Bridget zoomed down the street and made a long sweeping turn into the driveway, and locked the brakes on her bike at the last possible moment, leaving yet another long black skid mark among the scores of others, stopping with the front wheel a bare two inches from the closed garage door.
She hopped off the bike and quickly punched in the code to open the garage door. She stripped off her helmet as the door rumbled up its tracks, and wheeled the bike inside, slapping the button to close the door as she passed. She tossed the helmet on the workbench, toed the kickstand down and headed for the kitchen door.
She shook out her long blonde hair as she walked to the fridge. She pulled open the door and grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it exactly half way with milk and downed it as the door to the fridge drifted shut.
Taking the back stairs two at a time, Bridget headed for her room, anxious to get out of her work clothes and into something a little more comfortable. Rounding the banister post at the top of the stairs, she started down the hall to her room, unbuttoning her blouse as she did so.
Then she stopped so suddenly she almost fell. She turned and looked into her Mother’s bedroom through the open door, and saw again what had made her stop so fast.
On the floor, just inside the door, were the torn remains of a blouse, a skirt and a bra. Something was not right with this picture. Mom would never, but never, leave her clothing on the floor like that. When she undressed, she folded her clothes neatly, ready to wear again, or dumped them into the hamper in the master bath. And why were they all torn up?
Bridget walked down the hall and into her Mother’s room, her eyes going to the door of the master bath, opposite the big king size bed. She heard the toilet flush and called, “Mom?”
Then the biggest man she had ever seen stepped out of the door to the bath. He was naked. Bridget stared.
“Hello baby.” the strange man said, and wiggled his hips, his huge, hard cock waving at the stunned girl.
The sound of his voice galvanized Bridget. She spun and made a break for the bedroom door, her long blonde hair flying out behind her. She screamed when a big beefy arm wrapped around her waist and easily snatched her off her feet, tossing her into the air as if she were a baby.
He caught the girl by the waist and held her so they were face to face, noses almost touching, her feet more than a foot off the floor, his huge arms hugging her to his broad chest, and his thing between her legs.
She drew breath for another scream and he said, “None of that, Babe.” and squeezed her suddenly, her breath whooshing from her lungs. Then his mouth was on hers, his lips hard and demanding, and his tongue deep in her mouth as his hand pressed the back of her head, not allowing her to pull away. His tongue explored her the hot, wet orifice as he moved towards the bed, Bridget beating his rock-hard shoulders weakly with her fists as she struggled to breathe through the long and torrid kiss.
Then they were on the bed, and she was lying on top of the stranger, her lush young breasts crushed to his chest, her face still pinned to his by his big hand. She could feel his hard cock, still between her legs, as his other hand rubbed up and down her back, from her neck to her ripe, rounded ass. Finally, his hand released her head, and she lunged back weakly, gasping for air.
“That’s better, darlin’,” he drawled, his hands settling on her taut asscheeks, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh as he talked. “There’s just two rules,” he said as Bridget gaped at him in shock. “Do what I tell you, when I tell you, and we’ll get along just fine.” A large meaty palm cracked against her ass and Bridget shrieked. “Say ‘Yes sir’.” he said.
Bridget screamed, and his lips were on hers again, his tongue plunging into her mouth. He inhaled suddenly, sucking the air from the struggling woman’s lungs as his hand cracked against her ass. And again. And again. The pain was enormous. It felt like her butt was on fire. Her head was spinning. Every time she got a little air through her nose, he inhaled, and stole it from her straining lungs. She fainted.
Max felt the girl go limp and released her ass. He ran his hands up her sides and pushed her upright, his hands sliding across her ribs and onto her mind-blowing tits. Holding her up with one hand squeezing a lush breast, he began methodically undressing the unconscious Bridget, in a matter of seconds, he had her out of her blouse, and her bra. He grinned to himself as he saw that Bridget had inherited her Mom’s big tit gene, she was at least a 36D, maybe even a bit bigger.
He unbuttoned the wrap-around skirt and tugged it from beneath her taut little ass and it joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Her panties were standard white cotton, taking the waistband at her hip in his hands, and giving it a little tug. It parted and he repeated the action at her other hip, then the shredded panties joined the pile on the floor.
He sat her up again, and gazed, almost in awe, at Bridget’s body. She was flawless. She had broad shoulders, and they had to be, to support the lush, round breasts that stood out on her chest with no sag, crowned with long fat nipples. She had a tiny waist, easily spanned by his hands, and a round, ripe little bootie that was as tight as a drum. Long lean legs, beautifully formed, dancer’s legs, with taut thighs, and trim, yet womanly hips, and a tight, flat belly with well defined abs under the thin layer of fat that makes all women so soft. And the jackpot, a bare, totally bald pussy that literally showcased the prettiest pussy he had ever seen.
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Val still had not found anything of any use. The cordless phone was dead, and the charging cradle was downstairs in the TV room. There was nothing sharp that she could see.
She forced herself to slow down and think, and then heard the sound she had been dreading. The garage door rumbled up its tracks, and before it stopped, she heard it reverse, and start back down. Bridget was home.
With the horror of Bridget being moments away from losing her innocence, she writhed madly against her bonds, pulling against them until her tendons creaked, but it was no use. He had tied her too well, she could not get loose. She had to make a decision now. She could squirm her way off the bed, and hope that Bridget would hear her hit the floor, and that the animal lying in wait for daughter would not. But then what?
There was no possible way her daughter would be able to fight him off. Or even run from him, for that matter. The man was as quick as a snake, and Bridget would have to pass the master bedroom to get to her room. Then she would be trapped, with no place to run or hide. Falling off the bed was not an option.
Her blood froze as she heard her daughter shriek. Tears leaked from her eyes as she tracked the sounds of Bridget’s frantic dash for freedom, and her capture. Then silence. Her shoulders heaved as she cried for her daughter.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i8e99e/val_and_bridgets_ordeal_part_2_non_consent_mother
Very hot! Can’t wait to see the next part!
Exciting, chapter 3 please.