Chapter 7
Alexis fastened his daughter's chain to the sofa in such a way that she couldn't possibly get free. But Vanessa had just the merest hope of being seen through the open window. Her father had pulled open the drapes and sunlight streamed in.
But Vanessa could not stand and reveal herself and stop a passerby for help. She could only stare up into the blue sky and hate herself and her father.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked him as he dragged Peter to the door leading to the kitchen.
"I'm going down into the cellar with your mother. It's time I taught her the same lesson you've learned."
"Leave Mom alone!" raged Vanessa helplessly. She cut off further words when she saw they only added fuel to the man's unholy sexual desires. She didn't want to be responsible for making things worse for her mother than they were flow.
"I'm going to show her what a miserable son she's raised. Look at him!"
Peter still cringed. Vanessa had to admit she felt a surge of contempt for her brother. Things were really rough, but there wasn't any reason for him to retreat from reality like he was doing.
Vanessa laughed.
"Even you know how weak he is. I will show Laura, too!"
The man dragged his son to the cellar steps and then tossed him down the dimly lit flight of stairs. Peter painfully landed in a pile at the bottom.
"Alexis, stop this!" cried out Laura. She had been tied securely in the basement. "Don't torture the children. Do what you want with me, but leave them out of this!"
"Such noble sentiments. If you'd behaved properly before, they wouldn't be in this fix. You're the one responsible for them being in any jam."
She started to say that he needed help, professional help, then bit off the words. Alexis had them totally in his power and it did no good egging him on. Laura watched in mute horror as he pulled Peter across the floor to an odd contraption he had rigged on one of the overhead beams.
"See the overhead hoist?" Alexis asked his wife. "The one with the motor on it?"
Above their heads ran a strong beam which held the hoist. A motor had been affixed to the chain for some reason Laura couldn't figure out. If it was turned on, the hook on the end of the chain would slowly spin around and around. Laura felt a rising tide of panic and didn't know why.
When she saw her husband pick up a wooden basket, then punch out the bottom with a meaty fist, she knew what he was planning. And she didn't like it one bit. However, struggle as she might, she couldn't hold him off as he lifted her and dumped her in the bottomless basket so that her naked ass poked out underneath.
Then Alexis hoisted her up and fastened the basket to the overhead hook. When he flicked the switch, Laura experienced dizziness as she began to spin around and around. With her butt hanging down under the basket, her pussy was wantonly exposed to whatever terrible thing he had in mind for her.
"Isn't that just about the prettiest sight you ever saw?" said Alexis to his son. "Look at this!"
He drove his middle finger into her cunt and her entire body swung in a circle around it. The motor actually caused the woman to fuck herself on the man's finger. She gasped when he moved it from her curt to her asshole. If it hadn't been for the faint traces of pussy juices still remaining in her cunt lubricating his finger, Laura knew he might have torn delicate tissues up her asshole.
She had been raped too many times not to be sore and aching in every orifice in her body. But she knew she couldn't complain. She had some vague notion what her husband had been doing to Vanessa and Peter. What was worst of all was the knowledge that Alexis was just beginning to use her. She understood the full horror of this when he pushed Peter to the floor under her. The boy's cock aimed directly up at her slowly rotating cunt.
"I'm going to lower the bitch a little for you, son. Right on target. Like it, stud?"
Peter grunted as he felt the softness of his mother's pussy rubbing against the tip of his knobby-headed prick. The juices trickled down his long cock and actually made his balls tighten up even more. But the promise of having her rotating around his cock was almost too much for him. He nearly came.
"I'll get the other motor working. I want you to get the benefit of this cunt."
Laura gasped when she felt herself being lowered slightly. The way her son's prick entered her pussy took away her breath. Compressed tightly into the small fruit basket the way she was, the blonde woman was completely helpless. And when her son's cock pressed between her firmly closed cunt lips, it felt as if he were fucking her with a telephone pole instead of his prick.
"God, it feels so big!" she muttered, in spite of herself. She saw immediately that her words only spurred Alexis on. But she couldn't restrain herself. It felt good having her son's prick all the way up her pussy!
She didn't like the way she was bent double in the basket, but this even proved to be a turn on for her. Her tits were jammed hard against her slender upper thighs. As her beating heart hammered more and more blood into her tits, they swelled and began to feel like overinflated balloons. Her nipples sprang erect and rubbed against her upper legs. Whenever she twisted slightly in the basket, a twinge of delight rocketed into her chest. Soon, Laura was breathing hard and the lightest of touches from Peter's prick was electric for her.
The motors pulled her up and away from Peter's cock. She tensed and tried to hang onto him the way Vanessa seemed to be able to when fucking. Her bodily secretions betrayed her. Her cunt had grown too slippery at the thought of having her son's prick inside her cunt. She was literally drooling out her thick inner oils now.
"Damn you, damn you to hell!" groaned. Peter. "Either let me fuck her or get her the hell away!"
"So he wants to ball his own mother, eh?" sneered Alexis. "A real motherfucker. These kids today are something else. They get hard-ons and will fuck any hole, no matter whose it is. Okay, kid, fuck on. Fuck your own mother!"
"And I want him to fuck me!" cried out Laura, the words stinging her ears. She could hardly believe she was saying such crude things. Before this horrible torture had begun, she'd hardly admitted such feelings existed. And now she was reveling in them. And all because Alexis was forcing her to fuck her son!
"I'm going to turn the motors on full speed and see how your little pussy likes that," the man said, laughing his evil laugh.
When she began spinning faster and faster, Laura almost passed out from the motion. But grimly she held on and when she was lowered onto her son's cock again, she found paradise. The spinning motion actually corkscrewed his prick into her tight, dripping cunt in a new and deliciously different way. Most women would never experience the way that prick drove into her juicy, seething hot pussy.
"Love it," she sighed, hoping to infuriate Alexis. "Love it to death!"
From the way her husband laughed, the blonde woman knew she shouldn't have said that. It only reminded him that she was totally at his mercy. He could kill her as easily as force Peter to fuck her. When she no longer pleased him, she and Peter and Vanessa could be killed quickly and easily. The man was capable of it.
She decided to grab as much pleasure as she could from her son's prick drilling so hot and fine into her agitated, dewy cunt. Closing her eyes, Laura imagined it was his cock spinning rather than her body. The delight coursed into her, warmed her with the friction, made her body respond in new and wondrous ways.
She came.
Laura screamed and thrashed around the best she could in the tight confines of the basket and her chains. Peter's cock came and went several times from her convulsing pussy before she came down from her sexual high. Then she heard something which made her wonder what the hell was going on.
A deep buzzing sounded, a cutting noise. Opening her eyes made her dizzy for a second, then she saw. While she had been lost in the throes of passion, Alexis had gone upstairs and gotten Vanessa. He'd chained the captive girl next to a table saw and Vanessa had turned it on. She shoved her chains against the rapidly spinning blade and managed to get free.
For a brief second, Vanessa just stood there staring dumbly at her severed chains. By this time, Alexis had turned his attention from the motorized fucking and saw that his daughter was going to make a run for freedom.
"Run, Vanessa!" cried Laura. "Run and get help!"
The dark-haired teenager feinted to the left, twisted and managed to get to the stairs. In a flash, she was up and out of the cellar.
"Damn, the bitch got away," snarled Alexis. "You two have fun while I go fetch her. She'd got to be punished for this."
Laura hoped her daughter made it to freedom. She could bring back the police and rescue all of them, just like in the movies. But the blonde woman had to admit secretly she didn't mind being left like this. She almost liked it. There was little required on her part to drive that lovely prick of Peter's all the way up into her cunt. And the idea that they were finally alone together made her insides quiver like a bowl of jelly. She wanted her son badly. But did it have to be like this? In such an uncomfortable position?
She tried to relax as the motors drove her up and down on his rigid prick. Whoever had designed this hoist certainly hadn't had this type of odd fucking in mind, but the design worked well. Laura could close her eyes, spin around, drop a little lower and feel the turgid head of her son's cock poke between her pink, pursed cunt lips. And then he surged all the way into her pussy as the basket lowered itself further.
This bizarre fucking wasn't as fast as the woman would have liked, but she couldn't have everything. The chains prevented much motion on her part and the basket firmly held her in position for the boy's prick.
"Ummm, that feels divine," she sighed. "I want more of it, Peter. Can you really fuck me good in this position?"
"I guess so, Mom. It's pretty nice, isn't it. In spite of everything."
She didn't have to ask him what parts weren't nice. She knew. But if they could forget Alexis for a while, that would be their private revenge for all he was doing to them. He didn't really want them to enjoy this fucking. He intended it as torture. If they got off on it in a big way, they'd really show him!
His cock nudged between her blonde rimmed cunt lips and wetly drove into her pussy. She felt the basket spinning around, pulling at his cock. She tensed a little, letting her pussy walls collapse all around his invading cock. She heard Peter groan a bit and then she followed his lead. The feelings ripping through her tortured pussy were nicer than anything she had felt before.
The warmth of the friction melted away all her aches. Nerves she'd only been slightly aware of came to life, singing out their songs of carnal joy. She loved the feel of her cunt walls trying to spin around with his prick. It was a twisty feeling that gave her a thrill she'd never experienced before.
Most of all, the hot, rigid length of Peter's cock assured her that her son was nearby and willing to give her all the pleasure she could handle. As she bounced up and down on his cock, her excitement mounted rapidly. She felt her breath begin to come in tortured gasps. It was as if sandpaper covered her throat.
The blonde woman's tits expanded to absurd size with the fiercely aroused blood pounding into them. How she wished her son could reach up and take her nipples between his fingers, then roll those erect little nubbins of sensitive flesh around like marbles. She had to be content with simply bobbing up and down a bit so that her thighs pressed firmly into her tits. This stimulated her, but not as much as if her loving son had been able to use his hands.
Perhaps her worst feeling came from her tiny clit. The organ was erect and throbbing, begging for attention it couldn't get. She tried pressing her legs more tightly together, but it didn't work. She was already wedged as firmly as she could get into the bottomless basket.
The blonde had to rely on the impaling spike of Peter's prick to do the work for her.
And it did it well. She gasped now every time it entered her aroused pussy. The way it pulsed and jerked around once inside her cunt told her he was getting as turned on by this forced fucking as she was. It didn't seem possible they could feel anything but hatred, but they did.
Tensing her pussy around the long, hot poker of his cock, she imagined she could feel each and every contour. The thick, purple head of his cock filled her, stretched her, made her come totally alive. The huge girth of the shaft behind his cockhead throbbed powerfully inside her tight fuck tunnel. And the woman thought she could even feel her son's thick blue vein on the top of his prick as it beat in tempo with his heart. She loved it!
Her excitement grew. She began rocking back and forth in the basket, adding to the motion given it by the motors. This drove Peter's cock even deeper into her hungry cunt. Spinning around faster gave her more friction inside to tease her delicate cunt.
Laura came. It felt as if the top of her head was going to sail off into orbit. For, a moment, the blonde woman tried to hold it all inside, then she discovered this wasn't possible. She allowed the titanic sensation to race throughout her body, freeze her breathing, tense all her muscles, give her the ultimate in human pleasure.
Her very own son's prick had gotten her off! When she realized the extent of his forced, incestuous fucking, she didn't know what to think. She let out a long, heartfelt shriek of joy.
"Peter, oh, Peter darling, this is great! I want more! I shouldn't, but I want more of your cock!"
Her entire body shook in reaction. Then, all too soon, she floated down from her sex high. She'd never indulged in such things as incest and bondage before and was surprised at the effect they had on her.
"God, Mom, you're cunt's sucking my cock like you had a mouth wrapped around it. I don't know how you did it. Never felt a chick's cunt that made me feel like that before."
She barely heard him. Her mind was glazed over from sex. She simply wanted to drive alone in the fuzzy, warm afterglow of a fine fuck. Her muscles protested the bent-double position and her ass actually was beginning to hurt from muscle cramps. Having Peter's cock driven repeatedly into her pussy was nice, but the woman wished it could be done in a less confined position.
Still, this added something to the fucking that wouldn't have existed otherwise. She was completely at her son's mercy. No matter that he was chained just like she was. She couldn't move, she had her hands chained and her entire body was enclosed in a bottomless wood basket. The very constraints on her movement added to her enjoyment of the fucking in a weird way she couldn't put into words.
The woman didn't try to understand it, she simply enjoyed it that much more. She struggled futilely against the sides of the basket. Hearing them creak and groan only spurred her on. Her passions mounted and soared and then erupted again. Her climax was even more intense than the first one she'd gotten.
"Mom, my balls! It feels like someone put them into a vise and is tightening up on them. Gotta come, Mom, just gotta!"
She felt the basket drop down and spin around the tip of her son's cock. Her cunt blazed hot and tight and she knew that the tightness was having its effect on Peter. It certainly was on her! She couldn't hold back the fiery tide of her emotions.
Laura came again.
She felt his cock buck and jerk, then geyser out a steady flood of white-hot jizz. It spattered her cunt walls, and made them contract even more. She was pushed even higher on the kaleidoscopic winds of orgasm and tossed around until she thought she would lose her mind. And she wanted even more!
Her body jerked and convulsed and tried to thrash around freely but the basket prevented it for a few seconds. Then came a tearing sound and the woman found herself lying full length on top of Peter, his prick still shooting hard inside her tight little pussy. She bounced up and down a few times to drive his cock even deeper into her cunt, then she relaxed.
He sighed deeply and whispered hotly in her ear, "That was super, Mom. I hate myself for enjoying it, but it was great!"
Then it hit both of them. She was fret from the basket and could escape. The saw was still turned an. She could free herself just like Vanessa had.
"Go to it, Mom," Peter urged. "Get those chains off and then get me free. I want to get even with Dad so bad I can taste it!"
"Me, too," she agreed. It was harder sawing off the chains than she'd anticipated because most of the teeth had been broken off. But she did it. Finishing, she quickly freed Peter. Naked, bruised, abused, they stood there looking at one another. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for them to embrace and kiss one another.
But the kiss wasn't very chaste. Not the way they did it.