Mother and Daughter Ride Again  Part two    
by wbill99_1999



Jill, still mounted comfortably astride her victim's face, had initially been
perturbed by the untimely intrusion. "Get her off me Darin" Peter, his face
red and slick from his sweat and Jill's juices, had screamed - or that's what
she thought he had said, Peter's voice, his mouth full of lycra, sounded badly
muffled.. It was then that Jill, out of the corner of her eye, saw Rachel
glide smoothly out of the shadows. She smiled to herself; this would be
interesting and what's more she would have a grandstand seat.

Darin paused and looked towards where Rachel had emerged from the shadow of
the trees and now stood a few feet away from him. "Leave them alone" Rachel
was still smiling sweetly "Peter is busy with his lessons and I'm sorry to say
that he's a very slow learner" The newcomer glowered at her; he was certainly
bigger than Peter and with a shock of unkempt dark hair, he looked more than a
little menacing.

Who's going to stop me bitch" he sneered.

"Oh - I will if necessary. I'm more than capable of stopping you" Rachel was
quite matter of fact. "I've dealt with bigger boys than you and I have to
admit that watching mother dear in action has made me feel a bit restless. So
come on big boy - if you're man enough!" Jill looked on with proud approval;
he won't be able to resist that she thought - no red blooded man would. Rachel
looked magnificent in her tight shorts which highlighted her strong, young
thighs and plump round derriere.

With a roar Darin leaped at her, swinging wildly. Rachel wasn't there. She had
sprung lightly to one side and landed a kick on his thigh muscle as he passed.

Darin grunted with pain. Turning he approached more cautiously this time.
Again he swung and missed again. Rachel had ducked very low and lashing out
with her left foot, swept his right ankle from under him. Arms flailing, he
staggered backwards, trying to regain his balance. Rachel giggled, and moving
quickly, she grabbed him around the waist and tripped him. He fell heavily but
recovered quickly and sprang to his feet. He moved even more cautiously now,
arms extended towards his young opponent; Rachel looked at him coolly, a faint
smile playing around her lips. "You do know that you're going to end up
exactly like him, don't you" Rachel indicated towards the securely pinned
Peter. Jill had moved off Peter's face and was now seated high on his chest
with his arms securely pinned in the crook of her legs. She had a broad smile
on her face, knees spread wide and her arms folded across her chest "Peter
baby has been like that for almost an hour now and mummy hasn't finished with
him yet. How you and I get to that situation and how long it will take, I
don't know - but it will happen. I'm going to pin you like a butterfly on a
display board. Your face has got an appointment with my bum!"

"I'm going to fix you bitch, and then I'm going to deal to that other old
bitch. No-one fucks with me and gets away with it" He moved toward Rachel who
giggled again and went into a wrestler's crouch to mimic his, arms extended.
Monica, lurking in the background, had her heart in her mouth. Rachel looked
strong and efficient, but Darin was bigger and she knew that he was
responsible for leading Peter astray. He had already assaulted his father and
badly beaten one of his brothers.

Jill looked down at her prisoner. "I've spread my knees nice and wide so that
you can see what's going on. He hasn't got a hope against her; she's had guys
his size begging her to let them submit" Peter was sobbing; the arrogance had
gone but Jill knew there was still a way to go. There was one final
humiliation, one major step that had to be taken but although Jill had warned
Monica, she thought that his mother should not be present for that. Monica had
agreed to depart at a signal from Jill.

Rachel and Darin locked up and each tried to trip the other. Darin realised to
his surprise that she was strong - very strong. Neither gained an advantage
and both ended up on the grass with Darin on top. Before he could take any
advantage of the situation, Rachel had squirmed away and bounced to her feet,
from where she landed a solid kick to his ribs. Darin grunted with pain but
also sprang to his feet. They circled again. Rachel closed with him and tried
for a hip throw; Darin stumbled but stayed on his feet, Jill noticed that he
still had that infuriating sneer on his face.

Jill looked down at her victim between her legs; he was trying to see what was
going on but the action was beyond his line of vision. Jill chuckled, "Don't
you worry sunshine, I'll keep you informed about your mate. You should hear
him start to yell very shortly". As she spoke, Darin took a step towards
Rachel and tried for a headlock. It was what Rachel had been waiting for; she
stepped back slightly and as Darin over-reached, she gracefully moved forward
and threw him over her hip. He landed with a thud, momentarily winded.
Instantly she was on him, seizing an arm and stepping over him she sank to the
ground to apply an arm bar. Snapping her hips upward with his trapped arm
ramrod straight against her abdomen and his wrist tightly held against her
chest, she applied dislocating pressure to Darin's elbow. He yelped loudly and
Jill, looking down at her prisoner, said, "There - it's starting. He's going
to be singing a lot of soprano".

Darin's feet pounded the grass and he writhed, twisted and squirmed. Rachel
held his arm right at the point of dislocation and calmly rode out the
upheaval; she wasn't interested in a submission - this was all part of the
process of total subjugation. Darin's threshing was gradually subsiding and
Rachel, sensing this, began the next part of the process. Changing her grip on
his arm to a wristlock, she lashed her legs around Darin's head and clamped on
a head scissors; using his arm as a lever, she yanked his head high up into
her thighs and poured on the pressure. Darin yelled as his head started to
compress and his ears started to ring. With his face hidden in the large,
creamy thighs of his young tormenter, he began to kick and struggle again.
Rachel moved with him and they turned slowly around the grass like the hands
of a large clock. His cries and obscenities were muffled by the leggy prison
he was tightly confined in.

"I've certainly got a crush on you Darin baby" Rachel laughed gleefully.
"You're in my tender trap. How do like the view, don't worry if it's not to
your liking - you'll be getting a much better one soon"

Jill looked down at her still sobbing victim. "Well, it looks like your buddy
is having the time of his wee life doesn't it. She's my daughter, that's for
sure. I think that if anything, she's even more ruthless than me. How's that
poor wee face of yours? It was a privilege to sit on it. I don't know if you
realise it, but your dear mother has been watching all this. She has had her
little camera with her and I think that she has got some really good material
for the family album, but she is going home now and that leaves you all alone
with me. Oh - I don't count the other two, there're too wrapped up in each
other, as it were, to worry too much about us" Jill looked across at the
lurking Monica and nodded to her: Monica waved and departed along the little
track through the woods.

Rachel tortured her victim with a series of pelvic thrusts and Darin was quite
convinced that his head would explode. His senses were swimming - the
smoothness of her legs and thighs and the heady perfume that she wore were at
odds with the steel bands that were slowly crushing his head. The pain from
the wristlock and the tortured elbow were almost away in the distance and he
felt himself getting weaker by the minute. Rachel could almost feel his
strength ebbing away; he had not been her most difficult conquest - her friend
Rebecca had coerced her into fighting her 22 year old boyfriend and that had
been a serious contest. He was a Judo brown belt and it had been a strenuous
battle between two determined opponents but Rachel, using her superb
flexibility, had caught him in a figure four scissors and after a titanic
struggle had obtained a submission from him. With her girlfriend looking on
with glittering eyes, it had not been appropriate to straddle him, let alone
sit on his face - but that could wait; they had both agreed on a return bout
and by the look on his face it would probably be somewhere private.

Darin had lost all power to struggle now and Rachel began to release her
holds. There was one other thing she needed to do; freeing him temporarily,
she quickly straddled him and, lying full length along his inert body, she
laced her legs through his and applied a grapevine. Grasping his wrists, she
raised herself up and forced his arms onto the grass; her legs stretched his
legs wider and wider. Jill, watching from her human saddle, thought that the
poor wretch would split in half. Darin shrieked; the pain from his legs,
thighs and groin was immense. Gone from his face was the arrogant sneer, it
was now a mask of pain and perspiration beaded his forehead. Rachel looked
down at him with a look of smug satisfaction - that was a heavenly sound, a
male in pain - inflicted by her. Wider still and wider she forced his legs,
Darin's head rolled from side to side and tears started to roll down his
cheeks.

Jill was entranced by the scene on the grass in front of her; she had never
seen a grapevine applied with the victim's legs spread so wide. The jeans that
Darin was wearing were stretched so tight that it was a wonder that the seams
hadn't split. Rachel with a last thrust of her hips unlaced her legs and sat
up. Her opponent was still. With a look of anticipation on her face, she
shuffled up his body and took her place high on his chest. Pinning his arms in
the crook of her knees, and with her hands resting on her thighs, she looked
down at her beaten opponent.

"Told you, didn't I" Rachel chuckled down at him. "Told you that you were
going to end up like old Peter baby over there. It didn't take as long as I
thought either; a bit disappointing really. I really wanted to try a few more
holds and stuff with you, but there you are - the tough looking ones are
always the easiest I've found. Well this is the bit I really enjoy, a wee bit
of torture first and then some really solid face sitting. There's a real
enigma for you - you get to visit the place that you would really like to be
don't you and your business end is away from all the action. How long will you
be here - well I don't know really, it all depends on a few things; my record
is a couple of hours so far. Shall we start?" The look of horror on her
victim's face said it all

Jill looked down at Peter and smiled. All was peaceful in the clearing; she
had a pleasing view of Rachel's bum as she sat astride her latest victim. All
this had made her quite mellow; it was time for the final phase. Peter looked
up at his tormenter; she had just promised him "a going away present". He had
been on his back for ages, those formidable thighs were still poised above him
and although the voice was warm and comforting, and her eyes had a glitter in
them that made him shiver. Reaching up to her shoulders, Jill slipped the
straps of swimsuit down her arms and left them dangling. Next she pulled the
top down and let her creamy breasts with their erect nipples burst free. Peter
gasped.

Jill laughed and slid along his body; her breasts descended to his face and
holding herself up on her arms she let her nipples slide to and fro across his
face. Inserting one into his mouth she commanded "Suck them". Peter obeyed; in
all his gropings with his few girlfriends who were still speaking to him, he
had never encountered anything like this. He worked away on first one and then
the other until Jill gasped "Enough" Moving quickly she sat up and whirling
around, she sat back on his face in a reverse facesit. Peter felt his shorts
being undone and slid down his thighs; Jill looked down at his rapidly
erecting penis.

Moving off his face, Jill stretched down Peter's body. Keeping his head firmly
secured between her thighs in a reverse head scissors, Jill began to rub an
erect nipple up and down the length of his shaft and around the head. Her
prisoner groaned and he raised his hips: Jill bent her head and teased the
head of his cock with her tongue before enclosing it in her mouth and sucking

strongly. The groans grew louder. That should do it, Jill thought and
disengaging with a soft plop, she sat upright, once more on her victim's face.

Peter's erect cock pointed straight in the air, a slight dribble running down
the head. Jill chuckled to herself; this was it - the climax, in more ways
than one. Reaching down, she seized his member and went to work. Her hand and
fingers tickled, rubbed and stroked, while Peter's hips bucked up and down and
muffled groans came from beneath her. His inevitable orgasm was impressive, -
large skeins of semen rose some distance in the air and splattered onto his
stomach and lower chest. Jill drew it out as long as she could and then unable
to resist any longer, came herself as waves of pleasure spread through her
body while she tugged on her nipples and whimpered her ecstasy.

Jill fell sideways, exhausted but happy, also aware that she needed to let the
young man breathe. When she had recovered she looked at him; he was sobbing
and had his head turned away. Jill paused and looked in the direction of her
daughter. Rachel was extracting a lot of noise from Darin; she was riding his
biceps with her knees and his body was arched upward in pain and he was
bellowing like a wounded bull. Rachel had her back to her mother and therefore
hadn't seen the humiliation of Peter in its final stage. Just as well, thought
Jill; not something that I'm that proud of really, but it was necessary. With
a sigh, Jill, adjusted her swim suit and repacked her breasts, re-mounted
Peter and taking his head her hands; she forced him to look at her.

She spoke to him in dulcet tones "Peter, I'm going to let you go now. What I
just did to you was done for a purpose - it was done to humiliate you and to
show you that women are not playthings or objects for you or your odious mate
over there to use and abuse. Your mother commissioned this beating for you,
but she did it for your own good. Your father was a bully and abusive, I dealt
to him years ago and she didn't want to see you go the same way. Not all women
are capable of doing what I did to you and I am almost ashamed to tell you
that I do it for pleasure. My daughter over there is a chip off the old block
and if anything, she is even more ruthless than I am. Be assured that if we
here that you haven't mended your ways, then one of us will be visiting you.
Now clear off; don't wait for your mate - he's got a way to go yet"

Jill rolled clear and Peter got to his feet very slowly. He looked a mess.
Apart from the mess across his belly, his nose was bleeding slightly and his
clothes were torn. He looked across to where Darin was being tortured by
Rachel; still astride him, she had her legs locked in a tight front head
scissors and was giving his scarlet face her version of the Chinese water
torture - using one knuckle to rhythmically tap his forehead. Darin was still
yelling. Peter looked disbelievingly at the spectacle and slowly wandered off;
he had not said a word - but his body language said it all. He looked confused
and dejected but there was something about him that made Jill think, I haven't
seen the last of that young man.

Jill put back on her tracksuit trousers and sat cross legged on the grass to
watch the rest of Darin's torment. It had been a long afternoon; the shadows
were getting longer, but for the young man stretched out on the grass with her
daughter now seated on his face, it was going to be a lot longer......

To be continued