She had never head of people doing this kind of thing before. Oh, there was all that nonsense in the movies, stories about women being tied up in chains and ropes and all that kind of silly stuff. But they never seemed to enjoy it. But her mother… well, those sobs and cries were turning into something else. Sharon wasn't sure, but she could hear a change in the tone of her mother's voice. The pain and fear were still there. But there was something else, something that had been there all the time, something that had kept the excited teen from rushing out into the streets and shouting for the police.

"Uhhhhhh…"

"Get your hands over here and put 'em together, slut."

Janice did as she was told, blinking away the tears and taking deep, calming breaths. Hank used the silk belt to wrap around her wrists, folding it over several times before securing it tightly with a double slipknot. Janice's face blanched then reddened again as the soft material bit into her flesh. Sucking in her lower lip, she chewed down, her forehead wrinkling once more with growing apprehension… and excitement!

"Yeah, a nice, hot cock for a good, hot pussy. That's what it's all about, ain't it? That's why you been trottin' over to my place in that Goddamned skimpy outfit, wagging your tits and ass at me, hopin' I'd come over. That's what you were askin' for, that's what you got… in spades."

"Ohhhhh…"

Sharon swallowed another lump of excitement, wondering where this would all end… for her as well as her mother.

CHAPTER TWO

"It's too tight… oh, God, you're tying it too tight," Janice wailed, her back arching while her shoulders dug into the creaking mattress. The backs of her legs undulated against the wrinkled top sheet while Hank was readjusting the belt binding her wrists. The young mother was writhing on the bed, her nostrils flaring, her eyes wide with fear. And there in front of her half-opened mouth was Hank's cock, the fat head purple, swollen, while those horrible-looking blue veins throbbed against his tight-fitting prick skin.