. He was fondling her tit, pinching her 
nipples once more while fucking her in the ass! Faster, faster, faster his 
prick was going. The round firm mounds of her ass flexed, relaxed, then 
flexed again against his belly. She was actually looking for more of that 
lascivious full feeling that was still threatening to split her ass wide 
open. 

The sliding of his prick as it fucked deeper and deeper in her guts sent 
shivery hot thrills through her ass. Ellen felt her bowels filling more and 
more with Paul's hard cock. Was it growing? Was there some awful magic 
involved making her foster son's prick expand? No, it had to be her 
imagination. Her asshole nerves were going mad with sensations as Paul 
fucked harder and harder. Ellen imagined that thick bar of cockmeat growing 
to an incredible size while it fucked wildly into her ass guts. She could 
feel her foster son's balls slapping against her ass. "No, no, stop!" 

But Paul was beyond responding to any command she could give him. He was 
fucking deeper now, past where the first fuck-strokes had stopped. Ellen 
inhaled, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. The incredible distention 
of her shit chute made her belly seem full! 

The tempo of Paul's ass-ripping prick increased. He wasn't going to slow 
down. He was fucking wildly now. And oh, how she loved it! He was speeding 
up his fuck-strokes, his groin hitting her ass cheeks until they were 
jiggling continually. And how the tissues in her ass guts burned! It was as 
if someone had set fire to them! As the speed of his ass-fucking increased, 
Ellen felt her cuntlips squeeze out more juice from her body. Heat was 
burning her clit, making the tiny orgasm throb dangerously close to orgasm. 

Cum! Yes, she was going to climax, climax with her foster son's prick inside 
her ass! And she could tell he was about to shoot also. Yes, he was going to 
dump his cum-load in her ass, fill her ass with his hot spunk just as he'd 
filled her pussy earlier. 

His fingers were pinching and tearing at her nipples now. Paul stopped 
fucking for a moment, his sweaty, muscular body shivering against hers. He 
was close, very close to cumming. The thought that her foster son was about 
to squirt his jizz up her ass drove her mad. Ellen jerked her head from the 
floor and snapped it from side to side, gasping. She hunched her ass back 
and forth in wild strokes while Paul rammed his cock deep into her ass. 
Ellen thought she could feel her guts ripping. But she didn't care. No, all 
she wanted was what she felt now, a holocaust of liquid, lusty fire 
exploding deep in her ass! 

"Yagggghhhhh!" 

It was happening! Oh yes, yes, dear God, it was happening! Ellen screamed, 
her body straining, her mind exploding into thousands of brightly colored 
pieces. The thick spurting masses of her son's cum drove her wild. She felt 
her cuntlips snapping shut on nothing, could almost hear her pussy walls 
slapping against one another as her cunt muscles spasmed crazily. 

Fucked! Yes, she was fucked, all right, but in the ass! 

"Ohhhh, fuck it out, baby! Yeah, move that butt around. Feels good, feels 
real good havin' your asshole around my prick," Paul moaned. 

He was holding her tightly, smoothing his hands up and down her body now 
while still fucking glob after glob of his spunk into her ass. 

"Oh no, no, this ... this is wrong, it's...." 

Then a blinding explosion choked off her words. She was climaxing, cumming 
with a whirlwind fury that startled her. Ellen twisted and writhed on the 
floor, beating her fists on the rags while jerking her legs outward. Again 
and again the itchy, fiery thrills assailed her clit. Oh, if only she could 
have a cock in her cunt, something to keep her itchy cunt walls from 
touching and convulsing, something to caress her aching, empty pussy! But 
no. Paul's cock was in her ass, still fucking back and forth, still 
stretching her shitter lining, still sending streamers of his jizz up into 
her ass. 

"Ohhhh, it's ... ughhhhhh...." 

Ellen felt herself slipping down the cliff, felt herself losing 
consciousness. Oh, it was so wonderful, so shamelessly wonderful! But where 
in the name of God would it all end? 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Julie!" 

"Hi, Mom. I'm sorry, but I just couldn't stand that camp any more!" 

It had been three days since Ellen's assfucking session with Paul in her 
basement. Julie strode into the brightly lit foyer, carrying suitcases, a 
backpack strapped to her shoulders. 

"Well, don't I even get a hello?" 

"Uh, well, of course, dead. It's just that I...." 

Julie frowned, putting down her suitcases and shrugging off the pack. 

"Don't worry about the money, Mom. They said they'd refund you part of it 
... the unused part. So, I guess you've got me on your hands till school 
starts." 

Ellen closed the door, her mind whirling in confusion. 

This was an unexpected turn of events. Paul was, thank God, not there at the 
moment. He had been aloof during the past few days, barely speaking to Ellen 
since he had pulled his softening prick from her stretched asshole three 
nights before. He moved about the house as if nothing untoward had happened, 
avoiding his mother's accusing looks, making sure he left the table shortly 
after finishing dinner. How many times Ellen had wished to speak to him, to 
try to reason out what had happened between them. But Paul cut short any 
such attempts, leaving her presence and stalking to the garage. It all made 
Ellen terribly nervous and unsure of herself. 

And now ... now her natural daughter Julie had to come back! 

"Oh, I'm not worried about the money, Julie. Here, let me help you." 

Ellen picked up a suitcase and ushered her daughter upstairs to her room. On 
the way up she thought of her situation, of what had happened. What would 
happen now, with Julie back? How would Paul react? How would she manage with 
both of them in the same house, under the same roof? Her heart was pounding 
hard as she went into her daughter's room and placed the heavy suitcase down 
by the bureau. 

"Been gone only a few weeks, yet it seems like ages," Julie said, looking 
around the room and avoiding her mother's questioning looks. 

"Yes, so it seems." 

Ellen stared hard at her daughter. Julie was only a teenager, but she 
certainly had become a young woman overnight. It seemed only yesterday the 
girl was playing with dolls and toys. Now she was a full-grown woman, with a 
definite bustline and firm, supple thighs. She had inherited her mother's 
devastating beauty-a beauty Ellen feared would get the girl in trouble. 
Julie was such a strong-minded girl, but one who hadn't had the experience 
to deal with the world, and especially men. Julie had said something once or 
twice about funny feelings she had when near Paul. Now those conversations 
came back to Ellen with full force. Ellen could see the clouds gathering on 
the horizon and there seemed to be nothing she could do to stop it. 

"Was there something wrong at the camp? I mean," she said, seeing her 
daughter's eyebrows raised, "I wonder why you came back so soon." Ellen sat 
down on the bed, patting the mattress next to her as a silent invitation for 
her daughter. 

"No, not really. It was just kinda dumb," Julie answered, shaking the hair 
from her eyes and sitting next to her mother. 

"It's just that ... well, I didn't expect you for some time," Ellen said 
after an uncomfortable pause. 

More seconds of silence passed. There was so much she wanted to say to her 
daughter, to ask her. But something kept back the words. 

"How's Paul?" Julie asked. 

The sudden question made Ellen start. Did Julie notice her change in color, 
the slight shiver of her flesh? No, the girl was staring off into space. 
Thank God! 

"Fine. He's been a great help since your father passed on." 

If only Julie knew just how much of a help he had been! What would she say 
if she were to know only a part of what had happened here at the house! What 
would she think if she knew her mother had been carrying on with her foster 
son, letting him fuck her in the cunt and ass, letting him beat her, drag 
her through the muck? And if she knew how much Ellen loved it! 

"I don't think I like him very much," Julie said, smoothing her fingers over 
her long, blonde hair. She gave her mother a disapproving look, her pretty 
face suddenly becoming sober. "Couldn't you send him away or something? He 
gives me the creeps the way he keeps staring at me." 

"He can't help it," Ellen said, feeling a little strange defending her 
foster son. "Besides, if he gives you the creeps you should have stayed back 
at the camp." 

Julie obviously hadn't been ready for that comeback. She arched her 
eyebrows, moving away from her mother nad getting that awful distant look in 
her eyes. 

"Well, I just wanted to come home. I want to unpack now, Mother. I'll be 
down later," she sniffed, drawing away. 

Ellen sighed rubbing the back of her neck with her fingers. Julie was 
getting distant once more. Ellen knew teenaged girls and boys had that 
tendency. If only Hank were there he'd be able to deal with it. But she was 
alone, alone with Julie upstairs and Paul doing God only knows what. 

Rising from the bed, she moved past her daughter and entered the hall. At 
that point she heard the sound of her foster son's car pulling up into the 
drive. Glancing back nervously over one shoulder toward her daughter's room, 
Ellen rushed downstairs, encountering her son just as he entered the 
kitchen. 

"Listen, Julie's back and...." 

She stopped, seeing the dirty smile crossing her foster son's lips. 

"Little Miss Julie, huh?" 

Ellen trembled, wishing there were some way she could get her daughter out 
of the house. She knew what was on her son's mind, could feel what he was 
feeling. 

"No, no, don't you ... don't you even think it. You can do what you want 
with me, but leave my daughter out of this," Ellen said, her voice low and 
trembling. 

"Just came to tell you to be around tonight. Better get rid of Julie." 

Paul said nothing more, rolling his eyes up and looking at the ceiling. 
Ellen knew he was thinking of her daughter, probably thinking he could do 
the same thing to her as he'd done to Ellen. No, she wouldn't allow it. If 
she had to rope her daughter and send her back to camp, she would. But never 
would she allow Julie to fall into this same trap. 

The hours ticked by slowly. All afternoon Julie stayed up in her room, 
coming down only for a glass of water. She mumbled a word or M two to her 
mother, glancing out the kitchen window and staring for a second at Paul, 
who continued to work on his car. Frowning, she turned and shuffled back to 
the stairs, the problem of what to do with Julie that evening was solved 
later when one of her old girlfriends called and, finding Julie back home, 
invited the girl out for dinner and a movie. 

"Better than having dinner with ... him," Julie said just before leaving the 
house. 

"Julie, you just have to understand. He comes from a home where-" 

"Yes Mother, I know. I know all about the underprivileged. But in our house? 
In Daddy's house?" 

Julie's face was pinched, almost as if she were going to cry. Ellen wanted 
to reach out and touch her daughter. But already Julie had backed away and 
was walking quickly down the street. 

Ellen watched her daughter's pert ass wagging, barely concealed by the short 
red skirt she was wearing. How she wanted to tell her daughter about the 
pitfalls of life, about men like Paul. But the words just wouldn't come. 
Instead, she silently closed the door, leaning heavily against it, feeling 
her heart sink. She was a slut, a terrible slut who was fucking her foster 
son and loving it. He had told her in so many words that he was going to 
fuck her this evening. Yes, that was why she had to get her daughter out of 
the house, push her own flesh and blood out the door so she could satisfy 
some sick craving she felt. 

Sighing heavily, Ellen moved away from the door was if in a dream and walked 
to the large sofa. Tracing her fingers over the top, she thought of how many 
times she and her late husband Hank had sat there and dreamed, dreamed of a 
long life together where, toward the end, they would retire to some lost 
island in Canada. How those dreams returned now to mock her as she stood 
there, waiting for her foster son. 

"Mom?" 

Ellen stiffened, her fingers curling, the nails biting into her palms. She 
could put an end to this at once. But did she dare? 

"Come on, Mom." 

Paul walked into the living room, stopping at the doorway. 

"No, I can't do this again ... I just can't do it, not with Julie back." 

"Fuck that bitch. I got me a buddy downstairs, and he wants to see you 
perform. Now you're gonna come down with me, or I'm gonna drag you." 

A buddy? She was becoming a freak show! 

"No, get out of my house! Julie was right, you're nothing but a...." 

Ellen stopped, seeing her foster son's face tighten while his nostrils 
flared. 

"So, that little slut's been bad-mouthing me," Paul said, cocking his head 
to one side. He grew pensive for a moment, a slow smile once more crossing 
his lips. "I'll take care of that later. But now...." 

He moved forward, taking his mother by one wrist and pulling her across the 
living room, through the kitchen and to the door leading to the basement. 
Ellen kept tugging back, pulling until she thought she had popped something 
in her shoulder. He was so strong, so insistent. Yet she knew she had to 
fight back, fight now, or she would be lost forever. 

"Come on!" Paul snapped. 

The door flew open and once more there was that familiar musky smell of the 
cellar invading her nostrils. Ellen shrank back, her legs hitting the wall, 
her feet slipping over the stairway runner. 

"Move!" 

She was forced down, whimpering and fighting all the way. Halfway down the 
steps, she could make out another figure standing to one side of the stairs. 
She had seen him a few times in the back yard, one of Paul's no-good 
friends, she guessed. Now he was there to watch her fuck, to judge her. How 
foul she felt! 

"Stop this!" Ellen blurted. 

Paul pulled her the rest of the way down, wheeling her around and sending 
her stumbling toward the opposite wall. Ellen broke her fall with both hands 
in front of her. Immediately, she turned around to confront her tormentors. 
What was wrong with her? It was happening again! In spite of herself, in 
spite of all her fine resolves, she was feeling that alltoo-familiar warmth 
beginning in her cunt again, taking her breath away. Her belly tingled and 
felt as if it were tensing and melting with sexual heat. Her cunt was 
tensing, the cunt walls buckling under the rising excitement, the cuntlips 
moving subtly against one another while juice trickled maddeningly through 
the tangled thicket of her pussy hair. She felt disoriented, half mad with 
delight and fear. Her cunt creamed, but her hands and feet were incredibly 
cold, felt like blocks of ice. Ellen was aware of harboring feelings of 
revulsion and sexual excitement at the same time. It was too much for her to 
think about now. 

"Think you're so smart, huh? You thought you'd be able to get away from me," 
Paul said, his hands on his hips. His buddy was standing to the right and 
smirking at her. "This here's Jack. You seen him around workin' with me. He 
thinks you're stuck up ... like all the other bitches around here. I told 
him you're just plain folks." 

Paul smirked at the last remark, chuckling in his throat. 

"This is horrible," she murmured. 

Paul's smile faded. He walked over to her and slapped her hard across the 
face. 

"Too bad, Mom. You didn't think it was so bad when you licked my boots, when 
you moved that ass around with my cock in it." 

"You fucked her in the butt?" Jack asked, his eyes brightening. 

"Yeah, and she dug it. Screamed a lot at first, then got down and got dirty. 
That's what she likes, man. Right Mom?" Paul asked. 

"No, no!" 

Ellen rubbed her injured cheek with one hand, pressing her shoulderblades 
and ass against the concrete wall. She glanced from one man to the other, 
feeling both her arousal and her fear increase. 

"You wanna lick his boots, too?" 

"Oh, no, no, stop it!" she protested, putting one hand to her mouth and 
turning away from the two mocking men. 

"She's coy, but she'll come around," Paul said. 

Paul stretched out one hand and grabbed strands of his mother's hair, 
pulling her across the room. Ellen cried out as she felt the pain of her 
thick hair being yanked out by the roots. 

"Yaaggghhhhhhh!" 

Ellen felt her feet tangling together as she stumbled forward, tears of pain 
blinding her. Her hands jerked out for support while her mind spun 
dizzyingly around and around. She was aware of Paul and Jack near her. Paul 
yanked her down, down toward the floor. Her knees buckled, her body pitching 
forward. In a moment she was kneeling in front of Jack, her head lowered. 
Paul had let go of her hair. But when she tried straightening back up she 
felt something pressing down on the back of her neck. His boot! He was 
stepping on her neck, shoving her back down to the floor with one boot. She 
could feel the leather pressing hard against her upper spine, shoving her 
down. With a grunt, Ellen collapsed to the floor, her head twisted to one 
side, her cheek pressed against the cracked concrete. Jack had pushed one 
boot up against her mouth hard. Ellen groaned, tasting her own blood. 

"Come on, lick it! Lick his boot like you licked mine." 

Once more, the woman felt bile rising in her throat but managed to control 
herself. Sticking out her tongue, Ellen found herself again cleaning boots 
with her mouth, her tongue leaving long trails of spit on the black leather. 
It was foul, a filthy taste that made Ellen choke. But she had no choice 
other than to obey her foster son's command. 

"That's enough." 

And with that the boot slipped off her neck. Ellen coughed, sucking in air 
through her nostrils when she felt a sharp blow to her ass. 

"Aaaaiiieeeee!" 

His belt! He was belting her again, slapping her round, firm ass cheeks for 
Jack's enjoyment. 

"She digs this, man, likes havin' some pain to go along with a good, hard 
fuck," Paul said. 

"Yeah, she looks like she 's turnin' on to it," Jack commented. 

Ellen felt the sharp, stinging blow of the leather against the sensitive 
flesh of her ass. She could feel the welts rising again, just as she had 
felt them three days before. Her cries and wails echoed through the large 
cavernous basement. Thank God, her daughter had gone. She couldn't imagine 
Julie in the same house while this was going on! 

"Uhhhhhhhh!" 

Again the belt, again the stinging sharp blow of the leather smacking over 
her ass flesh. The heat radiated up, up to her brain, then down to her cunt, 
making her clit tingle once more. She tossed her head, her hair splashing 
over her face. Her cuntlips were swelling up with blood now, one folding 
over the other, both rubbing against her stiffening clit while pussy juice 
oozed down her thighs. Ellen moaned, feeling unable to cope with the wild 
melange of lust seething in her. She was a volcano about to erupt with new, 
unfamiliar passions. Oh, how deliciously good it was to feel her clit become 
inflamed with desire. 

The belt landed again and again, the leather crisscrossing over her flesh, 
warming her ass, heating up her cunt as well. She moved her ass from one 
side to the other, grinding her sticky wet pussy, feeling as if she were 
about to climax at any second. Her ass cheeks were dimpling rhythmically as 
she felt herself getting hot, oh so hot, so very, very sexually hot! Her 
belly sagged, then tightened as those familiar hot-chilly flashes of orgasm 
began to flicker around her clit. 

"Uhghhhhhh...." 

And then her entire body convulsed. She started to squeal shamelessly, her 
body becoming tight with passion as her climax ripped at her cunt. Oh, how 
good it was to feel the hot flow of pussy juice flushing from her hot 
fuckhole. She felt the thick cream coating her cuntlips and oozing down her 
thighs as she kept grinding her legs together. 

"Yessssssss!" she hissed. 

The belt cracked down once more, curling around from her asshole to her 
cunt. She squealed again, feeling her body catch fire. Her nipples puckered 
tightly, sending messages of delight through her. Yes, oh yes, this was 
wonderful! Her clit, her asshole, her nipples, everything was on fire as she 
squirmed and came in front of her foster son and his strange friend. And 
Ellen knew this was only the beginning! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"She came, man, she came," Jack said, smacking his lips in the same way Paul 
did. 

Animals, both of them, animals Ellen wanted around. 

"Yeah, man, Mom's okay that way. She pops off regular like that." 

Ellen was trembling, breathing heavily, her head spinning. Her nipples were 
hard and tightly puckered, sending hot messages of delight coursing through 
her. The cherry-red nubs felt like little buttons of fire, and the sensation 
matched another hot feeling racing from her clit. 

"Now say you want more, Mom. Come on, tell me you want more." 

"No ... oh God, you're both sick, so sick to be making me do this," she 
gasped, twisting her head away. 

"Hey, man, she's got one hell of a bad mouth," Jack said, bobbing his head 
cockily up and down while pressing his boot harder against her mouth. 

Ellen gagged, twisting her head away once more, feeling sick in the pit of 
her stomach. 

"Yeah, real nasty mouth. Too bad we can't wash it out with somethin'. But I 
bet we can take care of her." 

"Yeah, maybe we should cut it out ... you know, then serve it up to her, 
like some of those dudes did back in the Middle Ages or somethin'," Jack 
said, running his callused fingers through his thick, black hair. 

Ellen thought she had landed in some madhouse. They were talking like 
inmates of some wild asylum. Once more she tried getting up, and once more 
her foster son shoved her down with the heel of his boot. 

"Hold 'er down," Paul said, disappearing in the direction of the workbench. 

Jack muttered something, grabbing a thick hank of Ellen's hair and twisting 
it around. The woman squealed, her head snapping back, her back arching as 
she tried to ease the pulling, tearing pain in her scalp. Her heart was 
pounding, and she thought she could hear her hair tearing from the roots. Oh 
God, when would this all end? 

Paul came back, saying something about stripping her. There were hands all 
over her, fingers prying at the zipper tab on her summer dress. Was it Paul 
or Jack pushing her garment down, tearing it off her narrow shoulders, 
pulling it over her thighs? She didn't know. It was all happening so 
quickly. The dress was gone. Next came her panties, the damp nylon being 
pulled roughly from her crotch, slipped over her thighs and ankles. 

"Man, good hot pussy. Mmmmm, can smell it from here," Jack mocked. 

"Yeah, she fries up a prick real nice ... not a bad ass-fuck either," Paul 
commented, reaching down and unfastening her bra. 

Ellen felt her bra slip away, her tits pillowing out under her against the 
cold floor. They had stripped her naked. She lay there helpless, under the 
steady hot gaze of her foster son and his perverted friend. Turning her head 
around and glancing up, she saw Paul standing there with two long lengths of 
twine. What was he going to do to her? 

"Let's show Mom we don't fuck around here. We mean business." 

"Yeah, then maybe we can get started on your sister. Man, she's one hot 
piece of ass, I'll bet," Jack muttered. 

"Don't know. Never tried her out, but that's gonna change," Paul muttered, 
bending down. 

"No, no, not Julie! Oh God, you can't mean that. Do anything to me, but not 
to-" 

"Aw, shut the fuck up, Mom," Paul barked, slapping his mother hard across 
the mouth. 

Ellen's head snapped back, her lips cutting hard across her front teeth from 
the force of his cruel blow. 

"Uhhhhhhh...." 

Paul did most of the work. He tied one end of the twine with a slip knot, 
moving the loop around to his mother's right nipple. Ellen's eyes widened. 
She watched him snare the loop around the hard, long nub, tightening it 
until the rubbery tit tip started to turn purple. 

"Ohhhhh...." 

Ellen arched her back, closing her eyes and biting down on her lower lip 
from the pain. She tried struggling free once more. But Jack's grip on her 
hair grew stronger at that point, her hair tearing once more at the roots. 
Ellen relaxed, seething that the boys were deter mined to have their way at 
any price. 

"Now the other one." 

Paul worked with the second piece of twine, looping it around her other 
nipple and tightening it until he heard Ellen squealing. 

"Oh, oh, don't ... oh God, this hurts ... you're hurting me with that ... 
ughhhhh!" 

They rolled her over onto her ass. She was halfway sitting up, her back 
resting against Jack's left leg while he kept her hair pulled up between his 
yanking fingers. Her eyelids fluttered, her tits jiggling and slapping 
together while the twine cut off most of the circulation to her nipples. Oh 
God, it was terrible, the pain from her tits and from her scalp making her 
whimper in agony. Ellen could feel more and more strands of her hair tearing 
from her scalp. Her body was riddled with pain as her foster son and his 
buddy laughed! 

While Jack held her, Paul moved her down toward the water heater, finally 
taking both free ends of the twine and tying them to the iron legs 
supporting the heater tank. Ellen screamed in agony, twisting in Jack's 
grip. But the young stud only ripped and tore at her hair more, finally 
quieting her down with that pain. Ellen realized nothing would stop these 
animals from tormenting her except time. She had to endure, last through 
this agony somehow, then escape-escape, or throw her son out. 

The twine cut into the sensitive tit flesh. Ellen sobbed, biting down still 
on her lower lip, and peered down at her distorted tits. She whimpered, 
wishing there were some way she could escape, some way she could demand to 
be set free. But her pleas, her demands would only be met with laughter. She 
knew that from past experience with her son. 

"Please ... ohhhhh God, Paul, you're hurting ... uhhhhh ... hurting me. Oh 
please, don't make it so tight!" 

"Don't start sobbing around now, Mom. We ain't even got started yet." 

Paul got up, patted his mother on the head as if she were some trained 
animal, then moved around back to his foster father's workbench. She could 
hear him opening drawer after drawer, searching for something. The twine was 
awful torture to her nipples. At times Ellen tried leaning forward, trying 
to ease the pulling agony of the twine on her tits. But Jack was 
ever-vigilant, tugging her back, pulling her against his legs hard and 
increasing the agony throbbing in her tits. 

"Yaggghhhhh!" 

Ellen wished she could faint, could pass out and be oblivious to this agony 
and shame. But something in her kept her conscious in spite of her wishes. 

Paul returned in a moment, more rope hanging from his right hand. He moved 
behind Jack, dropping all but one piece. He tied a figure-eight knot 
brutally around Ellen's upper arms, pulling them back harshly. Then he 
twisted the rope around in another figure eight, trapping her high-riding 
tits close to her chest. He squeezed her tits hard with the hemp, making 
them more swollen. He finished by attaching the half-inch line around her 
narrow waist. 

Roped! Bound like some farm animal, completely helpless in her own house! 
Ellen grunted, pulling up her arms as best she could, feeling the aching 
pain resulting from restricted movement. 

"Now, all comfy?" Paul asked, stepping back and checking the ropes. 

"No, oh God, God, you're ... inhuman. I can't believe I raised you in this 
house," Ellen said, feeling the rough hemp digging into her skin. It chafed 
her flesh, turning the white skin dark pink. Was all this roping, all this 
mauling of her tits going to mutilate them? Were the youths going to make 
her into some kind of hideous monster? 

"Uhhhhhh...." 

Ellen's tits seemed to swell as the rough rope dug into her flesh. She 
looked from one young stud to the other, tears blinding her. Oh please, 
please God, let them stop, make them stop. 

"And like we said, we ain't through. We got lots more to do," Paul said. 

"Why? Why are you doing this to me? What did your father and I ever do to 
you to deserve this?" Ellen wailed. 

Paul said nothing, moving away to a shelf in one corner of the basement. He 
came back moments later with a long pair of scissors. Ellen recognized them 
as the ones she used to trim the rose bushes out back. 

"You talk too much, lady. I think we should cut your tongue out." 

"Oh no, no!" she shrieked, twisting her head away, clamping down her jaws. 

It would be something they would do, something they would try in the heat of 
their perverted lust. She clenched her teeth together, whimpering. No, no, 
they couldn't do something like that to her. They just couldn't! Her eyes 
focused on her foster son's crotch and she saw his prick pressing hard 
against the faded denim material. No, he wouldn't commit such a bloody act 
while he was excited, would he? 

"Now, open your mouth," Paul said, clicking the scissors in front of her 
terrified eyes. 

Ellen shook her head from side to side, refusing to do as she was told in 
spite of the tearing pain in her scalp. 

"Hey, man, look at that," Paul said, pointing to her wet pussy. 

Jack looked over Ellen's shoulder. 

"Man, she's a nympho or something," he barked, pulling hard on Ellen's hair. 
The woman screamed through her teeth once more. 

"Gotta cover up her cunt. It ain't right for a son to be lookin' at his 
mother's hot cunt," Paul said, dropping the scissors on the floor. 

Ellen sobbed, the taunts beginning to tell on her. She had never done 
anything wrong in life, certainly nothing to merit this. She watched as her 
son went to the workbench once more and returned with a shabby, stained and 
very smelly piece of dark-brown cloth. 

"Whew! That stinks!" Jack said, wrinkling up his nose. 

"Yeah, smells like my old man wiped up some shit or somethin' with it. Just 
what Mom needs to clean up her hot cunt." 

"God!" Ellen cried, the odor from the rag invading her nostrils. 

She gasped, stiffening as she felt her foster son's hand move over her cunt 
as he placed the cloth over her pussy. Those long callused fingers started 
teasing her aroused pussy, smoothing over the slick flesh, dipping into her 
seething cunthole, brushing against her elit. Ellen flinched, tensing her 
thighs until the tendons bulged, moving her ass subtly back and forth as 
those awful fingers played a game with her. 

"Man, she's somethin' else, a real sex machine. She cums, then she's ready 
again," Jack commented, still holding her down by her hair. 

"That's it, Mom. Come on, turn on, turn on to my Goddamned fingers," Paul 
said, fucking in a second, then a third finger into her pussy, twisting them 
around just as he had done earlier in her asshole. 

"Oh no, nooooo!" 

Ellen found herself bouncing her ass against the floor, wriggling her ass 
from side to side as the fires of lust licked up her stiffened clit. She 
moved her cunt from side to side, then up and down, impaling her pussy on 
her son's fingers. 

"Yeaaaahhhhh," Paul breathed. 

Ellen trembled, trying to get herself under control. This was awful, 
terrible, rutting like this in front of these men! And yet she couldn't help 
herself. She bounced her ass against the concrete, heedless of the twine 
still hugging at her nipples, pulling her tits out of shape, heedless of the 
pulling, tearing sensation in her scalp as Jack kept yanking her hair back. 

Paul was starting to make fucking movements in her cunt, sawing his fingers 
back and forth, making certain his knuckles kept in constant contact with 
her clit. Ellen responded by more sideways movement, tensing her thighs, 
relaxing them, then tensing them once more, bucking her ass wildly as the 
finger-fucking continued. "Ohhhhh God!" 

Ellen felt those fingers fucked knuckles-deep in her hot drooling cunthole. 
Her hips bucked up and down crazily as the whirling ball of sexual pleasure 
built somewhere deep in her belly. 

"Ohhhhh, it's so ... so awful ... stop it, stop...." 

But Ellen didn't really want the boys to stop. She needed that sensation, 
the pain in her scalp, in her tits coupled with the joy she was receiving 
from Paul's cuntal fingering. Yes, she wanted it all-pain, pleasure, both 
mixed in some incredible stew of erotic delight. She growled now, throwing 
back her head, bending her knees up slightly and spreading them widely apart 
for her foster son. The bare soles of her feet rubbed over the cracked 
concrete while her fingers clawed at the dirty cold basement floor. At times 
Ellen sank back, feeling the increased tug of that twine against her 
nipples. Her nipples were distended, and her tits felt pinched whenever she 
moved away from the water heater. 

Ellen felt her cuntal walls closing in around the prying fingertips. Paul 
kept fucking his three fingers into his mother's cunt until the woman cried 
out for mercy. 

"Nooooo!" she shrieked. 

Ellen felt as if she had no more control of her body. Paul and Jack were 
playing on her body the way a skilled musician plays on a piano. They were 
getting responses from her she had never thought possible! Sex. Fucking. For 
a while after Hank's death she hadn't thought she would ever have feelings 
like these again. But how wrong she was! 

"Go for it, Mom. Come on, move that ass. Come on, fuck my hand!" Paul said, 
his voice throaty and deep as he kept twisting his fingers around his 
mother's fuzzy cunthole. 

"Uhhhhhh ... fuck, fuck...." Ellen was whispering that forbidden, dirty 
word, not caring any longer about who was hearing it. 

No, she didn't care that it was her foster son tormenting her, making her 
rut like this, like some gutter bitch. How good it was to bounce up and 
down, up and down like some kind of crazy puppet while those fingers, those 
skilled, fucking fingers were prying into the depths of her hot, wet cunt! 
Yes, oh God yes, it felt so good having those fingernails scraping along the 
slick folds and hollows of her pussy, drawing out more and more juice from 
the seepy lining of her cunt. 

Fucking. Fucking. Yes, she wanted, needed something like a cock, or at least 
those fingers, inside her pussy now, filling her cunt up, probing deeper and 
deeper until she felt she had no secrets from her foster son. 

"Man, she's goin' for it now! Yeah, she's really ready to pop off," Jack 
commented, tugging back on the woman's long blonde hair. 

"Yeah, and she's creamin' like crazy, man, like crazy," Paul said, holding 
up one hand in front of his mother's face. 

Ellen burned with shame. Yes, she could see her pussy juices on his fingers, 
could see how those fingers glistened with her cunt cream. How could she 
help herself? He was fingerfucking her like a pro, touching her clit, moving 
it back and forth while fucking his fingers in and out of her sucking 
cunthole! 

"Uhhhhhh...." 

"Man, I wanna get my cock into somethin' hot and tight like that." 

"Yeah, she's tight ... that's what's so crazy. Man, when I fucked her the 
other night, thought I'd break my fuckin' prick," Paul sneered, slipping his 
fingers back into her pussy. "She knows how to move her ass around too, man. 
Yeah, a real pro." 

Paul increased the pressure of his fingers against Ellen's cuntal walls, 
making sure his thumbnail was continually flailing away at his mother's 
clit. Ellen thought she was going to lose her mind at that point. She 
bounced her ass noisily against the floor, groaning and moaning, going 
completely out of control in her spasms of pleasure. Her clit seemed to 
explode into a burning ball while Paul's fingers fucked in and out of her 
cunt wildly. She felt her pussy muscles tighten suddenly around his fingers, 
tighten and milk them as if they were a cock. 

She was cumming again, her cunt working along the length of her foster son's 
fingers, spasming and convulsing while Ellen felt herself slipping from 
reality. With another groan she sank back, oblivious to the boys' cruel 
laughter. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

How long had she been unconscious? Ellen had no idea. She felt herself 
coming out of her dream-like state, half conscious, half aware of the 
movement around her. At first she didn't want to wake up. No, this was far 
better, drifting in oblivion, unaware of the pain and humiliation her foster 
son Paul was cooking up for her. In the end, however, she felt herself 
coming out of her faint completely. 

Her orgasm had been strong, so strong it had knocked her out as if she'd 
been hit by a train. Now, as her eyelids fluttered open, the woman realized 
she was still bound. But the ropes had been changed, shifted about. Opening 
her eyes fully, Ellen saw she'd been moved from the floor, the twine having 
been removed from her nipples. She sighed in gratitude for the release from 
that awful pain, trying to move around and finding that both her wrists and 
ankles had been bound with that half-inch line formerly used to bind her 
tits. She was on Hank's old workbench, the vise just to the left of her 
head. She could feel the splintery top scratching against her bare ass. 
Moving slightly to the right, extending her left hand as much as she could, 
Ellen felt a distinct pain between her shoulderblades. 

Oh, it was uncomfortable lying here like this, the ropes cutting into her 
flesh, chafing her skin every time she tried moving about. But how her 
muscles ached if she stayed only in one place! Stretching both legs a 
little, she stifled a yawn, realizing just how exhausted she was from all 
the torture her son and his friend had put her through. 

"She's awake." It was Paul's voice. 

She trembled, flexing her muscles once more and struggling futilely against 
the restraining ropes. 

"You been out for a while. Guess when you cum you go nuts," Paul said, 
scratching his head and grinning down at his mother. 

"Yeah, man, I wanna have her do somethin' like that with my prick in her," 
Jack said, rubbing his fingers over his cock-bulge. 

"You'll get your chance. Right now we're gonna have some more fun with Mom." 

Ellen winced, burning under her foster son's steady hot gaze. 

"You know, I always wondered why Dad bought that generator. You know, Mom, 
the portable one last year. Wonder if he thought about using it this way?" 

Ellen twisted her head around, raising it slightly from the bench and 
narrowing her eyes. She watched as her son bent down and pulled the small 
generator from its original packing box. Straw still clung to the housing as 
Paul moved the heavy machine over to a table next to the bench. There was 
the distinct smell of packing grease still on the machine. 

"Now, all we gotta do is get some wires and clamps and we're in biz." 

The two boys scurried around the working area, finding the needed wires and 
clamps and twisting them together. Ellen lay there, the ropes cutting into 
her flesh, wondering what they were going to do to her. 

"Yeah, that ought to take care of it. She'll be good for it." 

Ellen's eyes widened. Paul was assembling several strands of yellow wire 
together, twisting them around, then attaching a small-toothed clamp at one 
end while attaching the other to the generator. Jack helped until there were 
four wires all leading from the generator, tipped with the tiny clamps. 
Ellen let out a small moan, twisting around once more in the ropes, fanning 
out her fingers and toes while an odd kind of sticky cold dampness broke out 
on the tops of her feet and on her belly. 

Paul moved around and checked out the generator, then reached down and 
pulled a small lever. There was a grinding sound, a cough, then a slow, 
steady mechanical whining. 

"Filled with fuel. Good." 

"Yeah, she's gonna be jumpin' around for real ... jumpin' around like 
crazy," Jack said, turning around and staring meaningfully at Ellen. "Open 
your mouth." 

Ellen lowered her head, blinking away the tears. There were no scissors 
around. He wasn't going to cut off her tongue as he'd threatened earlier. 
Fighting back a sob, she did as she was told and opened her mouth. 

"Yeah, that's it." 

Paul slipped something between her teeth-a rag, a small piece of rubber, 
something Ellen couldn't distinguish. 

"Don't want you biting your tongue off. Then how could you suck cock, huh?" 

Ellen blanched, clamping her teeth on the wedge. She rolled her eyes to one 
side and watched as her son took one of the clamps, examined it, then opened 
the tiny jaws. He moved it to her right tit, brushed the stiff nub with one 
end, then snapped it quickly to the sensitive nub. 

Ellen moaned through the gag, arching her back, wallowing her shoulderblades 
against the splintery workbench top. She undulated her naked thighs over the 
surface, groaning again while she fanned her toes even more. Oh, it hurt her 
so much, so much, especially after having had her nipples stretched by that 
rough twine! 

"Hurt, huh? It ain't nothin' compared with what you'll be feelin' later." 

He took the other clamp, opened it, then clamped it on her left tit tip. 
Both of her tits were wired to that whining generator not three feet from 
her head! Ellen growled through the gag once more, clawing her fingers 
uselessly against the workbench top while biting down on the wedge between 
her teeth. 

"I think she's goin' for it. Man, your old lady's really into pain." 

"Yeah, always thought she was a little weird ... even when my old man was 
around. She kept eyein' me, lookin' at my crotch. Figured she was after 
something right there, but didn't say nothin'. Now I'm gettin' my rocks off 
just like I'd planned." 

Ellen sobbed, feeling the saliva dripping back into her throat. She coughed, 
swallowed as hard as she could, tried to keep her mind off the painful 
pinching sensation in her nipples. How they burned ... burned and itched and 
throbbed because of those horrible little metal teeth gnawing at her tit 
tips! Ellen had never fully appreciated just how sensitive her nipples were. 

"Now for a better part," Paul said. 

Ellen heard her son's words and felt her sphincter giving way with terror. 
She watched as he took a third wire, opened the pincher, then moved down 
between her widely splayed thighs. Her cunt. Oh God, he was going to wire 
her cunt! 

"No, noooooo!" 

Ellen watched helplessly as the clamp opened its hideous little teeth like 
some kind of monster. Paul was laughing softly, dropping his hand down, down 
into her cuntal thicket. She could feel the metal brushing through her 
forest of pussy hairs, could feel the cold surface of the clamp touching her 
cuntlips. And then he was attaching that horrid instrument to the flesh just 
below her clit. Again Ellen no arched her back, beating her fists as hard as 
she could against the workbench while jerking her body around like a mad 
woman. "Like it, Mom?" 

"Yeah, man-it turns her on. It's real bitchin', real bitchin'." 

"Nnnnnnnghhhhhhh!" 

Paul took the last clamp, opened it, then attached it to the bottom junction 
of her cuntlips. Ellen was wired up as if she were some kind of sci-fi 
monster. Looking over the clamped tips of her tits, she watched wide-eyed as 
Paul checked the wires, then moved over to the generator. Jack stood there 
at her feet, a wide shit-licking grin on his face while his fingers rubbed 
methodically over his cockbulge. 

"Now, we're gonna give you somethin' that's gonna make my fuckin' seem like 
nothin', man. I heard women go nuts when electricity shoots through their 
cunts." 

"No, oh no, you're wrong ... stop it, stop this craziness!" 

But did she really want it stopped? Wasn't this just the same as with the 
finger-fucking, as with the roping, the beating, the ass-fucking? Wasn't she 
saying one thing, while secretly hoping for the opposite? Ellen screwed up 
her eyes, realizing that her lust was being aroused simply by being roped 
like this with the pincers clamped painfully on her tits and cunt. Yes, she 
could feel her pussy juices flowing again, even while she struggled against 
the binding ropes. The splinters, those horrid little teeth biting into her 
tits and cunt, everything was contributing to her rising heat. Curling her 
fingers, the woman clawed against her thigh flesh, waiting for the surge of 
electricity she knew would torment her even more. 

"Yeahhhh, gonna make you feel real nice and good and hot," Paul said. 

The pincers clamped harder, it seemed, on her tits and cunt as she waited 
impatiently. Ellen shivered, the pain of the clamps exciting her more and 
more. She shook her tits, rocking back and forth, her ass tight while her 
ass cheeks danced against the bench. 

"She wants it, man, she really wants it bad," Jack observed. 

"Yeah, and she's gonna get it ... in spades, man." 

Paul grabbed another wire, his fingers shaking from his excitement. He was 
twisting more yellow wire together, attaching another clamp to it, then 
fastening the free end to yet another socket in the generator. 

"This one's to remind you of what we did a couple of nights ago." 

Paul rolled her over on her side, careful not to dislodge any of the clamps 
already attached to her body. Ellen moaned, stiffening and curling her spine 
as she felt the clamp being shoved up into her ass. The cold clamp was 
pressing against the warm, moist lining of her ass guts. Paul grunted, 
shoving the clamp and wire in as deeply as he could. The cold, curled stiff 
wire pressed awkwardly against the inner tissues, filling her ass. Ellen 
found herself taking shallow breaths, feeling her chest tighten while her 
mouth became as dry as cotton. Again she swallowed hard, feeling as if she 
were going to lose control of her bowels at any moment. 

"Uhhhhhh...." 

"There we go, man. She's off and runnin'," Paul said, checking out the wires 
for the last time. 

"Yeah, gonna make her run real fast." 

Ellen had heard something about these contraptions. Mental institutions used 
them to shock people back to reality. But this time she was wired for 
sexuality. Her foster son was going to torment her cruelly with this 
diabolical machine. 

She thought about being shocked senseless and felt a strange kind of fear 
coupled with a perverse desire licking up through her cunt. The cunt juices 
flowed once more. Her clit began to swell, to vibrate against the tight 
hcteimp. Rolling her head from side to side, she found herself almost 
eagerly waiting for Paul to throw the switch, wanting to feel the surge of 
electricity tearing through her body. The wire in her ass seemed to be 
pushing through like a finger. Tiny metal teeth nibbled at her clit. 

Paul turned toward his victim. The woman's face was flushed. Her eyes were 
glazed and wide, her teeth still clamping down hard on the wedge. She 
moaned, moaned like a puppy afraid of the dark. 

"Havin' problems, Mom? Don't worry, this'll take care of 'em. Yeah, it's 
gonna make you feel real good," Paul said, his fingers playing over the 
dials on the side of the whirring machine. 

Ellen's eyes focused on her foster son's fingers,' focused on those dials 
with all those white numbers printed on the side. Each one indicated a 
particular power level, a measured amount of electricity that would tear 
through her bound body in a moment. Her tits swelled with lust while her 
nipples grew hard, stiff, super-sensitive. Her spread cuntlips were slick 
with juice that oozed from her cunt like lava. She groaned again, biting 
down hard on the spongy object filling her mouth. 

"We'll start slow ... real slow at first," Paul announced ominously. 

His fingers moved the dial. Ellen tensed, jabbing her fingernails against 
her thighs. She watched as a small needle suddenly rose from its resting 
position in a dial on the generator. The pitch of the generator changed, 
went higher as the dial turned. She trembled, feeling a faint warming pulse 
in her tits, cunt and ass. 

She was trembling, trembling and jerking from that electrical surge. It was 
as if warm, tiny fingers were rubbing, caressing and pinching her tits, cunt 
and ass all at the same time. More juice flowed from her pussy, wetting down 
her cuntal hairs and her thighs. Oh, how shameless this was-shameless and 
perverse and wonderful! 

"Like it, Mom, like it?" 

"Uhhhh ... no, no." 

But Ellen was lying through her teeth. It felt so good, felt as if she were 
being caressed by some shameless, unknown lover. She moved her body around 
as best she could once more, feeling the clamps holding her, pinning her to 
the bench as if it were her love bed. 

Ellen tensed once more, waiting for what was sure to come. Paul would 
increase the power of the electrical surge, put more and more through her 
body until she could stand it no more. That was both what she dreaded and 
what she hoped for. 

"Here's a little more," Paul said. 

Ellen felt a slightly more powerful surge, the electricity teasing the root 
of her vibrating clit. With a great effort, she controlled the climax 
building in her cunt. She held back, waiting for more, waiting for a greater 
surge that would drive her mad with erotic sensations. She started 
shivering. Oh, how her tits and cunt itched and throbbed! 

"More?" Paul asked. 

"No, no more." 

Ellen was panting heavily now. More electricity surged. Her ass felt clogged 
with something. She was controlling the urge to shit all over herself as the 
electricity did strange, wonderful things to her. 

"Uhhhhh...." 

Paul moved the dial setting to the next level of power. As the electricity 
shot through her body, Ellen found herself jerking and twisting against the 
ropes, her body arching, resting only on her shoulderblades and her heels. 

"Yagggghhhhh!" 

Her brain seethed with the rising emotions the electricity was forcing from 
her. She bit down hard on the wedge while her temples throbbed. Ellen 
thought she could hear a ringing sound that soon became a distant buzzing. 
Her tits jumped, slapping wetly together. The nipples were swollen while the 
muscles in her belly knotted. Oh, how raw her cuntlips felt! And how her 
clit seemed to be filled to the bursting point. Again, Ellen tried closing 
her legs together, tried to squeeze off her orgasm. But the clamps and wires 
held her cunt open. 

"More?" Paul whispered. 

The word echoed through her confused head. Ellen wanted to shout no, wanted 
her son to turn off the generator before he drove her insane with it. But 
the words just wouldn't come from her mouth. The electricity had paralyzed 
her throat. All she could do was moan and scream as her body twisted, jumped 
and jerked in time to the pulsing surge. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

She was waiting for the final jolt, the shot of power that would bring her 
off and would knock her senseless once again. She had to have the raw power 
in her body. If she didn't get it, she felt she would faint from 
frustration. Yes, frustration. Now she could admit it to herself. She loved 
this, loved the sensation of being held down by these ropes, of having her 
body tormented by this electricity. Oh, how the pulses made her clit hard, 
made her body so alive to the sensations rushing from her cunt! Nothing, 
nothing in the world could have prepared her for so much pleasure, so much 
delight coming from such an instrument of hellish torture. 

"Uhhhhhh...." Paul laughed brutally as he watched more and more pussy juice 
seep from her fuzzy fuckhole. He twisted the dial one notch higher. 

"Ahhhhhh!" Her scream matched the higher whining of the generator. 

It seemed as if her very bones were on fire, burning out from the inside. 
And still there were so many dial settings to go, so much more torment to 
endure! Ellen gasped, clawing at her body. It would feel so good, so good 
when it was over! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Ohhhhh!" 

The electricity hit Ellen's cunt, ass and tits like a trio of fists. The 
aftershock felt like sharp glass shards scratching her distended nipples and 
clit. Her shitter recoiled, and a burst of air exploded, nearly dislodging 
the wires lodged up her ass. 

"No, uhhhhhh...." 

If only she could tell them to stop. Oh yes, yes, this was more than enough, 
more than enough electricity to bring her off. But she could say nothing. 
Only muffled moans and cries escaped from her wedged-open lips. 
"Yaggghhhhh!" 

Paul turned the dial a point higher. The generator was whining louder now, 
shaking against the table on which he had mounted it while more and more 
electricity pulsed through the wires and entered Ellen's body. She felt 
herself struck with the force of a truck. Her tits and belly and cunt and 
asshole seemed torn by fiery blades. Her bones throbbed and burned all the 
more while she screamed louder and louder. 

This was too much. He was going to electrocute her! Ellen's body remained in 
a permanent arch now, her spine curled like a bridge span while her flesh 
shivered visibly. 

"Man, she's out of it!" Jack muttered, rubbing his fingers over his mouth. 

"Yeah, really out of it," Paul echoed, entranced by his mother's torment. 

"Hey, maybe you should stop. You know, she don't look like she can take much 
more," Jack said after several moments' silence. 

"Naw. She's good for a couple more twists of the old dial." 

Ellen's cries were choked behind the wedge in her mouth. She could hear the 
conversation, could hear her foster son condemning her toto yet more torment 
from the generator. "Nooooo!" 

There was another turn, another high pulse of electrical power tearing into 
Ellen's body. The woman writhed and jerked spasmodically, her muscles out of 
control. Her lips began to turn purple while her eyelids fluttered 
uncontrollably. Her fingers shivered, closed, curled, then spread apart for 
no apparent reason. Cunt oil speckled her thighs and dried on her rippling 
flesh. 

"Yagggghhhhhhh!" 

The pain seemed like some terrible, enormous beast sitting on her chest and 
tearing at her insides. She felt her orgasm erupt now and was helpless to 
control the jerking and convulsing deep inside her pussy. There was the 
smell of burning flesh, her skin frying under the continued attack of the 
electricity. While she, shuddered and jerked on the table, Ellen watched as 
Jack took out his prick and began jerking off. 

"Uhhhhhhh ... oooowwwwwww!" 

Paul had turned the dial yet another notch. 

Ellen's face was a blur, her body a writhing, convulsing serpent on the 
creaking workbench. Insane cries escaped from her lips while the wires 
danced and played across her body; There was another twist, and another oM, 
sending higher charges ripping into her tits, cunt and ass. Ellen thought 
she was going to finally faint. 

Suddenly, the power was turned off. She fell back heavily onto the 
workbench, rolling from side to side, her body still smoldering from the 
onslaught of electricity and her multiple orgasms resulting from it. 

"Uhhhhhhh...." 

"Can't take this no more, man. Gotta cut loose, gotta unload my balls," Paul 
said, tearing the clamps from her tits, her cunt, her ass. 

"Hey, where do you get off, man? I been watchin' you have all the fun. It's 
my turn," Jack said, crawling onto the table after having shoved his pants 
down to his ankles. 

Ellen was still sobbing, shuddering and jerking from the terrible ordeal she 
had endured. Vibrations still tore at her asshole and cunt. She was dazed. 

"Okay, man, okay, don't get bent outta shape. You can have her now," Paul 
said, holding up both hands and backing off. 

Jack slapped her again and again until she came around. He pressed his hands 
against her shoulders, leaning heavily forward, the purple head of his cock 
touching her thighs. 

"Ohhhhh!" 

He was dropping on top of her, his knees forcing her thighs farther apart. 
"Ohhhh, fuck me ... yes, fuck me,"-EUefl whispered, licking her lips. 

The electricity, the fire it had created in the fuzzy bundle between her 
legs, would soon be put out by Jack's spunk. She thought of that white jizz, 
the sensation of cum squirting against her pussy walls-she growled, twisting 
against the binding ropes. Oh, if only she could hold him closer to her, 
claw at his shoulders as he fucked her! 

"Uhhhhhhh ... fuck me!" 

She felt his prickhead pause for a moment just outside her spread cuntlips. 
And then he shoved forward fucking half his cock into her pussy with one 
squishy fuck-thrust. 

"Yaggghhhhh!" 

It was almost like being shocked with the electricity, only far better. 
Ellen arched her back once more, the muscles sticking out on her neck while 
her eyes glazed over and rolled up into her head. She felt her shoulders 
rubbing painfully against the rough workbench. But nothing mattered, nothing 
except the fucking of his prick against her clit. 

Jack was holding her tightly, impaling her pussy with his ten-inch prick. 
Ellen gasped and moaned as his fucking cock sawed her sore and aching cunt 
again and again. 

"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out!" 

Jack was holding her tightly, his hands roaming all over her body. He 
squeezed her tits, his fingers pinching the injured nipples while his cock 
fucked deeper and deeper. It seemed as if he were tearing through her cunt, 
cutting through some fleshy wall with that blunt cockhead of his. The 
itching force of her climax spread through her cunt. Again, Ellen tried with 
her weakened arms to reach up to him. But the ropes kept her fastened down 
to the table. Moaning, twisting, gasping under this brutal attack, the 
frantic blonde waited until she could feel his prick spurting out more jizz. 

"Uhhhhh ... fuck me, oh yes, fill me up with it ... yesssss, fuck me hard 
... uhhh ... real hard with your cock!" 

His massive prick was drilling into her like a jackhammer, filling and 
spreading her cunt, striking her clit again and again. 

Ellen cringed, afraid of this big man-and yet wanting him. He was using his 
cock as a weapon, assaulting her cunt and hurting her. But the pain didn't 
matter. Nothing mattered except this mindless, brutal fucking that was 
driving her closer and closer to the edge of yet another orgasm. 

"Yagggghhhhhh!" 

Lust boiled over, and her clit stung with another climax. Ellen jerked her 
head from side to side, pulling several muscles sorely from her violent 
movements as her climax boiled in her pussy. His cock ground her insides, 
the bruising ramming of his prick tearing at her clit. 

Jack stiffened, thrust his cock, then stiffened again. Oh yes, yes, she 
could feel his jizz, finally feel the spurting of his cum against her pussy 
walls. She felt her cunt muscles clamp down on his prick, grasping his 
fucker in the middle of his climax, then letting go, only to work higher and 
clamp down once more on his cock. 

"Fuck, this ... uhhh ... this Goddamned bitch is somethin' else," Jack 
growled in a strangled, tense voice. 

"Yeah, told you she'd fuck you dry," Paul commented, watching his mother 
jerk and writhe under his buddy. 

Finally, it was over. Ellen lay limp on the workbench, her chest rising and 
falling rhythmically while her head lolled to one side. A string of drool 
oozed from one corner of her mouth. She was spent, physically drained. She 
could feel Jack's cum oozing from her cunt slit, dribbling out with her 
cuntal juice and wetting down her ass crack. 

"My turn," Paul said, pushing his buddy to one side. 

Jack climbed unsteadily off the workbench. "No, oh nooo...." 

They were going to grind her up like raw meat. When they were through with 
her she would have to be hospitalized. Ellen could see that now as her 
foster son pushed his trousers down, revealing his long thick ten-incher. 
How sore her pussy was. And he was going to fuck that thing into her raw 
pussy? 

"Don't worry, Mom. I ain't gonna shove my prick up your cunt. Too messy. And 
I've had it with your ass. I got other plans." He moved up, placing his 
knees on her upper arms and leaning forward. 

Ellen squealed, afraid he was going to break her bones. How her arms and 
shoulders ached from the tension and weight! 

Paul reached down and pulled the wedge from her mouth, tossing it to the 
floor. "You ain't gonna be able to suck my cock with that thing in there." 

"Suck?" 

"Yeah, gonna gimme a good blow-job. That's the only part of you I ain't 
fucked, and now I'm gonna fuck your stupid mouth!" 

Paul grabbed her hair, twisting it around, jerking her head up from the 
workbench while leaning forward. He had his prickhead pressed up against her 
lips already, telling her to open up or he would pull her hair again. 

Ellen could smell his crotch as he leaned up against her face. His wiry cock 
hairs tickled her nose, then the insides of her nostrils. She opened her 
mouth. Paul growled, then shoved in, pushing his prick over her front teeth, 
over her tongue toward the back of her throat. Immediately, the blonde could 
taste his jizz-that salty, bleachy flavor she remembered from way back when 
she would favor her husband with a blow-job. How loving Hank had been then. 
How brutal her foster son was now! 

"Uhhhh, yeah! Take it, Mom, gimme some good head ... yeahhh, move that 
tongue around like that." 

Paul was in ecstasy. He held his mother's head in one hand, cradling it 
while pumping his hips back and forth, fucking his cock into her mouth. 
Ellen coughed and choked, swallowing her spit as fast as she could to keep 
from choking on it. Her cheeks puffed out each time he fucked forward, 
saliva frothing around the corners of her stretched lips. 

"Ummmmfffffff!" 

Paul moaned loudly again, twisting his hips back and forth, making his cock 
brush over the insides of her cheeks. Ellen responded by laving her tongue 
over his prick, paying particular attention to the bottom of his cockhead. 

"Unnnnnhhh, yeah, Mom, yeahhhh...." 

Ellen tasted more and more cum oozing from his piss slit. Cum coated her 
mouth, made her swallow until her throat was slimy. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Go for it, Mom, go for it!" 

Paul centered his cock in her mouth and slowly fucked his prick down, down 
until she could feel his cockhead passing her tonsils, and finally touching 
the back of her throat. She flicked her tongue busily over the sensitive 
underside of his cock rod, widening her mouth so she could breathe around 
that fat prick spearing her throat. 

He was groaning loudly once more, churning his prick around, deep-throating 
with his cock again and again, flattening his balls against her chin. 

"Ohhhhhh, suck me off!" 

Ellen bobbed her head back and forth, feeling her foster son's fingers 
tightening around her skull. She liked the feel of the long, fatheaded prick 
inside her mouth, the sensation of his hairy groin hammering against her 
face. Her nose flattened against his crotch as Paul fucked into her throat a 
second time. 

"Fuck ... ughhhh ... fuck!" he gasped. 

Ellen tasted the jizz more strongly now. And then ... and then there was a 
sudden gush of spunk. The cum shot out from his piss slit, spattering 
against the back of her throat, sliding down into her stomach. The woman 
gagged, tried twisting her head away. But Paul held her firmly, his head 
thrown back, his eyes shut tightly while groans escaped from his curled 
lips. 

"Uhhhh, take it all, Mom. You Goddamned hot slut, take it ... uhhh ... take 
it all." 

His orgasm seemed to go on and on. When it was over, the young stud slowly 
drew his prick from her throat, watching as her lips pursed out as if she 
were trying to keep his cock in her mouth as long as possible. 

"Man, she likes givin' head," Paul said, smearing the last of his jizz 
against her lips. 

"She likes doin' anything," Jack said, shaking his head. 

Ellen lay there, totally exhausted. What would they do to her now? Someone 
was talking about more fucking, more beating. Briefly, she thought of her 
daughter Julie. The girl would be coming home soon. Then those thoughts 
slipped from her mind and she fell into a coma-like sleep. Ellen dreamed, 
dreamed of Paul, of Jack, of the two young men tormenting her, fucking her 
mindless and torturing her body. The more she tried to stop them, the harder 
they fucked her. She could hear herself screaming while their cocks drilled 
her cunt and ass. The screams grew louder, turned into wild shrieks.... 

Ellen awoke with a start, realizing the screams were coming not from her 
dream but from nearby. Shaking her head, she saw Julie struggling in Paul's 
arms, half her dress torn from her body. 

"No, leave her alone!" Ellen screamed, jerking up, then finding the ropes 
still tied to her arms and legs. 

"Mother! Oh God, God, what's going on?" the blonde teenager screamed, tears 
staining her face. 

"What the fuck you think, baby? Your old lady's goin' nuts with me and my 
buddy here. She likes this kinda shit. Bet you would too, if you gave it 
half a chance," Paul said, bending down and licking his tongue over one side 
of her face. 

Julie grimaced, pulling away, twisting around and trying to scratch at his 
face. 

"No, you bastard! You're lying! Oh God, leave me alone!" she screamed. 

"Shit, she's gonna get the neighbors here," Jack said, nervously glancing at 
one of the small basement windows. 

Paul let the young teen go, twisting her around with one move and slapping 
her hard across the face. Julie screamed sharply, her body snapping to the 
right from the force of his blow. Ellen watched helplessly as her daughter 
spun to the floor, her head striking the concrete with a thud. 

"Uhhhhhh...." One leg twisted over the other while her plaid skirt hiked up 
nearly to her waist from her fall. 

"Stop it! Don't ... don't touch her!" Ellen screamed, still tugging at the 
ropes. 

Paul ignored Ellen's pleas, setting Julie upright and starting to pull her 
clothes from her body. 

"No!" Julie screeched. 

"Come on, Sis," Paul said, that same awful mocking tone in his voice he had 
used with his mother. "I seen you bouncin' around the street, them tits 
waggin' at all the guys. You want cock real bad ... just like our old lady 
over there." 

Julie twisted away from her foster brother for a moment, peering through her 
tears at her roped and battered mother. 

"Oh God! What have you done?" 

"Oh Julie, Julie," Ellen sobbed, sucking in her lower lip and biting down 
hard. "You should have stayed at camp. Oh God!" The woman groaned, her words 
choked out by her emotions. 

"Come on, Sis." 

The two struggled, the young girl screaming and kicking, pulling away 
several times from her brother only to be grabbed once more and handled 
roughly. The room was filled with the sounds of her screams, punctuated by 
the tearing sounds of clothing. Ellen twisted and writhed on the bench, 
watching her daughter being stripped. First the blouse, then her skirt, and 
finally her panties were torn from her young body by the wild teenager. Last 
to go was her bra, the cups ripped from her heaving tits by Paul's big 
hands. 

She stood there trembling, hands crossed over her thighs modestly while her 
upper arms shrank in protectively over her bare tits. Ellen stretched her 
arms, pulling at the ropes, feeling them cutting off the circulation. 

"Now, we get to have double fun ... the old lady and her daughter," Jack 
said, moving toward the shivering Julie. 

"You ... you stay away from me," she said, stepping away from the 
approaching stud. 

"Ain't nowhere you're gonna go. You might as well stay right here, baby, and 
take it," Paul said, moving in from behind and grabbing her hard by the 
upper arms. 

Julie screamed, her head thrown back, her lips parted while she tried 
wheeling around and kicking her brother between the legs. 

"That's how I dig 'em ... with a little spitfire inside. But this one's got 
too much. Gotta take care of that." 

Paul spun her around, stepped back and raised one arm. She trembled with 
terror, her eyes raised and widened as the big paw-like hand sliced through 
the air. Ellen screamed along with her daughter as the big fingers smashed 
against Julie's right cheek, sending the helpless girl pitching to one side. 

Julie's tits slapped together while her legs became entangled. She lost her 
balance, falling to the floor. That slap! Never, never before in her life 
had anyone ever struck her like that! Her cheek stung while her teeth seemed 
to rattle. The room seemed to fade for a second as she collapsed onto the 
basement floor, her long blonde hair splashing over her flushed cheeks. 

"Okay. She's quieter," Paul said, bending down and grabbing a fistful of her 
hair. 

"Oh Lord," Ellen moaned, turning her head away for a moment as her 
daughter's shrieks echoed through the room. 

"Now you're gonna go over there and let your mother show you just how much 
she appreciates a cunt like you for a daughter. She's probably been wantin' 
to do this all along, just like she's been wantin' to fuck me," Paul said, 
twisting her hair around and pulling several strands out by the roots. 

Julie was breathing hard and heavy, her raspy breaths sounding as if she 
were about to have a heart attack. Her forehead wrinkled while hot tears 
streaked her cheeks. The pain in her scalp made her dumb with agony and 
terror. She knelt there, her eyelids fluttering, her mouth nbw a tight scar 
while her tits swayed gently from side to side. 

"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" 

"Now shaddup and get up!" 

He yanked up harder on her hair, laughing as the girl struggled desperately 
to her feet. Letting go, Paul stretched out one hand and pressed it between 
her jutting shoulder blades. He shoved forward several times, telling her to 
pick up her feet as she stumbled reluctantly toward her bound, sobbing 
mother. 

"Ohhh ... Mama! What have you done? Oh God, I never thought ... even at camp 
when some of the other girls were telling me about their parents, I never 
thought you did things like ... this." 

"Julie...." 

Ellen felt humiliated beyond words. Her secret was out. Even worse, her 
daughter was being forced to live part of it! 

"Climb up there!" Paul barked as Julie reached the edge of the bench. 

Julie turned around and flashed her foster brother a questioning look. 

"You heard me, dumb bitch! I said climb up there and slide your cunt up to 
your old lady's face. I wanna see some cunt-lickin' action around here," 
Paul shouted, swatting the girl hard across her naked ass. 

Julie squealed, moving both hands modestly back to her jiggling buns 
protectively, then reluctantly doing what her brother ordered. 

"Ohhh God, you ... you wouldn't do something like this. Oh God!" Ellen 
cried, her eyes wide, her heart beating with horror and anger as she watched 
her daughter climb awkwardly onto the bench, then turn around. Her knees 
were straddling Ellen's body. 

"Sure, man." 

Paul moved around as Julie slid up, stopping her when she was sitting on her 
mother's heaving belly. 

"Gotta see if this one's ready for you yet." 

With that he slipped one hand down to Julie's crotch, letting his fingers 
stray over her pussy mound. 

"Oh!" 

Julie jerked her young plump ass away, but quickly chanted her tactics when 
Paul slapped her once again across the face. She closed her eyes, making 
strange humming, grunting sounds as her brother began moving his fingers 
over her pussy. 

"Warm, warm," he muttered, his forefinger sliding back and forth over her 
cunt slit while his thumb began strumming regularly at her clit. 

There were changes taking place in Julie's face now, changes Ellen 
recognized all too well. The girl was starting to get into this scene now, 
her jaw tensing, her cheeks trembling while her forehead alternately 
smoothed and wrinkled. She was starting to breathe heavily, her breaths 
wheezing, gasping inhalations while her arms and legs moved subtly against 
her mother's naked body. 

"Oh yeah, yeah, that's it, Sis. Just sit back and lemme do all the work for 
now." 

Paul curled his forefinger, pushing it into her pussy with a squishy sound. 
Julie stiffened her back, thrusting out her tits while her ass trembled and 
her knees jerked against her mother's thighs. Paul kept fucking his finger 
in, in-not finding the cherry he had expected to encounter. 

"This fuckin' cunt's no virgin," he finally announced. 

Julie opened her eyes and looked shamefully at her surprised mother. 

"That's ... that's why I came home from camp. Something happened up there I 
couldn't understand and I ... I needed some time to figure it out. There was 
this boy and ... and things happened, and...." 

"Christ, you got fucked! Right? Big Goddamned deal," Jack said, bored with 
the young girl's sobbing explanation. 

"Oh, Julie," Ellen moaned. 

"That's okay, man. Don't have to worry about blood and all that shit. She's 
good and prime pussy meat now, ready for any dude's prick," Paul said, 
finger-fucking his sister rapidly now, making sure his knuckles touched her 
clit continually. 

Julie was breathing harder and harder, unable to stop the rush of feelings 
between her legs. Soon her small tight ass was moving across her mother's 
belly, her head lolling from side to side as sensations too powerful for her 
to fight took over her mind. 

"Okay, baby, up ... come on, up there so your old lady can take care of that 
nasty little itch between your Goddamned legs." 

"Ohhhhh," Ellen moaned. 

"Yeah, come on bitch, get to work. I wanna see some real action here before 
I stick my cock into your cunt," Jack said. 

Paul shoved Julie up until her swollen cunt was pressed against Ellen's 
mouth. The older blonde woman was horrified. She could smell the musky heat 
of her daughter's pussy, could feel her cunt hairs tickling the insides of 
her nostrils. The smell was almost like that of Paul's crotch, but somehow a 
little different. She heard Julie crying out, gasping as she moved her mouth 
slightly against her daughter's warm cunt. 

"Come on, Ma ... chow down. Time to get yourself a little snack." 

There was nothing more she could do. Reluctantly, feeling as if she were 
committing the sin of sins, Ellen began moving her mouth more rhythmically, 
rubbing her lips against her daughter's cunt. Almost immediately, Julie 
began responding, snapping her head back, moving her tight little ass from 
side to side as she tensed her thighs and hunched forward. Ellen began 
nipping at the swollen cunt lips, that movement bringing more gasps of 
delight from her overheated daughter. 

"Virgin, sheeit! I bet she's been fuckin' guys for years," Jack said 
derisively, feeling his prick getting hard and thick again. 

Julie moaned, rocking her hips back and forth as her excitement built 
quickly. Ellen, to her amazement and disgust, felt her own excitement 
beginning to spiral. Was there no depth to which she wouldn't sink simply to 
arouse herself? She was getting high, sexually high on her own daughter! She 
felt that should have aroused her disgust and revulsion. But instead all she 
could think of was the delight she was receiving from this act. She groaned, 
feeling her clit pop out of its fleshy surroundings, feeling the sexual 
pleasure building between her tensing thighs. 

Ellen moaned against her daughter's cunt, that vibration making Julie gasp 
and tremble, that moan shooting through the girl like a bolt of lightning. 

"Oh no, no! Oh God, it's so ... sooooo good!" Julie confessed between her 
raspy gasps. 

"Yeah, that's it, Sis-come on, ride your mother's face. Come on, show her 
how much you dig gettin' your pussy licked!" 

Ellen pressed her thighs together, rubbing them against one another while 
Julie leaned forward, bracing her arms on either side of her mother's head. 
Ellen responded by letting her tongue lash out against her daughter's red, 
moist, swollen cuntmeat. She nibbled on the tips of her daughter's swollen 
cuntlips, then twirled her tongue around and around on Julie's clit. Ellen 
had never done anything like this before in her life. But somehow she seemed 
born to suck cunt. She felt the hard little nub of her own clit rising in 
her pussy, taking her over once more. 

Once more, Ellen felt herself lost in a bizarre world of sexuality. And 
there was Julie, as hot as she was, pressing her pussy hard against her 
mother's face. Ellen had trouble breathing through the damp hot cuntmeat, 
that difficulty only heightening the effect of her growing passion. Her 
blood rushed violently through her veins, threatening to explode through her 
brain. 

"Oh no, no, no!" Julie cried, sweat streaking her flesh while her body 
bounced up and down against her mother's face. Her tits jiggled and slapped 
together while her ass bounced up and down against Ellen's heaving belly. 
Yes, oh yes, she was going to cum, going to cum in her mother's mouth! 
"Uhhhhh!" 

Ellen tongued wildly against that juicing cunt rubbing over her mouth and 
nose. She forgot it was her own daughter creaming all over her face. 
Twisting against the restraining ropes, Ellen banged the backs of her naked 
legs against the workbench, going wild with fuck-lust. 

She flattened her tongue out, covering every inch of her daughter's cunt as 
he kept rubbing it up and down, up and down over that pussy slit. By now 
Ellen was so close to orgasm that her hips were humping up and down 
rhythmically on the hard wood. As Julie moved back and forth, then circled 
her pussy around on her mother's mouth, the woman's hips moved faster and 
harder. 

"Yaggghghhhh!" Julie came first. 

The violence of Julie's climax sent her mother over the brink. Both women 
moaned and cried out as again and again their cunts convulsed and clamped on 
thin air. And behind them, Paul and Jack leered and waited. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Again and again, Julie's cunt clamped down on her mother's tongue, her body 
swaying from side to side on the narrow workbench. She was out of control, 
her face pinching up hard and red as if she were in incredible pain. Her ass 
pranced and danced in mid-air, trembling, flexing while she drove her clit 
again and again against her mother's licking tongue. 

Ellen thought she would faint as her orgasm gripped her. She shoved the tip 
of her tongue into that sucking dark fuckhole, feeling the quivering of 
Julie's pussy, feeling the cuntal walls closing in around her prying tongue. 
The hot cunt juices from Julie's pussy slicked down her chin and cheeks. 
"Ummmmm!" 

"Suck me, Mama. Ohhhh God, suck me out ... oh yesss, please, oh it feels 
sooo ... so awfully good." 

Through her lust-glazed eyes Ellen saw her daughter's flesh puckered up into 
goose pimples, glistening with a fine coating of perspiration. Julie's tits 
bobbed back and forth, the rosebud nipples long and hard while her hips 
sawed from side to side. She was grating her pussy in circles against 
Ellen's hard-working mouth. 

"Alyeeeeeee!" Julie was screaming hard now as her climax peaked. 

Ellen's mouth was making sucking, slurping sounds as the young girl hunched 
hard and fast against her mother's lips. Ellen was sucking, sucking 
furiously as the young girl's orgasm crested. Ellen felt the flames of her 
own climax licking up her thighs, touching her clit, then making her belly 
contract. Both women writhed and squirmed and jerked as they came violently 
against one another. 

Julie threw back her head and kept on squealing and panting, nearly losing 
her balance several times as the waves of climax washed over her again and 
again. Ellen felt her orgasm starting to fade away. Oh, it had been so good, 
so very, very good! She kept lashing away at her daughter's pussy. She could 
feel Julie leaning forward, barely holding herself up with her arms. A warm, 
comforting glow covered Ellen's sweaty flesh as she fought to regain her 
breath. 

As the pleasure faded away slowly, Ellen again became aware of the pain and 
humiliation she had been forced to endure. And now they had brought her 
daughter into this, her only daughter, to face this terrible humiliation! 

"Julie...." 

"Oh Mother ... what've you made me do?" the girl sobbed. 

"Just what you wanted, baby, just what you wanted." 

Paul hauled her off her mother's body, throwing her onto the pile of rags 
near the water heater where Ellen had been so brutally raped earlier. There, 
Paul jerked her legs apart, burying his face in her spit-slicked pussy muff 
and growling and snapping at his sister's cunt. Ellen watched as Julie 
screamed and writhed, her feet kicking hard at Paul's back. 

In a moment, the young man raped Juliet climbing on top of the screaming 
blonde teenager and fucking his cock into her wet cunt. Ellen saw his hips 
working up and down, heard her daughter's rhythmic grunts and screams as 
Paul's hips slapped against Julie's crotch. When he was finished, Jack was 
next, wiping the cum from the girl's pussy with a dirty rag, then falling on 
top of the groaning young woman. In moments, he too was raping her, his ass 
pumping up and down, his grunts and the girl's screams filling the room with 
a strange mixture of lusty sounds. 

When the fucking was over, Jack stood up, pushing his softening prick back 
into his pants. Julie rolled over onto her side, drawing her knees up to her 
tits while covering her face with both hands. Her sobs reverberated in the 
basement while her body trembled violently. 

"Not bad. But she didn't put half the effort in fuckin' me-the way she did 
her old lady," Jack said a little disappointedly. 

"You just didn't treat the bitch right," Paul explained, zipping up. 

"Yeah, she still ain't learned to behave like her old lady," Jack said under 
his breath. 

"Gotta give her a chance to learn. Come on, let's give the slut a show." 

Paul took his half-conscious sister and dragged her over to the workbench, 
leaning her up against the side. There were more ropes, ropes tied to her 
wrists and pulled back, the free ends attached to the vise right next to 
Ellen's head. Julie moaned, tugging her hands weakly against the restraining 
hemp. She managed to rouse herself from her stupor, ignoring the squishy 
feeling of cum still in her pussy and looking around inquiringly at what was 
going on. 

"Kept these from the Fourth of July. Thought I'd be able to use 'em. Now 
you're gonna learn how to heat up your cunt when some dude's not around to 
do it for you and your old lady can learn a few things too." 

Ellen raised her head from the workbench, her face blanching when she saw 
Paul showing his buddy several small brightly colored cylinders. Wicks 
sprouted from the tops. Were they small candles? No! Oh God, they were 
firecrackers! 

Ellen knew what would happen now. She twisted and bucked against the bonds 
as Paul approached her, taking one of the cylinders and shoving it in her 
juicy pussy. The sharp entry made her wince. He shoved in a second one 
nearer her clit, twisting it around and around and seeing with satisfaction 
that his mother responded to the firecracker-fucking. 

"Even now she's turnin' on to it. Bet she just can't wait till the things 
gets goin'." 

Reaching around, he shoved two more firecrackers into his sister's pussy, 
twisting them around, watching as Julie's face blanched, then grimaced into 
an expression of severe pain. He was fucking her with those things, moving 
them back and forth, rubbing the firecrackers against her clit. 

"Nice to have something like that blowin' your mind, huh, baby? But this 
ain't gonna be blowin' just your mind, slut. You're gonna have somethin' 
real hot and fiery between your legs in a sec," Paul said, pressing his face 
against Julie's, then laughing maniacally. 

"Oh God, Mama ... Mama, he's going to hurt me bad!" Julie screamed. 

Ellen clenched her teeth together, grinding them as once more she fought to 
free herself. Her daughter was going to be hurt too, and there was nothing 
she could do. Roped in tightly, the hemp chewing against her sweaty flesh, 
Ellen faced the same fate as Julie. 

"This'll get 'em goin'." 

Ellen heard the scraping of a match, smelled the burning sulphur. No, no, oh 
God, no! This couldn't be happening! It was the culmination of a terrible 
nightmare, one that should never have happened! 

"Please, Paul, oh God, you don't know what you're going to do to us. God in 
heaven, don't ... don't do this to us!" Ellen pleaded as she twisted her 
head around and watched the flame of the match flicker beneath his demonic 
face. 

"This is gonna be good, real good. Yeah, man, it's gonna turn you on." 

"No!" Ellen screamed as he drew closer with the burning match. 

She saw the flame flicker and threaten to go out. It came back. She watched 
with growing horror as he stretched out his hand and ignited the two fuses 
sticking up from her pussy, standing back and watching s the tiny wicks 
began to sputter. 

"No, no!" 

Ellen stretched her body on the bench, thrashing around like a wild woman, 
arching her back and wallowing her shoulderblades against the wood while 
clawing helplessly at the splintery wood. She could feel the shower of 
sparks igniting her cunt hairs, could smell the sickening stench of her 
burning pussy fuzz while the wicks burned down quickly to the gunpowder. She 
heard Julie wailing, begging her brother Paul to stop this insanity before 
it was too late. 

"No, no, don't ... oh God, please, Paul, oh please, put it out. Don't let it 
go off in my cunt," Ellen begged, choking on her own saliva. 

But her foster son had no intention of putting out the flames. He and his 
buddy Jack watched with growing fascination as the flames burned down 
quickly, watched as the woman twisted and writhed on the bench against the 
ropes like one of the damned. There was nothing Ellen could do. All she 
could was pray. With each passing second, her nerves frayed, sputtering as 
badly as the fuses between her flailing legs. 

"Ohhhhh!" Ellen gasped. 

"Now, bitch, now! Now you're gonna feel a real bite!" Paul hissed. 

The fire was rapidly approaching her fuckhole now. The heat spread across 
her cunt and singed her lower pussylips. Ellen cringed and struggled against 
the steadily burning fuse. Paul and Jack could only smirk and enjoy the 
spectacle unfolding in front of them. 

Ellen tensed and prayed, quivering as the heat burned into her pussy. There 
was a moment's hesitation, a second when the sputtering stopped, and both 
Julie and Ellen thought this horror was all over. 

Then suddenly the powder ignited and the firecrackers exploded! 

Thousands of burning, sharp needles ripped at her pussy. Ellen screamed the 
cry of the damned, her body arching up, one of her arms finally tearing free 
of the ropes and falling over her twisting thighs. The explosions burned her 
to her soul as the bench creaked beneath her. There was another explosion. 
Had they done the same thing to Julie? Perhaps. Ellen didn't really know. 
There was another moment of mind-searing pain, and then blissful 
darkness.... 

When Ellen awoke, the ropes were gone. Paul and Jack were nowhere to be 
seen. Painfully, she rose from the workbench, moaning as the pain in her 
pussy still throbbed. Looking down, the woman saw her singed blonde cuntal 
hairs, and she could still smell the spent gunpowder. How her head throbbed! 
How her body ached from having been tied down in that awful position for so 
long! Rubbing her forehead, she looked around for Julie and found her 
daughter crumpled in a fetal positon on that pile of decaying rags in the 
corner. 

"Julie?" 

Grunting with the effort, Ellen slid down from the workbench and padded over 
to her daughter, sinking to her knees and running her fingers through the 
girl's hair. 

"Oh Mother, Mother-what have you done to me?" Julie finally asked, turning 
around and peering at Ellen through her tangled blonde hair. 

Ellen moved her mouth silently. No, she couldn't say anything now. But she 
would make it up to her daughter. They would leave this awful place, sell 
the house and turn Paul over to the authorities. She could never face him 
again ... not after this. 

"We'll leave," Ellen finally managed to whisper. 

Julie closed her eyes, shaking her head from side to side. 

"He'll never let us ... oh God, he'll never let us leave." 

Ellen bit her lips, hugging her daughter's head to her tits. Julie was 
wrong. Of course they could leave. Paul would have no say in the matter. 
They were free to do as they chose. They would start up a new life somewhere 
else, somewhere away from this horrid situation, away from these awful 
memories. It was possible.... 

Wasn't it? 


THE END
