Chapter 16
Somehow I had failed to notice my change in status. For the first time I was
not chained, strapped down or hogtied, I was free. I realized that I had mixed
feelings about this turn of events.
I was trembling inside as Frank started cranking the handle, the little stop
lever falling with an ominous "clank," each time a gear tooth slipped past.
Mother's body inched down toward the wicked dildo with each clank. I was
relieved when grease had been rubbed on the head of it, but still feared for her
sanity as the huge tip of the thing reached her anal bud. Momma's nerve broke,
but she pleaded in a surprisingly even tone, "Please don't do this. I will
cooperate in anything you ask. You don't need to do this. . . . I'm asking you,
please don't."
A barking laugh came from Seth and he said, "I got to thinkin it be a touch
boring mostly sittin' round while she eats the whole lot of us. What's say we
git us a couple a ridin' crops and that way two of us can be whipping them big
tits as they stretch out?"
Calmness gone, mother wailed, "Oh heaven, please nooooo! I can't take all
this at once."
Four out of the five men were sporting boners. Not for the first time I
wondered how Jess could be so different from the other males as he stood with
his prick soft. Jess agreed to Seth's plan while holding mother's ass cheeks in
position for the studded piece of wood to begin its penetration. I felt my own
sphincter pucker as I imagined being in her place. As the tip made contact her
anal ring began sinking into her pelvis, refusing to allow the invader entry. I
could see the surrounding skin stretch and her gaping vaginal entrance elongate.
As the blunt pole advanced her pelvis stopped moving for a click or two, then
suddenly the resisting ring of muscle surrendered and the head plunged through,
sinking almost to the first row of spikes.
Mother yelped and lost her composure altogether, "I beg you, please don't do
it. I've never had anything in me back there. It will kill me. . . Please, it
hurts so much."
The only response was Frank commenting, "Damned if I know what to watch.
Them tit cords are gettin' tight and her big jugs are pulling." I looked up to
see, and again imagined myself in her place, suffering from the way the clamps
twisted the nipples till they pointed at the posts they were tethered too. Her
big tits were also stretching, trying to follow their tortured nipples by
transforming into cones of flesh. I felt wetness between my legs to match the
fantasies in my head.
Momma kept pleading and crying. I tried to ignore her words, not sure
whether I was feeling sympathy or lust, but I did know I was practically holding
my breath waiting for the first row of spikes to seek entry in her rectal
opening. Her anal ring already looked ready to burst from being overmatched by
the size of the invader. Even quarter inch spikes looked like they would tear
the impossibly stretched skin.
"AAAaaaeeeaahh," she bellowed as the spikes forced the tight skin to yield a
dozen grooves through the ring of muscle and into the passage, feeling no doubt
like a dozen nails being scraped along delicate skin. A pleasant spasm passed
through my sex.
Mother was in real misery when Jess halted the wheel. Her crying and wailing
were continuous. What a sight! At least six inches of spiked dildo stretched
her anal opening like a pair of lips trying to swallow a fat cucumber. What
really sent chills up my spine was the way her tits stretched into the shape of
big stuffed sausages, stretched out twice as long as they were wide.
Jess motioned me to take my place astride mother's face. I settled my bald
pussy against her mouth, looking down in fascination at her tits. I need only
lift my forearms and I could have used the underside of her boobs for armrests.
She went into me with her tongue. I was so close already, looking at her
contorted orbs and imagining the suffering she was under, it took my about one
minute to wash her face in my cream. I shuddered and stiffened, my cunt walls
clamping down on her tongue as I cried out with satisfaction.
Jess gave me a hard look at I got off and moved between the dildo stand and
her right thigh, determined to help mother endure by eating her bare snatch.
"There is a first time for everything," I thought to myself, eagerly working
on her gaping labia above the rod in her ass. I wasted no time, running two,
then three and finally four finger into her cunt. I saw her taunt belly muscles
flutter as I bent down and sucked her protruding clitoris into my mouth, rubbing
my tongue against it. I darted, licked, sucked and even chewed a little, looking
for what would best promote the cause of turning pain into pleasure.
I could tell by the sudden ooze of liquid onto my probing fingers that she
was getting hot. Jess had apparently forgotten to crank the wheel when she
finished me, so he did it then. As the wheel impaled her another half inch,
stretching her tits a fraction at the other end, she screamed in a different
register of sound. I knew the difference by the sudden surge of cum juice and
the way her vaginal walls contracted against my probing fingers.
I kept working on her and was proud when she started approaching another
climax. Before she came again I was interrupted to make way for Moss, who had
just unloaded all over mother's face. The next "clack" sounded and she cried
out weakly. Frank was mouth fucking her hard, jamming his prick in so far his
balls slapped against her nose with each stroke.
To my relief, Moss chose to fondle her pussy and swollen clit with his hands,
for just then Seth tired of watching and started whipping the undersides of her
breasts with a short riding crop, each blow making the taunt mammaries jerk and
vibrate. The force of each blow also wrenched her captured nipples, doubling
her agony as her renewed screams registered this new source of suffering.
I stood back, anxiously watching her reactions and hoping they would not
drive her past the capacity for arousal by the severity of their torture. I
knew momma was still struggling with the expectations of her social position.
After all, her husband owned the three black people in the room. It would turn
her world upside down to admit to herself, much less allow these people to see,
that she could derive fulfillment from being dominated and sexually abused by
her inferiors.
For this reason I worried about Seth, believing him to be a pure sadist,
intent only on inflicting intense suffering. What I did intuitively know about
sex, gleaned from this traumatic experience of imprisonment, bondage, torture
and, I expected, rape, was that a man like Seth could be deadly to any hope of
opening mother's eyes to a new and joyful experience. She did not have enough
of the pure masochist in her, and only a pure masochist could find fulfillment
in an encounter with Seth.
