Reluctantly, Kathy shed her clothes, slipping off her bra and stepping from her panties as the men looked on…
"Man she's almost better than her daughter," Jack remarked softly pulling his prick from his jeans and letting it stick out like a pole.
"Get down on your knees and suck my cock. And do a good job, or you'll trade places with your daughter here," he threatened.
Kathy didn't even look at her daughter as she dropped to her knees and took his cockhead between her lips. She heard him catch his breath as she flicked her tongue around the sensitive underside of his prick. She knew how to sued cock. Her ex-husband had liked having his cock sucked – almost more, she thought, than sucking and fucking pussy. But this was something new, something different. She was sucking cock while her daughter hung there and watched.
She took Jack's cock deeper into her mouth, her tongue making strong sweeping licks over the cockhead as she felt his prick pulse faster. "Good head, baby, mood," he purred.
She could hear her daughter cry out in pain again as a soft buzzing sound reached her ears. He was fucking Betti with that terrible thing, pushing the dildo in deep while Kathy sucked his cock. She had to bring him off fast, or God only knows what would happen to Betti. She bobbed her head back and forth, her big tits slapping softly against one another as he rocked his hips from side to side.
Betti was screaming even louder as Kathy felt the sour saute of jizz spatter over her tongue and slime her throat. Gagging, she still swallowed Jack's rum, hearing her daughter's cries slacken off.
Thank goodness she thought, feeling his prick soften between her lips. Thank goodness this was over.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jack had finally pulled that dreadful dildo from Betti's cunt. Kathy could see with some relief he hadn't popped her daughter's cherry – not yet, at least. Jack had let Betti fall to the ground, having untied the restraints that bound her wrists to the overhead dangling rope. She fell to the floor, her body shaking with awful sobs.
"Please, no more, no more, I can't move," the girl cried.
Jack grinned down at the helpless girl, nudging her with his toe, then turning to the hapless mother, who was still wiping his cum from her lips.
"Here, you beat some sense into her," he said, handing Kathy his belt.
Kathy looked at him, wrinkling her forehead and feeling as if he had just asked her something in Russian. Cocking her head to one side, she stared uncomprehendingly at the young man, feeling a little sick. She knew she wasn't capable of such cruelty to anyone, especially her own daughter.
"You heard me, you beat the little slut!" Jack hissed, her eyes narrowing. "Or I'll do it. And you know what I can do."
Standing there, hesitating, Kathy knew she could only cause her daughter more harm if she didn't obey Jack. Her fingers closed about the belt buckle, feeling the cold through her fingers. It was an awful sensation, one that made her a little wild and queasy at the same time. Betti was looking tap through her tousled blonde hair, staring wild-eyed at her mother. An uneasy feeling churned in the pit of Kathy's belly. She raised the belt, cocking her arm, then brought the leather down sharply across her daughter's bare back. Screaming from the pain, Betti jerked her legs outward and rolled onto her back.
"That's the way! Harder, harder!" Jack demanded while the other guys drew close.
Kathy stepped forward, spreading her legs apart a little farther for support as she looked into Jack's eyes and thought he resembled an attacking wolf. She had to do it.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Betti," the woman murmured.
She brought the belt down again, this time the black leather cracking across the girl's naked tits. Betti shrieked, her body jerking and twitching as she crawfished back to get away from her mother. Kathy followed, bringing the belt down repeatedly.
Again and again, the belt whistled through the air, smashing against the girl's reddening flesh and bringing out more purple welts. Each time, the girl cried out in an agonized scream, crawling on all fours, doing anything to get away from the hurting belt.
Jack encouraged the woman, kicking her at times, goading her with obscene remarks.
"That's it! Whip that little bitch! Harder and faster, slut! Remember, she brought this on herself," Jack reminded the mother. "And remember, she's here 'cause she wanted to be here. Make the little bitch know she's gettin' a beating!"
It was incredible! Soon Kathy found herself caught up in the contagious sadism of the perverts around her. As much as she tried to resist, she found herself catching the fever of this hellish excitement. For a change, she was inflicting punishment on some poor soul, even if that soul happened to be her own daughter. "Agh! No more, Mother. Oh God, no more!" Betti begged.
But Kathy discovered she couldn't stop. The excitement poured through her like liquid fire, inflaming her veins as she smacked the black leather again and again against her own daughter. She felt a warm flush flooding her cheeks while flames of incredible goodness licked up her thighs and up into her cunt. Her arm rose and fell faster and faster as she slashed the leather belt against Betti's flesh.
The girl's shrill screams of pain were intoxicating. Shaking the hair from her eyes, Kathy followed her crawling, sobbing daughter around the garage floor, spit frothing around her mouth as she hammered the belt like a whip against the girl's vulnerable flesh.
"Okay, lady, okay, that's enough. You don't wanna kill her, do you?" Jack said, grinning.
Kathy stopped, her arm hanging down, the belt trailing on the floor like a huge black tongue. She stood there like a dumb animal waiting to be ordered about.
There was something shoved in her cunt now. Looking down, Kathy saw it was the same dildo that had tormented her daughter. But now when Jack turned on the switch something more than simple pain shot through her.
She dropped the belt, falling to her knees as her head dropped backward. Shocks filled her cunt, shocks that made her clit twitter while her big tits stood out.
"Uhhhhh…"
He had on those rubber gloves again, gloves that made sure he wouldn't get shocked while the low current bit into her swelling cuntlips.
Kathy sank to the floor, her body swaying drunkenly as she started to bite into her lower lip. Groans of anguish and delight seeped from her throat. Jack followed her down, keeping his hands on the dildo, then taking it out and flicking it off. Kathy fell forward, catching herself just in time before striking the cold floor. A low groan came from the crumpled body of her daughter.
"So, I see the little cock-sucker's coming back alive. Not bad, baby. You got a good old lady here. She knows how the fuck to beat a little snot like you."
Kathy knelt there, glad that her daughter was recovering. She looked at the young men around her and felt her anger rising like lava. How she would punish them for all this, punish them in a war they would never forget! But for now, she had to be silent, to give in to these animals. "Please, please…"
Betti was stirring on the floor. She was still dazed by her ordeal, her hands tentatively rubbing over her sore, injured flesh as she curled her legs up into a fetal position and hugged her knees.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," Kathy sobbed.
"Don't touch me!" Betti shrieked, dragging her welt-covered body away from her mother.
"But…"
"No!"
The men laughed at the exchange, Jack pushing Kathy down to the floor while he moved up to Betti and slapped her hard across the mouth.
"That's no way to talk to your old lady," he said with a hard laugh. "You gotta show some respect. Shit, after everything we've done to you, I thought you would've shown at least that, especially to her."
Betti lay there mute, her mind racing out of control. She felt nothing but hatred and fear as she scanned all those around her. Jack was nudging her again, pressing his boot toe up against her inner thigh. Betti could see her mother's worried look as she knelt there on the floor, covering her mouth in shame and horror.