Bart raked her clit. She screamed a third time, her climax flushing from her aunt and making her belly swell with delight. She felt explosions go off all over her body, making her weep with pleasure and horror. Each explosion burned more and more, building to yet a higher pitch. Francine arched her body, never thinking death could be so wonderful. She twisted and grunted, the thongs stretching.
"Burn her. Burn, her like you did me!" Tina groaned, laughing happily.
The poker slipped from her cunt, leaving the woman high and dry. She cried out, looking around to see what had happened to the branding iron. It was hovering in the air, inches above what appeared to be a bowl. There were coals in the bowl.
Francine's mind snapped. She laughed, her cry sharp and hysterical. Bart laughed too, pushing the poker around, stirring up sparks that circled up to the ceiling. She strained against the bonds. The coals cracked and hissed while Tina showed her mother a big blackened area on her right inner thigh.
"And now, for your turn," Bart said, his eyes fixed and hard.
"Nooooo!"
Francine struggled wildly, watching with a terrible clarity as Bart pulled the red-hot poker from the flames and brought it up to her cunt. She could feel the heat curling near her pussy, biting at her clit making her pussy sweat even more while the flesh around her inner thighs reddened. Her lips moved against one another, the veins sticking out from her forehead.
Bart paused a minute, then began moving the poker. The end singed her hairs, burning them black, making her shriek even louder. Francine felt the pressure of the rod against her thighs. He was branding her like a cow, as he had done with her daughter and Kathy.
"Eaghghghghghgghhhh!"
Agonizing burning pain combined strangely with Francine's climax, jerking the woman from side to side, her cries mixing with her daughter's hysterical laughter as the hot steel burned into her skin. Bright flashes of light exploded through her brain. Then Francine fell silent.
"Is she going to be okay, then?"
Francine looked at her daughter, feeling anxious as the doctor searched for his answer. All around them men and women in white clattered over the polished tiles of the hospital, ignoring her.
"I would think so. She's suffered from a terrible shock. The kidnapping well, it's hard to say what kind of state she'd be in if you weren't there offering love and moral support."
"Yes…"
Francine's voice trailed off as she sat back down in the waiting room, drumming her fingers against the blue plastic backing of the chair next to her. There was nothing more to do but wait, wait until her daughter snapped out of her hysteria.
The doctors all discounted Tina's story of what her mother had done to her – those tales about electrocution, mass fucking, piss, shit, and everything else that bubbled from her mouth.
Francine knew better, but kept her mouth shut. At least Kathy was silent, staring at the walls, refusing to speak. They would come out of it, Francine was sure.
Francine sighed, slipping her sweater around her shoulders and rising from the chair. The future would be interesting. But then again, it was better than the dullness that had deadened their lives for so many years.
She moved through the corridor, wondering what new adventures Bart would have in store for her and her family.