"Uhhhhghghg!"
He was helpless! After all this, now he was finally helpless! She felt his body twitching, his hands jerking back for her. But something surged through her again, giving her the strength of ten as she choked the air from his lungs. In a moment, Jim lay limp, his eyes rolled into his head.
"Mama, don't kill him! Just get us out of here!" Cori screamed.
It was all Rhonda could do to keep from finishing the job, but she rushed to her daughter and freed her, then pulled Cindy up from the side of the tub, helping her toward the stairs.
"Don't worry, honey. We're gonna make sure he never touches you again," Rhonda said soothingly as the three battered women staggered up the stairs without looking back.
Much time had passed since Rhonda's visit to the farm. She had thought that with proper counseling she and her daughter would forget and overcome what they had experienced. But even with the new rush of money they received – the certificates were incredibly valuable, as Jim had guessed – nothing could stifle the raging fire in her body and, as it turned out, in her daughter's.
While Cindy preferred to leave the city and live with relatives while Jim quietly resumed his life alone in the country, Cori and Rhonda finally gave in to the perverse desires that had been lurking in the backs of their minds all the time.
Jack and his friends were pleased…
"So, a mother-daughter team. Man!" Jack said, wiping one big hand over his mouth. "I never would've believed this would happen. But hell, I'm all for it!"
The others agreed, looking on with pleasure as Rhonda hung from the ceiling, her arms stretched high above her head, with the iron cuffs cutting once again into her wrists. Her muscles bulged against her flesh while her tits were pulled flat against her heaving chest.
Standing in front of her, a riding crop in one hand was Cori, her daughter. Rhonda looked down pleadingly, her ass scarred with red crisscross marks, evidence of a recent beating.
Cori's nostrils were flared while her eyes were wide with arousal. The men could see how red and swollen her cuntlips were while juice frothed from her fuck-hole and dotted her curly blonde pussy hairs. Cori moved around to her mother's front, jabbing the crop against Rhonda's pussy and watching the woman's legs kick outward. Then she stepped back, bringing the leather whip back, then crashing the thongs hard against Rhonda's upper thighs.
The woman shrieked, feeling the hot sting of the crop biting into her white flesh. Her body jiggled against the overhead chains while she swayed from side to side. Again, the crop flayed over her thighs, threatening to peel the skin off.
"Okay, baby – now the two of you get it."
Cori groaned as they wrestled the crop from her, shoving the teenager back against the wall where four iron rings for her wrists and ankles lay open, ready for use.
Yes, Rhonda thought, watching Gus and Jack jerk her daughter up against the rough cinderblocks and pin her down like an insect, she and Cori had finally found something to do together. It was, she thought wryly as the cuffs pulled her shoulders nearly out of joint, something most families wouldn't do. But then again, she and Cori weren't most families. They were rich now, and they could do as they pleased.
"Oh God, no! Fuck, fuck!" Cori screamed from the wall as the men yanked on her cuntal hairs and bit hard into her tits.
Yes, it would be fun to finally do things with her daughter. And perhaps, in time, with Jim.