Joe roughly grabbed Mom and spun her around. He quickly looped and tied a thin rope around her wrists, binding her hands behind her back. He pushed her down into a nearby metal folding chair and tied a cloth gag over her mouth. He took a long leather strap, looped through her arms, pulling her elbows closer together. Then he ran the strap through the open back of the chair, tying her arms tightly to the chair. He pulled some masking tape out of his bag and taped Mom’s ankles to the front legs of the chair. This forced her legs open and I could see under her skirt. She was not wearing panties, as her dark bush was fully visible. I was close enough to detect what looked like clear dried secretions on her upper, inner thighs. It was dried up semen. Did this guy already rape Mom? Mom was divorced for several years and she was not currently dating anyone, so I doubt if she had had consensual sex prior to this. I wondered how she had come across this creep.
Joe turned his attention toward Gina and me. He took two pairs of panties out of his bag and shoved a pair into my mouth. I could tell by the style and color that the underwear belonged to my mother. He placed tape over my mouth. He gagged Gina in a similar manner. Then he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to an area of the warehouse that had a pair of electrical hoists with thick chains that dropped down from the steel beam in the ceiling. Large hooks with clasp enclosures dangled at the bottom of heavy-duty chains that fed down from the hoists. With a hand held push button control, Joe could raise and lower the hooks and will. He clicked a button and a hook slowly descended from the ceiling. It stopped a few feet above my head. Joe grabbed my bound wrists, lifted them up and hooked the leather straps onto the heavy metal hook. The spring-loaded clasp locked my strapped wrists into the hook. I had to stand on tiptoes to relieve some of the pain forming in my shoulders and upper back, as I was partially suspended from the hook. He did the same to Gina
Joe clicked two buttons, which sent Gina and I up and away. He raised us a few feet off the floor. It was quite uncomfortable being suspended like we were. The hoists were on a single steel rail, which ran along a beam in the ceiling. Greased rollers on the main hoist mechanism latched onto the steel beam, which allowed the hoists to be pulled across the warehouse floor. Joe dragged us along and brought us closer to Mom, who was still seated in folding chair. She was struggling to free herself. She stopped and looked in horror as she saw Gina and me raised off the floor and swinging from a pair of hoists.
Joe noticed Mom trying to free herself. He became angry. “I will teach you to try to get away from me bitch!” He growled as he moved quickly toward my mother. He tore open the front of her silky blouse, stripped the garment off her body and threw it aside. He grabbed the front of her lacey white bra and pulled his hand down forcefully, tearing it off her body cleanly. Her heavy, full bosoms flopped downward onto her chest. Her nipples hardened slightly in the cold damp air. Joe placed his face into Mom’s chest and began to wildly lick her blooming breasts. He nibbled at her nipples and bit into the soft white flesh outside her areolas. Joe stood up and began to slap Mom’s breast about. She screamed into her gag and writhed with every sharp stinging blow. Joe stopped only to remove his thick black leather belt from his pants and resumed his assault with frenzied whips to her tenderized boobs. Her brutalized breasts turned a bright pink with a combination of hand shaped and strap shaped welts. Mom shut her eyes tight and her feet danced up and down nervously although they were tightly bound the chair leg. She shook her knees inward and outward as if she had to pee. After about a hundred strokes of the belt, Joe stopped the wild punishment of Mom’s breasts.
He reached into an evil bag of tricks and pulled out a hard white plastic vibrator. It was an eight-inch, phallic shaped model with a smooth, narrow tip. It buzzed as he turned it on. Joe shoved it against Mom’s exposed snatch and worked it into her vagina. Mom raised her hips and jumped in her seat. He worked it in and out of her pussy for a few minutes. Mom trembled and quaked in her seat, moaning into the cloth over her mouth. After a few minutes of this, I heard her scream into her gag as she came in a cascading orgasm. Mom slumped down into her seat and appeared to be relishing the moment of the release of sexual tension. Joe shoved the vibrator deep into her pussy and left it there. It rattled loudly on the metallic seat of the folding chair. Mom would press her thighs together occasionally. This muffled the rattling sound. Joe took a pair of wooden clothespins from his bag and clamped them onto her erect nipples. Mom moaned intensely and wiggled in her seat. She opened her legs then pressed her thighs firmly together. She seemed to be enjoying the sensation. It seemed that Mom was on her way to a multi-orgasmic adventure. I felt a tingling sensation deep in my pussy as I saw the horrific yet strangely erotic sight of my mother’s pussy being violated and fulfilled by machinery at the same time.
Joe folded his belt in his hand and came over to me. He lowered my hoist a few inches so that my feet could reach the floor if I stood on tiptoes. He pulled me over to a stainless steel table. He centered the hoist over the center of the table. This forced me to bend forward over it. My short cheerleader skirt rose up, showing off my butt. The bottoms of my gold panties peeked out from under the pleated skirt. Joe flipped the skirt onto my back and stood back. He wound up and cracked me hard on my ass with his belt. I sang out a muffled scream into the rolled up ball of panties crammed into my mouth. It was a hard biting sting that cut across by sensitive ass cheeks. Joe twisted back and smacked me again, nearly in the same spot. Again, the sting was sharp and hot. Joe began to whip my ass with the same intensity that he used on Mom’s tits. After a half a minute my ass began to burn and throb. The pain was real and intense, but it was affecting me in a strange way. I actually began to get turned on. Wetness welled up inside me and my panties became quite moist. The pain began to subside and numbing set in. A warm, good feeling overcame the hurt. I could not believe it. I was finding pleasure in pain. What kind of sick person was I? The sensation was incredible though. Part of me wanted him to stop, but a part of me wanted more and more!
Joe stopped whipping me after what seemed like a 100 to 150 cracks on the ass. My butt was on fire when he finished. He twisted me around to face him. My ass came in contact with the cold steel of the table. The coolness soothed my aching, burning cheeks. Joe lifted my knit top and pushed my white sports bra over my plump boobs. They dangled there helpless and vulnerable. Joe left me there for a moment to retrieve a black leather riding crop from his bag of pain. He whipped it against the palm of his bare hand. He grinned crookedly beneath his dark glasses as he approached me. Without a word of warning, he proceeded to whip my breasts with the riding crop. He used rapid sidestrokes and backstrokes. Like my ass, my tender soft breast flesh stung at first. The pain gave away to heat, which in turn gave way to a dull ache, then numbness. My nipples got extremely erect. When Joe saw this, he directed his assault on them. Again, my experience in pain was exhilarating and pleasurable. Joe stopped after several minutes, either out of exhaustion or boredom. He turned his evil hand toward Gina.