Paul Gable
Daughter and mother in bondage
CHAPTER ONE
'Wh-what are you doing?' Anna Bixby stood in the hot garage, the two patches of silk covering her nipples growing damp from her perspiration.
She stepped back, one hand pressed over her mouth while the other stretched behind her. Eyes wide, the young teenaged blonde was moving away from the two brothers in front of her.
'What does it look like? You keep parading that ass around here like that, then expect us not to notice?' Brad Rudd said, pushing his greasy fingers through his short-cropped black hair.
'Yeah, been watchin' that ass wiggle under those bikini bottoms,' Ed Rudd added, his eyes narrowing as they zeroed in on the small blue patch barely covering the triangle of blonde cuntal hairs growing on her virgin mound. 'You can't tell me you don't want it… want it real bad.'
Ed was rubbing his crotch, slipping his fingers back and forth over his fly! Anna shook her head from side to side, still backing away from the two Rudd brothers.
It had been a joke. That was all. She wanted to tease them, to trot on over while her mother was out shopping and tease the two new guys in the neighborhood. But this was going too far!
Brad had closed the garage door shut. There was the smell of dirt, gasoline and oil. And hardly a breath could be drawn in the stifling garage! Sweat was already starting to trickle down from under her arms and staining her bathing suit.
'So now, you're gonna put out… gonna pay up for all the advertising,' Brad said, reaching down and tugging his sweat-stained white cotton T-shirt from his Levi's. Ed did the same, both bothers starting to strip in front of the girl.
'No!'
Horrified, Anna pivoted and rushed for the closed door, curling her fingers into two fists and beating wildly in the wood.
'Help me! Oh help me! Oh God, somebody come here and help me! They're going to rape me! Oh God, rape! Rape!'
Anna was screaming at the tops of her lungs, the sounds of her fists beating against the door echoing trough the large garage.
Ed moved first, rushing toward the young girl and pulling her away by the wrist. He yanked her back hard. Anna let out a sharp cry, her legs tangling over one another. Struggling to keep her balance, she steadied herself, then tugged backward, trying to break the harsh grip of Ed's fingers on her wrist.
'No! Oh no! Lemme go!'
Anna slipped over something disgustingly greasy while her hand banged against the big blue pickup truck to her right. Again she tried tugging her arm free of Ed's grip. Her long blonde hair splashed and tangled around the base of her throat while her tits jiggled from the violence of her struggle. The brothers were licking their lips, enjoying her struggle, her whimpering cries, her hopeless desire to break free of them.
'You ain't goin' nowhere 'til we've had a good taste of your pussy.'
'No, no! Don't do that to me! You don't understand!' Anna gasped, stopping her struggle for the moment and pushing the hair from her eyes.
She looked wildly from one Rudd brother to the other, hoping they would believe her.
'I've never done anything like this before! I swear!' she cried, her voice tight with fear.
Hot tears were starting to well up in her eyes as she stood there half-naked in front of this pair of savages!
'Come on, baby, kids half your age are puttin out,' Brad said, laughing at her distress and walking over to her.
'No, no, I swear it! Oh don't make me do it! Oh please, don't make me do it!'
Anna hoped someone had heard her frantic pleas and would come rushing through the door to save her.
Brad took one arm while his brother held onto the other, both of them guiding her away from the door.
'No, oh noo…' Anna gasped. Her voice was strained as she felt them push her toward an old couch in front of the pickup truck.
'That's your bridal bed, baby. Take a good look at it,' Brad taunted.
'No!'
Again Anna tried twisting away, jerking one knee up and trying to kick Ed Rudd in the crotch.
'You're crazy! I'll scream!'
Brad stepped back, letting her go while Ed continued to hold onto her by the shoulders.
She felt Ed's strong fingers digging into her flesh, twisting her around to face him. What she saw horrified her. Ed had one hand up in the air, his fingers spread widely apart. Before she could shout once more, his hand came down in a broad arc, slapping hard across her cheek, then coming back, the knuckles bruising her chin.
'Uhhhhhhhh…' Anna's head snapped first to the right, then to the left, the force of the blow stunning her.
She felt her muscles relaxing, her resistance collapsing. In a daze she felt them pushing her onto the couch, felt fingers on her tits, on her ass. They were taking off her bikini, slipping what little clothing she had on from her body.
'Ohhhhh…' she groaned.
Her top went, then finally her bikini bottoms, wadded up and tossed in some corner.
'Man, she's somethin' else. She's got a set of jugs on 'er like Raquel Welch!' Ed panted, his face red with rising lust.
'And, man, she's a real blonde. Look at that! Christ, that's a hot little hair pie. Wonder if she'd like to have somethin' big and hot and thick stirrin' around inside there?'
Anna drew one hand over her eyes, moaning softly, shifting her asscheeks over the scratchy material of the dusty sofa cushion. She was naked, stripped of her bathing suit!
Slowly coming out of her daze, Anna felt panic spreading through her mind and body. They were going to rape her, going to fuck her right there in the garage! Pushing through the fog dulling her senses, she jerked up, hands flailing in front of her as she slipped one leg off the couch and tried to escape.
'Get… back!' Ed said, slapping her hard across the face, then taking her by the shoulders and shoving her down on the couch.
'Man, this little cunt's gonna be more trouble than she's worth,' Brad said, trying to hold her flailing legs still. 'Gotta rope this one… sorta like ropin' a steer. Come on.'
Anna tried to slide off the couch when the two brothers began moving away. Ed came back and gripped her hard by the shoulders, shaking her so violently that her head snapped from side to side. She kept screaming, her knees buckling, her arms flopping from the violence of the motion.
'Stupid bitch! You don't know when you've had enough, huh?'
A hard slap across the face ended Anna's resistance. With a muffled groan she collapsed in a heap onto the sofa, her arms draped over her face.
Anna had no idea how much time had passed. When she managed to see through the fog again, she felt something harsh wrapping around her wrists. Rope! They were tying her up, binding her!
'Oh no!' she gasped.
Blinking her eyes and twisting her head around, Anna saw piles of rope at the foot of the sofa. Ed had one piece of quarter-inch line that he was wrapping around both her wrists. She snapped back to consciousness immediately, jerking both legs up and planting her feet squarely and hard against Ed's shoulders, nearly knocking him off balance.
