Jack laughed at her, helping Brad push her forward until her lips once more bumped against Cindy's pussylips.
"Ooooowwww! Oh, Mother! Oh, ohhh! What's happening to me?" Cindy twisted against the ropes, holding her arms out wide, feeling her mother's tongue begin wagging back and forth in her dark, moist pussymeat. She was feeling tingles down there, prickly tingles along with the silky licking along the insides of her outer cuntlips.
The girl, sighed, closing her eyes and finding herself giving into the delightful feelings. She bucked back, her ass flattening against the wall while her cunt winked shut on her mother's wagging tongue.
"Go for it, bitch! That's it! Eat out your daughter! She digs it!" Brad encouraged.
Marie wagged her tongue deep into Cindy's hot little pussy, tasting her daughter's flowing juices while Cindy wiggled her ass against the wall.
Tears flowed from Cindy's eyes while her thighs rippled with the forbidden pleasure burning between her legs.
Marie felt her daughter writhing and twisting in front of her. She forgot about the blood rushing to her head, the way her body was straining against the ropes cutting into her ankles. The dildo shoved up her ass was sending more sparks into her bowels, making her organs shiver while her sphincter tightened, relaxed, then tightened again against the invading thing. All she thought of now was that delightful hot, furry muff wriggling up against her mouth as she stabbed her tongue in and out, in and out like a tiny cock. She could hear Cindy's whimpering, could feel her warm cuntmeat juicing more and more as they both edged up toward climax.
In a moment she felt the wild spasms shaking over her daughter. She hunched and shivered, her pussy trembling. She stuck her tongue in furiously, wriggling it up to Cindy's clit while the dildo seemed to climb another inch into her ass.
Marie let out a howl, wild explosions hitting her again and again as she gasped into her daughter's cunt, sticking her tongue in and holding it as stiffly as she could.
Cindy was crying, her voice frantic, tight, high-pitched, telling Marie and the others that she was cuming.
Finally Marie collapsed, feeling Cindy's cunt slackening against her probing tongue while the juices stopped flowing. Her body spasmed once more, then reined completely while the dildo shoved up her ass continued to sputter and vibrate against her bowels.
Marie curled her toes, feeling a warm glow settle over her flesh. It felt so good.
Brad shut off the sparking machine, twisting it around and puffing it from her violated asshole with a greasy pop. He let Marie swing back away from her daughter, her nipples caressing her chin.
Marie was glad she couldn't see her daughter. She was too ashamed. She had done awful things, and Cindy had liked them! Her daughter moaned softly as the men pulled on the ropes and let her body slide down to the floor.
Cindy fell into a fetal position, curling her legs up and resting her chin on her knees while locking ha hands around her ankles. They dragged her to a small stool, throwing her onto it, while they continued to leave Marie dangling from the ceiling.
Marie saw her daughter upside down as Brad held her and whispered something to his friend.
Jack was grinning hellishly, rubbing his palms together, before he rushed off. He was gone for some time.
Marie heard clattering sounds.
Every now and then Brad would shout something while Cindy just sat there, her eyes staring off into space.
Marie shuddered against the rope.
There were more clanking sounds.
Marie wrenched her body, swinging it from side to side, trying to rise up once more and reach the bonds that gripped her ankles. It was useless! It was then when she saw Jack reappear with something in his hand. It was a branding iron, the circular disc at the end glowing red from heat!
Cindy came alive when she caught sight of the thing, throwing back her head and shrieking while her legs kicked out.
Brad held onto her firmly, pinning her arms behind her back until her tits jutted out firmly. The girl went wild! Her hair splashed around her head while her feet kicked back and forth, nearly upending the stool. She screamed and howled like an animal, no longer the daughter Marie knew. Her face was twisted in agony while spittle frothed from the corners of her mouth.
When Jack brought the branding iron up between her thighs, Cindy pissed on herself, losing all control while her body arched up from the stool. Jack's back blocked most of the action, but Marie could hear her daughter's screams turn into a sustained wail that shattered her eardrums.
Cindy screamed and screamed, the smell of burning flesh filling the room immediately. There was a harsh smacking sound, then silence.
Marie watched, horrified, as her daughter slumped to the ground, an ugly red burn mark branded on her left thigh.
"That's to let her know who owns her. Now, for the mother-bitch!" Brad snarled.
Marie's eyes swept over her daughter's body, then came back to Jack as he disappeared back behind the furnace.
Brad was holding her hipbones now, twisting her body, examining her thighs.
"He's heating it up again in a bowl I've got back there made for just this occasion," Brad explained, tracing one fingertip along her right thigh.
Marie shuddered at his touch, unable to comprehend what was happening to her.
"This, you might say, is the culmination of the evening. You and your daughter. That was a nice surprise. Now both of you belong to us," he said, finding the exact spot that he would brand.
"No, no, you're wrong! You'll never own us! We're not slaves!"
Brad laughed, shaking his head as Jack returned once again with the burning iron.
Marie broke off her protests, her mouth growing dry while her hair stood on end. She saw the burning disc, saw the glowing red circle of iron as it came closer to her. She started screaming. She clenched her fists, swinging them at the men as they held her.
She could feel the hot branding iron up against her flesh! They were going to burn her alive! Her flesh quivered, as the heat grew more and more intense.
"Yaghghghhghghh!"
There was pressure, then an incredible sense of coldness. That quickly changed to a hellish heat, a burning that seared her.
Marie let out another cry, then fell silent, her hanging, twisting body smoldering under the attack of the branding iron. The room was strangely quiet for the first time in hours.
"Mother, do you think he'll like me in black, or should I just wear the sweater?"
"The sweater will be fine, dear. Don't worry about it. We won't be wearing much later anyway."
Marie stood by the door, the car keys dangling from one hand. She wished Cindy would hurry. They would be late, and she shivered to think of what punishment Brad would mere out if that happened.
How strange, she thought. How odd it was that she and Cindy were doing this as if they were going to the market.
Cindy skipped to the front door, gave her mother a happy peck on the cheek, then entered the car.
Another night had begun.