Author: Sadistic Daddy
Title: Terri In Trouble
Summary: Little Terri comes home from school and begins to toy with her body but a phone call changes her plans and her life.
Keywords: g, mast, kidnapping, nc, bd, sm, M+Ff, blackmail



        Terri In Trouble



Terri got home from parochial school at her usual time. Her mom's car
was in the garage where it should be. She put down her books on the
kitchen table and started rooting through the refrigerator.

"Mom! I'm home!" she called out. She didn't hear a reply, but that
wasn't unusual. She seldom heard her mother. Mom called it "12 year-old
deafness" when complaining about it to her friends.

Terri finally settled on getting out a Popsicle, even though her mother
said not to eat them as an after-school snack. Well, mom wasn't there to
stop her, was she?

Terri went to the family room and flipped on the TV, then plopped down
on the couch, her plaid school skirt flopping around and showing a good
deal more of her long slender legs than she ever wanted to in school.

Sucking on the tip of the Popsicle, Terri thought about the book her
friend Kathi had brought to school. Kathi's dad bought all sorts of
nasty books, magazines and videos. Sometimes, on sleepovers, Kathi would
sneak one of them out.

This book, a paperback with drawings, was filled with a story of a girl
who seduced an older man and was fucked by him before being turned over
to all of his friends. There had been a drawing of the girl sucking on a
Popsicle, and how the man had watched her, thinking about how her lips
would feel on his cock.

Terri imitated the posture of the girl in the drawings, pulling her legs
up, exposing her panties to the TV. On the screen was some soap opera
hunk kissing his soap opera sister, only on the soap opera they weren't
supposed to know they were brother and sister.

Terri pouted her lips in imitation of the drawing and placed the pointed
tip of the popsicle to her lips. She slipped it between her lips and
pushed it in deep, like in the story. She closed her eyes and sucked on
it, slowly pulling it out, before sliding it back in.

It was only a couple of inches, but still Terri could imagine how it
looked, the Popsicle looking like a cock, sliding in and out of her
young face. The thoughts, and her position, and thinking about the
handsome hunk on TV gave her a tingle between her legs. She thought
about how the Popsicle would feel down there.

Kathi had shown her one of the videos where a woman was tied up and
forced to sit on a icicle shaped like a man's cock. The woman had been
moaning and crying as her pussy had sunk down on the cold shaft. The
image had stayed with Terri all this time, giving her both a tingle and
a shiver.

Terri rubbed the front of her panties slowly while she continued to suck
the tip of the Popsicle, looking at the TV. The guy on the soap had
taken off his shirt, revealing a smooth, very well muscled chest. She
longed to feel her head cradled on such a chest, strong arms holding her
tight. She imagined her long, brown hair spread across the bronzed chest
of the buffed soap star.

Terri's dad was barely a memory anymore. Her mother always said he'd
died in a work accident. Her mother had dated a few times, but had not
re-married. Terri had no idea what being held by a man was.

The phone rang. Terri ran to get it, thinking it was Kathi.

"Hi!" She said, expecting to hear the voice of her best friend in return.

"Listen carefully. I won't repeat anything. We have your mother. If you
want to see her again you will do exactly what I tell you to do."

Terri was stunned. Was this a joke? They weren't rich people. Why would
anyone kidnap her mother?

"You will leave the house at once. You will go to the corner and take
the bus to 53rd and State street. There is a phone booth on the corner
there. Wait there for further instructions. We know how long this will
take. If you aren't there when you should be, your mother will die."

The line went dead. The voice had been muffled, but male. Terri grabbed
her purse for bus fare money and left out the door, her heart in her
mouth. She hurried to the bus stop, making it just in time to board.

At 53rd she got out and walked the block to the intersection with State.
There was one of the older, glass paneled phone booths there. She went
in, not sure what to expect.

She didn't want to wait long. This was not a good part of town. Every
other store on the street was empty, some for lease, others merely
awaiting their turn to be condemned. Liquor stores and bars of the worst
type were all that were left. The few down and out inhabitants of this
area looked with undisguised lust at the cute, slender schoolgirl who
had wandered into their dark corner of the city.

Terri stared about the area around the booth and was startled by the
ringing of the phone. She picked it up, not sure if she should be relieved.

"Very well done. You just might save your mother, after all."

"Please, let me talk to her."

"She hasn't had much to say to us, but I think we can oblige you."

There was a pause, then the sound of some sort of struggle.

"Mom?...Mommy?" Terri hadn't said the second word in years.

"Terri? Please..." Her mother's voice was cut off by a piercing scream.
Her mother's scream of pain.

"MOMMY!"

"Your mother will stay in one piece if you do exactly what we say. Now
look down."

"Don't hurt her!"

"Do you want me to hang up now and kill her?"

"NO!"

"Then be a good little girl and do what you are told. At your feet is a
paper bag. Get it and open it."

Terri saw a crumpled paper bag at her feet. She picked it up.

"Open it."

Terri opened the bag and found a dog collar and a small pair of scissors.

"We don't trust you, Terri. You might be wearing a police tracking
device. You must do exactly as we say or we will kill your mother. Now
put on the dog collar."

The collar was black, leather and heavy. It had a small box on it, too.
Terri didn't trust that it was what it looked like. She left it laying
there.

"Okay, I've got it on." Terri said after a pause she hoped was long
enough to make them think she had done so.

"Hello?" Terri said into the phone. She heard her mother scream again.

"Terri, Terri, Terri. You stupid little slut. We know you didn't put it
on. We will know if you fail to do anything we tell you. This is the
only second chance you get or the next sound you hear is your mother's
death scream, got it?"

Terri put the phone receiver down and hurried to buckle the dog collar
on her long, slim neck. It was difficult to do by feel, but she managed
to get it on. She picked up the receiver again.

"Very good, Terri. Now let's see if you are hiding anything, like a
police tracking device. Take the scissors and snip the top button off of
your blouse."

"But-"

"Now, Terri! Or your mommy dies!"

Terri took the scissors and snipped the thread holding the button to the
shirt. Her white blouse gapped open, slightly.

"Now the next one."

Terri didn't dare object this time, though this was the button below her
breasts. She snipped it off, too. The open blouse now exposed her white
training bra to anyone looking in the phone booth.

"My informant says that bra looks a little too full to be all you,
Terri. Cut it, too, first the shoulder straps."

"Why?-"

Her mother's scream of pain came over the phone, then dissolved into a
gurgle.

"Your mother has something very thin and very tight around her throat,
Terri. She will die of strangulation if you don't comply."

Terri heard her mother gasping in the background. Hurriedly she put the
scissors inside her blouse and snipped first one, then the other
shoulder strap.

"Okay, let her breathe, please!"

"Not yet, slut, now cut the middle of the bra and pull it off."

Terri felt the tear of shame and fear on her face as she cut the middle
of the bra and pulled it off, here in a glass phone booth in the middle
of a street. She caught the eyes of a dirty old bum licking his lips,
watching her.

"Very good, little slut. Your Momma can now breathe a bit easier. Now
turn slowly around. We want our informant to get a good look at your
chest. Hold your blouse open."

Terri heard her mother breathing in strained gulps of air in the
background. Terri was sobbing, too afraid now to argue. She put the
receiver down and held the top of her blouse open with both hands,
slowly shuffling around in the glass booth. Her small, bare breasts were
on view for all of the street's ragged denizens. Most of them were
openly staring at the little schoolgirl, wearing a dog collar and
exposing her almost non-existent tits to them. Some were openly rubbing
themselves between the legs, staring right at her.

Terri picked up the receiver.

"Okay," she could barely speak, she was crying openly now. "I've done
what you want, now let my mom go!"

"Not yet. Our informant also wants to see what's under your skirt. Take
off your panties. You have five seconds or mommy is going to be dead
meat. One-"

Terri fought back a scream, then reached under her skirt with trembling
hands, the receiver falling to the end of the cord. She grabbed the
sides of her white cotton print panties and pushed them down her long,
slender legs. They dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them,
grabbing for the receiver.

"Five! Oh, I see, thank you for complying, Terri. Now, lift your little
skirt and turn around so our informant can make sure you weren't hiding
anything in your panties."

"NO!"

Terri felt a terrible pain on her neck. As bad as a sting from a bee.
She dropped the receiver, clawing at her neck, finding the box on the
collar was the source of the pain.

The pain stopped and she reached for the phone receiver again.

"Not smart, Terri. That was a little taste of the pain we've been giving
to mommy. You know that collar you are wearing? Mommy has two of them
around her big titties. Now, be a good girl, or..."

Terri heard her mother screaming, loud and long, begging, pleading with
them to make the pain stop.

Terri yanked up her short, plaid skirt and turned in the booth, seeing
again all the dirty old men rubbing themselves at her truly involuntary
showing of her nearly bare pussy lips and tight, round ass cheeks. Two
of them began to walk toward the booth.

"Very nice, Terri, but my informant tells me you are about to have
company. You will now hang up and run to the bar nearest to you. The one
with the red sign." The line went dead.

Abandoning her panties, the scissors and the remains of her bra, Terri
darted out of the booth. The wind caught the pleated skirt, lifting it
in back, giving the men of this depressed one final thrill as she
disappeared into the dark interior of the bar.

The bar was nearly empty. Terri slowed, inside the door, not knowing
what to expect. She hadn't expected to find two large men with a video
camera aimed at the phone booth outside, recording her every humiliating
moment.

Terri opened her mouth to scream when one of the men pushed a button on
a thing like a garage door opener. Terri felt her neck blossom with
pain, only this time, the pain didn't let up. She felt like she couldn't
breathe. Then she blacked out.



Terri awoke to a nightmare. Her first realization was that she was
hanging from her wrists. Her eyes snapped open, and she got her first
sight of her mother.

Terri's mother was naked. Terri had seen her mother without clothes, but
somehow this was different. Her mother usually didn't have two dog
collars bound tightly around her large, still firm breasts. Those
breasts were now purple from the lack of blood flow, and stood out and
away from her chest, the nipples were stiff and looked like they would
hurt if touched. There were dark streaks, as though her mother's breasts
had been hit with something.

Her mother was standing, bent over at the waist, making her swollen
breasts hang from her body. She was forced to remain in this position by
a rope binding her wrists behind her, then pulled up high. Her legs were
also held wide apart by a wooden rod tied between her legs. Her inner
thighs had red streaks on them, too, as though she had been hit there.
The marks on her mother's body made Terri tremble as she attempted to
stand to take the strain off her arms and bound wrists.

But what really hit home was that her mother was watching a television
set. On the screen was a girl in a phone booth. Terri, holding her
blouse open and turning around, showing her slight bosom to the public
and the camera.

Terri's mother was crying. Hard. As she watched her daughter's initial
humiliations, she wept in great, wracking sobs. The concrete floor
underneath her head was wet with the tears she had shed so far.

Terri looked down, her feet were still in the knee socks but her shoes
were gone. By standing on tip-toe she could take a little weight off of
her wrists. She also still wore the plaid, pleated skirt and half-open
white blouse.

The two of them were in a huge room, under hot flood lights. The area
outside of those lights was dark, not allowing Terri to see what was
going on out there.

A man's voice spoke, his voice echoing around the large room. The voice
of the man on the phone.

"I see that Terri is now awake. I believe we can now move on to
concluding our business with these ... ladies."

"Let her go! Take me, but let my daughter go!" Terri's mother screamed
out, her voice breaking on the end of the sentence. All hope for her
daughter's safety was evaporating. On the TV set in front of her, her
daughter was holding her skirt up and showing her lightly fuzzed pussy
and ass to the run down neighborhood.

"Ah, but we don't want to let her go. We want her to enjoy our company.
And she wants that, too, don't you, Terri?"

"No, let us g-" Terri's denial was cut off by the pain from the collar
around her throat. An electric shock, like the time she'd touched the
wire fence when on a school field trip to a farm.

"Terri is a slut, aren't you, Terri?" The man's voice purred with evil
intent. "Tell us what a slut you are, Terri."

The pain ceased in Terri's body, but began in her mother's breasts. Her
mother's mouth was hanging open in a scream, but no sound came out. It
was too painful, she had been through too much.

"Tell us you are a little schoolgirl slut, Terri."

"I'm a, ...a little schoolgirl slut." Terri said, hoping her compliance
would end her mother's torment.

"Louder, slut."

"I'm a little schoolgirl slut!" Terri cried out at the top of her lungs.
Her reward was seeing her mother slump, the current in her breasts cut
off, she sagged, supported by the bindings on her wrists, straining her
shoulders by the posture.

"And now, Monica, tell us you deserve to be here. You are a filthy,
cock-sucking, cunt licking, whore."

Terri didn't know why they were saying these things, or making them say
them. They called her mother by name.

"I'm a filthy, cock-sucking, cunt-licking whore." Monica said, her voice
hoarse. Her spirit was nearly broken when it came to her own self.
Anything to keep them from hurting her daughter.

"Louder, whore."

"I am a filthy, cock-sucking, cunt-licking whore!!" Monica screamed the
words. Then dissolved in sobs, the tape of her daughter's phone
instructed degradation was being re-played on the TV.

A man stepped into the light. He was very large. He was bare to the
waist, exposing a powerful chest, strong arms and huge hands. A black
mask obscured his upper face and a beard his lower.

He swung one of those huge hands down and across one of Monica's tits,
like a kitten batting at a ball. The sound of flesh striking flesh made
Terri flinch. The scream her mother made was choked by tears.

The man next walked over to where Terri hung from her wrists. He ran a
hand inside her partially open blouse. Her position made her tiny tits
almost totally flat with her rib cage. He then grabbed the two sides of
the blouse and ripped it open, the remaining buttons flying everywhere.
The man then returned his huge hands to her chest, grasping both of her
nipples, one in each hand. He grinned at her frightened face as he
pinched slowly.

As Terri's face twisted in pain, he started to twist her nipples. Terri
screamed, kicking with her free legs, hoping to push him away. She
managed to connect with his shin, but her sock-clad foot did little
damage, especially as she was on tip toe on the other foot.

The man retaliated by pulling upward, taking Terri's precarious balance
off of her feet, and leaving her dangling by her wrists and his hold on
her nipples.

Terri screamed, loud and long. A howl of agony. Her trapped, twisted
nipples hurt more than anything she could remember.

"Please don't hurt her! I'll do anything! Please!" Terri heard her
mother crying from behind the man through the haze of her pain.

The man suddenly released her nipples, her body swinging free at the end
of the rough rope around her wrists. Her feet sought to ease some of the
strain again, though they trembled with the effort to stay on tiptoe.

"You'll do anything, Monica?" The man was standing over her mother's
bent form, running one of those huge hands over her mother's large buttocks.

Terri watched her mother through tear-filled eyes as Monica nodded her head.

"Then I want to hear you beg me to rape you. Beg me to rape your mouth,
your cunt and your ass. Beg me to have all of my friends rape you."

"Don't do it, mom-" Terri's protest was cut off as the man drove his
fist into her gut, rocking her at the end of the rope like a punching
bag, driving the wind from her lungs, making her feel like she would
throw up.

Terri's mother had seen the man hit her daughter and her face showed the
fear she had for what more the man might do to her.

"Your Momma better do what I say, Terri. Or I'll do it to you, instead."
The man ran one of those giant hands under the short, pleated, plaid
skirt, his long, thick fingers stroking the gasping girl's bare cunt.

"Please! Please rape me. Rape my ... cunt. Rape my m-mouth. Rape my-y
ass. Bring your friends and rape every hole on my body!" Monica said,
her words faltering. She knew this man wanted her total humiliation. Her
only hope was to do what he wanted, to keep him and the others off of
her daughter.

Terri saw the man smile, but he kept rubbing her pussy lips.

"I'm afraid I didn't hear that, filthy whore. Speak up and make it good.
Or..." The man pushed a finger just inside of Terri's virgin pussy.

Monica couldn't see the man's finger, but he did see the look on Terri's
face. Terri was shaking her head, eyes wide in terror.

"Please, sir! Use this filthy, cock-sucking, cunt-licking whore! Rape my
mouth! Rape my cunt! Rape my ass! Bring on all your friends to rape this
whore's every hole!" Terri heard her mother shout these words, knowing
that they will condemn her mother to more abuse and degradation.

The man was still looking at her, his grin very wide, now, with an evil
light burning in his eyes. He took his hand from under her skirt, slowly.

The man turned back to Monica and Terri heard him lowering the zipper on
his pants. He turned to the side as he reached Monica's head, her face
at his crotch level, due to her bent over position. The man reached
inside his pants and pulled out his cock.

Terri had seen cocks in the books and videos Kathi could swipe. This was
the first one she had seen in person and it was huge. Not even fully
stiff it was enormous.

Terri saw her mother shudder at the sight of this man's half-erect cock.
Apparently it was large to her, too.

"Well, whore, here is a cock. What do you want to do with it?" The man
said to her mother.

"Please let me suck it. Please use it in my filthy whore holes." Monica
said. Terri heard her mother, but was sure she was only using these
words to keep him from hurting Terri, not because she wanted this man to
do those things.

The man grasped his huge cock by the base and rubbed the head of it over
Monica's face. Monica swallowed, her mouth dry with fear, but she opened
her mouth as wide as possible.

The bulbous head of the man's cock, now coated with Monica's own tears
went between Terri's mother's lips. Their tormentor grabbed Monica's
long, brunette hair and held her head in place as he pumped his hips
forward, forcing his huge cock into her throat.

"Watch closely, little Terri. I'm fucking mommy's face. Your filthy,
cock sucking whore mommy is being face fucked. Doesn't this look fun?"

Terri turned her head, closing her eyes, trying to block out the sight
of this awful man doing horrid things to her mother. She couldn't block
out the sounds, though, as her mother began to gag from the force of the
man's cock being rammed into her throat.

"You had better watch, Terri. It can only get worse if you don't."

Terri turned to look at the tableaux of horror, seeing a new man had
stepped from the darkness. He was smaller, clean shaven, and carried a
long, thin rod. He wore a half-mask like the first man, but was fully
clothed.

"Whore, you had better tell your slut daughter to watch you suck and
fuck or I'll have to begin using this cane on her." The new man's voice
was higher, accented somewhat.

The big man pulled his cock from Monica's mouth, it was now very large
and rigid. Its size shocked Terri. She couldn't imagine something so
huge in her mother's mouth and throat.

Monica was busy gasping for breath, unable to speak because of the lack
of air and the battering her throat had taken.

The smaller man moved behind Terri. He grabbed the waistband of her
skirt and yanked downwards, hard. The force added to the pressure on
Terri's imprisoned wrists and forcing the skirt's waistband to pull over
her narrow hips. The plaid skirt slid down Terri's long, slender legs to
the floor. This left her body clad only in the ripped-open blouse and
white knee socks.

Terri could partially see the man by craning her neck to look back
behind her. She saw him raise the thin rod, then swing it-

Firey, searing pain sliced across the schoolgirl's tiny buttocks,
causing her to react by drawing up her legs, further hurting her arms
and the wrists wrapped with thin, rough rope. Terri screamed

"Please, stop hurting her!" Monica screamed.

"Whore, I told you what to say," the thin man said. He swung the rod
again, driving Terri into deeper realms of pain as the first stroke was
forming a straight, thin, red welt on her creamy, white ass cheeks. "The
slut will feel the pain till you make her watch you!"

"Please Terri, watch me s-suck cock."

The thin man didn't even pause. He swung the rod again, this time
catching Terri across the back of her thighs. Monica flinched at the
renewed screaming of her only daughter.

"Please, slut, watch this cock-sucking whore. Watch me get raped in my
mouth, in my cunt and in my ass. Watch me!"

The thin man paused at a signal from the big man. Two other men came out
of the darkness. They were masked but naked, otherwise. Their cocks
already hard.

They cut Monica's wrist rope and took off the bar spreading her legs,
then one of the two naked men lay on his back on the floor. His hard
cock stood straight up in the air.

"Fuck your whore cunt down on top of his prick." The big man directed at
Monica.

Terri was sobbing, no longer able to hold her body weight up on tip toe.
The thin man held her hair, forcing her face toward where her mother
being held by the others over the man on the floor. She felt the thin
man's free hand caressing the two welts on her ass, cupping her tiny ass
cheeks and rubbing the soreness of the welts into her bottom.

Monica straddled the man and bent at the knees, lowering her cunt over
his prick. Her pussy was dry, and as his hard shaft began to spear her
labia she grimaced with renewed pain. Terri was forced to watch her
mother accept the painful penetration of her pudendum by this stranger's
hard cock.

As she sank down onto the cock the other naked man got behind her. His
cock was thinner. He began jabbing it at her asshole, even when only
half of his partner's thicker cock was in her cunt.

Monica felt the second blossom of pain from behind and opened her mouth
to cry out with the pain, only to have her cries muffled by the huge
man's still hard cock jamming into her mouth again.

Terri watched her mother being triply violated a cock in every orifice.
She watched as the men pushed and pulled her body, thrusting into her
with a savage urgency. The pistoning shafts were hurting her mother, and
the men were enjoying watching her humiliation and pain.

The thin man left off from caressing Terri's ass to begin assaulting her
almost flat chest. His fingers wrapped around her nipple and began to
pinch first one, then the other. Terri grimace, then moaned as the pain
of his pinching grew worse. Tears dripped onto his fingers as he twisted
her tender, pale pink nubbins as though they were stubborn bottle caps.

"Please, ah! Please stop!" Terri pleaded with the small man tormenting
her. She felt his warm breath tickling her ear from behind as he
chuckled, twisting harder. Terri felt a bulge in his pants rubbing
against the welts on her small, bare ass.

Through her tears she continued to watch her mother being raped in every
hole. Monica was lost in her own universe of pain, unable to spare even
a moment to glance at her daughter's torment. The three men had
coordinated their thrusts. The man using her ass pushed forward at the
same time as the man in her mouth while the man beneath her was
thrusting up into her pussy rapidly. Terri could see his hands mauling
and pinching her mother's large breasts and nipples.

Terri felt the pressure on her nipples decrease and she relaxed, only to
feel renewed fear as the small man lifted one of her legs at the knee,
thrusting his free hand between her thighs and rubbing her pussy.
Terri's full weight was on her wrists. Trying to kick backwards with her
free leg missed totally and left her swinging on the bindings, bringing
more pain to her wrists.

The man's fingers continued to feel her virgin pussy, rubbing and
pinching at the lips. To her shame, Terri felt her little pussy
lubricating from the force of the assault.

"Hey, the little cunt's getting wet watching you men rape her mommy!"
The thin man teased.

The three men grinned, their hips thrusting harder and harder against
Monica's holes. The impacts drove what little air she could suck in
through her nostrils out of her in gasps.

"Yeah, and the bitch is getting off on it, too, listen to her!" The
leader called, slamming harder into Monica's tear streaked face.

Terri jerked in her bondage as the thin man's fingers found her small
clit and began to squeeze it. "Your mommy is a whore, isn't she, little
slut? Why don't you beg the men to rape her harder?" The man squeezed
harder on her clit, sending pain shooting throughout Terri's young body.

Terri shook her head, causing the thin man to start pinching at her clit
in earnest. Terri shrieked in pain, but he wouldn't let go.

"SAY IT!"

"NO!"

The thin man's fingernails dug in, now. Terri couldn't catch her breath
to scream again for all the pain.

The thin man backed off, hissing. "Do it, or I'll pinch the thing right
off, little cunt!"

He waited a few moments for Terri to regain her breath.

"Please, ra ... rape my mommy harder. She's a who ... whore!"

That sent the three men over the edge as they strained to comply with
Terri's forced plea. The man in Monica's mouth pulled her head down hard
on his cock, impaling her totally as his cum shot down her throat. The
men in her ass and cunt slammed deep, too, their voices rising in groans
of animal release.

The thin man honored his bargain not to resume pinching Terri's clit. As
the men groaned and ground their hips into Monica, he even lowered
Terri's weight to the floor, taking the strain off her wrists.

The men pulled their cocks from Monica, the man in her mouth first,
allowing her to take great, choking gulps of air at last. She collapsed
atop the man under her who slapped her, trying to roll her off. The man
in her ass next withdrew, cum and a bit of blood seeping from her
ravaged ass. As the man who had been in her cunt rolled her off, his
cock came free of her pussy, a great glob of his thick, white semen
seeping from her pussy.

The three men all refreshed themselves with cold drinks while the thin
man let Terri's arms down some more, now down to her chest level. The
rope suddenly went totally slack. Terri looked about, dazed, wondering
if the nightmare was finally over and she and her mother would be released.

Such was not the case, she realized too late as the thin man came around
and punched her in the stomach, doubling her over and sending her to her
knees. He then grabbed her hair and dragged her bodily across the cement
floor of the room to where her mother lay in shock, her legs widely
spread, no thoughts of resistance left to her.

"Doesn't your mommy's pussy look tasty, Terri? Wouldn't you love to
stick your face in there and eat all that cum?"

Terri felt her head pushed forward, and suddenly her mouth was over her
mother's pussy! Her lips were being smeared with the cum of her mother's
rapist!

"Hold her while I get ready for my turn!"

More hands grabbed her, keeping her face pressed into her mother's cunt,
rubbing it back and forth. Monica reacted to this by groaning in pain,
lost in her own world, unable to do anything to help her daughter.

The thin man had undressed during this. What Terri could not see was
that his cock was an oddity of nature. While the other men were
proportional, this man was easily as big as them between his legs. He
had also tied a dildo around his waist, directly above his own cock.
Now, two large prongs hovered in front of him as he knelt behind the
frightened, confused little girl.

"Lick your mommy's pussy, little girl, get a good mouthful of cum!" The
thin man said, taking up a position. His cock hovered near her virgin
pussy, the dildo near her equally innocent asshole.

"Now I'm going to show you how your mommy feels!" He thrust forward,
spearing her two holes. Terri's mouth opened to scream with the pain,
but it was muffled as her mouth was shoved hard against her mother's
pussy, still oozing cum from her recent rape.

"Rape that little cunt and ass! Make her eat mommy's spunk filled twat!
Give the slut both barrels!" The other men called out to the thin man as
he began to ram the two poles in and out of Terri's body.

Terri's hips bucked and twisted, trying to escape the violation, but the
man was as agile as she and easily kept up with her, pulling his hips
hard into hers over and over, cramming both lengths to the hilt inside
of her.

"Lick mommy's whore cunt, baby. Yeah, scream with the pleasure of being
made a woman!"

The men continued to rub her face against her mother's crotch, the semen
forced into her mouth and assaulting her tongue with the salty burn.
Over and over the force of the thin man's hips hammering into hers
rammed her forward.

As brutal as the assault was, it was mercifully brief. Excited by the
previous activities and the fact that he was raping a little girl, the
man soon came, pulling out and shooting his cum on Terri's quivering ass
cheeks.

Terri was let go and she slumped to the floor, her cum smeared face on
her mother's belly.


Terri and her mother were dumped on the street in the early morning
hours a block from their home. Neither one remembered how they got in to
it, but they did. One of them must have called 911 for an ambulance and
police cars were soon there, taking both women to the emergency room for
treatment.

At first, they wanted to press charges. The cops taking photo evidence
and physical samples. None of the semen of the four men was found on
their bodies, though. They had been thoroughly, if roughly, douched with
a garden hose.

Unable to tell where the rapes had taken place, there was no way to
locate any other physical evidence. By the time the police located the
bar Terri had run to from the phone booth, bulldozer's had already
knocked it's walls in. It had been a condemned property for months.

They withdrew the charges after that. They did because of a video tape
left on their doorstep. When they viewed it, it showed a very edited
version of the whole event. Terri exposing herself in the phone booth.
The things they had been made to say about one another were the only
time their voices appeared on the tape. And Terri laying face down,
covered with cum on her mother's belly was the final shot on the film.

The tape had been accompanied by a note. It read "Call off the cops or
this tape will be given to all your neighbors, no matter where you live
for the rest of your lives."
 

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