Through her splashing hair, Christine saw his right arm cock back. She knew what he was going to do but somehow didn't mind. It all didn't matter. She had to fight back, strike back for her honor, for her daughter's honor. Grabbing onto his black hair, Christine pulled and tugged, hearing the young man cry out in pain. Good, she was giving him a dose of his own medicine. She found herself laughing almost hysterically, hanging on, tugging and kicking and clawing as Brad sought to knock her away.
His fist found its way just under the last rib, plowing into the soft spot of her lower belly. Lights flashed and buzzers went off in her head as that big dirty fist bruised her stomach. The force of that terrible blow sent Christine reeling back, stumbling over her own two feet and tumbling back onto the rag pile. Shaking the stupor from her head, Christine scrambled weakly to her feet once more, pitching herself at the elder Rudd. She was still screaming, still wanting to rip their faces off for what they had done to her and her daughter.
"Knock the bitch out," Brad said, knocking the hair from his eyes.
"Dumb move, baby, dumb."
Another fisted blow, this time to her chin. Christine let out another sharp cry as her head snapped back, bright stars exploding behind her eyes. Christine cried out, feeling her knees bending, feeling them touching the cold cracked concrete of the basement floor. Again the woman tried getting up. But her strength was gone. Her belly ached, it was becoming difficult to breathe, and her mind was whirling around and around. A set of hands grabbed her shoulders, pushing her back.
"Oooofffff!" Christine cried, feeling the back of her head striking the floor.
Someone was on top of her – Brad. He was kneeling on her chest, exerting so much pressure that Christine was certain he would break her sternum. Her hands fluttered weakly to his legs, then dropped to her sides. Breathing was becoming impossible! Her breath rattled in her throat.
"Uhhhhhhh…" she moaned.
Christine groaned again, staring up wild-eyed at her tormentor. They were going to kill her! Christine was sure of it. And then Anna would be orphaned, left alone to men like this. Again she struggled, then fell back to the floor, her breath coming out in a long, shuddering gasp. The room blackened around her.
When she came to, blinking her eyes, staring around her, Christine could see they had moved her. They had roped her up again, her arms stretched high over her head and spread apart, the wrists attached to the legs of the buzzing water heater some four feet behind her head. Her asscheeks were pillowed out against the cold floor. Her ankles, meanwhile, had been bound together, several hammers attached to them to keep her in place.
"Uhhhhh…" she moaned weakly.
Something was going on to her right. There were sounds of a scuffle. The Rudd brothers having at it over her body to see who was going to be the next to fuck her? No. There was someone else there, a third person fighting them. A woman. No, no, a young girl! Oh dear God, it was her daughter, Anna!
"No, no, leave her alone!" Christine shouted desperately, turning half around, trying to jerk her hands free of the rope binding them to the water heater.
"Leave me alone! Stop it!" Anna shouted.
Anna was struggling between the two men, her halter having been torn off before, her big its slapping together while her blonde hair splashed across her face. She was crying, her legs slipping around the still-wet and slippery floor while Ed was trying to pin her arms behind her.
He would manage to get one arm down against the small of her back only to lose it as she twisted her wrists around and tried beating her fists against Brad in front of her.
"Come on, baby, come on, look at your old lady. Man, she's been havin' one hell of a trip with us. Both of us fucked around with her. And now… man, we thought we'd take on both of you at the same time. Two cunts, gettin' fucked at once – mother and daughter act. Ain't seen somethin' like that since we went down to T.J. back in July," Ed said, twisting her right wrist around savagely.
"Eaaagygyghhhhh…" Anna screamed.
Anna's face blanched, her body bending at the waist as the young blond stud twisted her wrist halfway around. The pain shot up her arm, making the girl bend both knees and nearly fall to the floor. Her forehead brushed against Brad's crotch while Ed reached around and finally trapped the other wrist.
"Good, real good," he gasped, straightening the young girl.
"Oh my God, leave her alone!" Christine wailed, tears blurring her eyes.
"Don't worry about that, baby. We got somethin' here that's gonna be real nice for the two of you. A real duo, dynamic style – like Batman and Robin," Brad said, chucking the terrified blonde teen under the chin, then moving away toward Christine.
"You know, your mother's a real hot number – like, you," Ed taunted, twisting her wrists a little more when the girl struggled against him. Anna's face showed the terrible pain shooting through her wrists and arms.
"Yeah, she couldn't get enough dickmeat, man. And when we was workin' her over – sheeeit, she was just like you, wantin' more pain, more hurt before we stuck somethin' good and hot and heavy into her. You're both alike, you two," Brad said, bending over and rubbing the backs of his fingers up and down the undersides of Christine's stretched-back arms.
"You'll pay for this," the older woman hissed through her teeth.
It was awful! Shame and horror and compassion were rolled up into one in Christine as she flicked back her eyes and saw her daughter struggling half-naked against this horrible man. They would show Christine and Anna no mercy. Of that she was certain.
"We worked somethin' up here for you two," Ed said, pressing one knee up against the small of Anna's back and shoving her forward.
"Ooofofoff!"
"Yeah, somethin' the Germans had during the Concentration Camp period. We was readin' about it in 'Soldier of Fortune'. Thought we'd try it out," Brad added, reaching down and unfastening the ropes around Christine's ankles.
The older blonde woman moaned as she rubbed her sore, chafed ankles together. She had been roped so often, so many times today! And now there would be at least one more time, this time with her daughter as a witness. If only she could die right now before having to expose her shame in front of Anna!
"Over here."
Brad took Christine up from the floor, holding her tightly after having untied her wrists from the ropes affixing her to the water heater. To make sure she wouldn't bolt, he had slipped a double figure eight around both wrists, leaving her bound arms to hang in front. With a false sense of modesty, Christine covered her naked pussy with her fingers.
"What… what is this?"
Christine heard her daughter's voice in front of her. Anna was some ten feet ahead. Both of them were being lead to a part of the basement she hadn't seen before.
"My mom thinks we're makin' furniture or something – you know, to sell at the swap meet. She ain't seen the rest of the shit," Ed said, shoving Anna forward.
Christine saw her daughter stumble forward, tight herself, then fall to the floor. She lurched forward instinctively to help her, but Brad pulled her back.
"And my old man's so fuckin' drunk half the time he don't come down here no more. I think he's scared to," Brad added, a smirk crossing his lips.
"Come on, baby, come on and strip. We've gotta get this fuckin' show on the road. You wanna show your old lady just how much you can take, right?" Ed snarled, bending down and curling his fingers into Anna's long blonde flowing hair.
"Yagghghhh!" Anna yelled.
"Oh, oh, let her go!" Christine shouted, again trying to break free.
Ed was twisting her daughter up from the floor by the hair, jerking her to the right, then to the left, enjoying the pinched, painful expression on her face.
"Noooooo!" Anna protested.