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EXTRA WARNING AND DISCLAIMER; THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION ABOUT THE SEXUAL
TORTURE AND RAPE OF A WOMAN AND HER EIGHT YEAR OLD SON BY A PSYCHOTIC SEXUAL
PREDATOR.  IT INCLUDES BOTH HETEROSEXUAL AND HOMOSEXUAL RAPE, AND THE
SEDUCTION OF THE BOY INTO THE 'DARK SIDE' OF SEXUALITY.  THE AUTHOR DOES NOT
SUPPORT OR CONDONE THE ACTIVITIES WRITTEN ABOUT IN THIS STORY.

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it.

Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author.  This story may be freely
distributed with this notice attached.  The author may be contacted
at normdeploom@yahoo.com.

Wanda's Torment
By
Norm DePloom
Normdeploom@yahoo.com

Wanda walked across the pavement to her car with sharp angry steps.  How
dare he tell me that, she thought, when I'm done suing Mr. Roberts I'll sue
that little kike shyster for malpractice.  Wanda had just been informed that
she did not have enough evidence to sue her former employer for sexual
harassment.  I'll sue him then I'll cut his balls off and stuff them down
his throat she said to herself as she got into her car and slammed the door
shut.

Fucking bastard feels me up then fires me when I won't give him a blowjob
and this fucking idiot tells me I can't sue him.  Wanda started the engine
and squealed her tires as she drove out of the parking lot onto the street
barely missing another car.  Once in traffic Wanda began to calm down and
drive more sanely.  I don't want to leave my son an orphan, she told
herself.  She fumed over the injustice of the world all the way home.
Abandoned by her boyfriend nine years ago while pregnant and left to raise
her son all by herself.  What was it about her, she wondered, that made
every male she worked for think she would get on her knees and suck his cock
just to keep her job.

In a way Wanda had always been glad her son's father had abandoned them.  He
had been a good lover, but Wanda welcomed the opportunity to raise her son
to be a considerate gentleman.  Wanda had done her best to make sure that he
did not come under the influence of what she considered to be unacceptable
males.

As Wanda pulled into the driveway she noticed something hanging on the door
to her apartment.  When she got out of the car and walked up to the door she
realized that it was the shirt her son had worn to school that morning.
With trembling hands Wanda pulled off the note that was pinned to the shirt.
The piece of white paper contained only an address.

Wanda ran to her car and drove off frantically trying to think of a reason
why anyone would take her son.  She had no money to pay a ransom.  Her
ex-employer was apparently safe from her suit.  As best as she could
determine she did not have anything anyone would want.

When Wanda pulled up in front of the house she could see another piece of
clothing hanging on the doorknob.  Wanda ran up the walk to find her son's
jeans on the front door.  Oh god, Wanda thought as she opened the door with
growing panic.

Wanda could see one of her son's socks at the end of the entrance hall.
>From there she could see his jockey shorts on the floor in a pool of light
spilling from an open door at the end of another hallway leading off to the
left.  Wanda dashed down the hall and, when she got to the end turned to the
right and looked into the room.  There was her son naked and gagged, tied
spread eagle in an upright position between large wood poles.  Wanda
screamed her son's name and ran into the room intent on rescuing him.

Without warning Wanda was hit from the side and slammed into the wall.  Her
breath was knocked out and she sank to the floor.  Wanda's head spun and she
sucked air trying to catch her breath.  When her head quit spinning and her
eyes focused Wanda saw her ex-boss the disgusting Mr. Roberts standing
beside her bound and gagged son.  Mr. Roberts looked at Wanda as he drug the
point of a large and very wicked looking knife up and down her son's naked
chest and stomach.  Wanda could see the terror in her son's eyes, and the
tears streaming down his cheeks.

"If you hurt my son I will kill you." Wanda snarled at her son's tormentor.
Mr. Roberts laughed at her threat as he gently bounced the boy's genitals up
and down on the flat side of the large knife.

"Oh my dear Wanda," He said still chuckling, "make all the threats you want
to.  I don't think you are in a position to carry them out." Mr. Roberts
paused to smile at Wanda, "Now we are going to play a little game."

"Please let my son go.  I'll do whatever you want, just let him go and don't
hurt him."  Wanda begged on her knees.

"Well Wanda honey if you had gotten in that position when I first asked you
to none of this would be happening know." Mr. Roberts pulled the knife away
from her son's genitals and let it dangle from his fingers.  "So, you want
to sue me for sexual harassment?  Well tonight you are going to learn what
real sexual harassment is all about."  Mr. Roberts stepped behind Wanda's
son and held his knife to the boy's throat.  Then he slipped his other hand
between the boy's legs and gently squeezed and massaged his genitals.

"Here's how the game is going to work, I tell you to do something and you do
it or I start cutting pieces off your son until you do."  Mr. Roberts
squeezed the boy's balls, and Wanda watched helplessly as her son winced in
pain. "The rules are very simple, do you understand them?"  Wanda stared at
the sight in front of her.  Her mind was numb with terror.  She opened her
mouth to speak but nothing came out.  Mr. Roberts tightened the knife
against her son's throat and squeezed the boy's balls even harder. "You
better answer or I start cutting."

"Yes, god damn it, yes I understand." She finally blurted out.

"Unbutton your blouse."  Mr. Roberts ordered.

"What?" Wanda's mind was blank, she couldn't make since of what he had said.
Mr. Roberts moved the knife down and pulled the tip across her son's chest
pushing just hard enough to leave a thin line of fresh blood.  Wanda's son
struggled against his bonds trying to get away from the knife.

"No." Wanda screamed and began frantically unbuttoning her blouse with
trembling hands.  As she did so she noticed that the pervert was still
playing with her son's genitals.  With her blouse unbuttoned Wanda waited
with her arms at her sides for his next order.

"Take it off."  Wanda removed her blouse and stood in front of her terrified
son in a skirt and bra.  "Now take off your bra and show your son what
pretty titties his mother has."  Wanda reached back and unhooked her bra
with trembling hands then let it slip to the floor exposing her large firm
breasts.

"Play with them, bounce them up and down, pinch your nipples, you know what
to do, just act real slutty with them."  Wanda followed her tormentor's
orders bouncing her breasts in her hands and pinching her nipples.  "Can you
suck on your own nipples?"  Wanda used both hands to pull one of her breasts
up to her mouth and sucked on her own nipple for the pleasure of her
perverted ex-boss.

Mr. Roberts continued to rub the boy's now hard cock and spoke softly in his
ear.  "Doesn't your mom have pretty tits?"  Despite his terror the bound boy
nodded his head in affirmation.  "OK slut take off your slacks."  Wanda
stopped sucking on her nipple and pulled her pants down her long legs with
trembling hands and stepped out of them.  She stood in front of her son
wearing only thin white panties, Mr. Roberts and her son could see the thick
dark patch of pubic hair showing through the thin white material.

"You can leave your panties on for awhile."  Wanda allowed a look of relieve
to cross her face.  "Now get down on your knees."  Wanda lowered herself to
her knees.  "Come over her on your knees and suck your son's hard little
cock."  Wanda did not move.  Mr. Roberts stopped stroking the eight-year-old
boys cock and slipped the sharp edge of his knife under it.  "Suck him off
or I cut it off." Mr. Roberts chuckled at his own joke.

"No.  Oh my God no." Wanda pleaded.  She looked into her son's eyes and saw
his terror as she walked across the floor on her knees.  Her son was
suspended high enough between the poles that she could take his cock into
her mouth without leaning over.  Mr. Roberts squatted beside her and drug
the cold sharp point of his knife over her bare back while getting a close
up view of the boy's four inch long hard cock slipping in and out of his
mother's mouth..

"Reach between his legs and get a little finger action going in his ass."
Mr. Roberts ordered.  Wanda hesitated.  Mr. Roberts grabbed her by the hair
and spoke into her ear.  "Either your finger or this knife is going in your
son's ass."  Wanda reached between her son's spread legs and started pushing
the tip of her finger into her son's tight asshole.  When Wanda felt her son
try to pull away from her invading finger she wanted to tell him how sorry
she was for her long nails.  Mr. Roberts moved around behind her and
squatted up against her back.  She could feel his hard cock inside his pants
rubbing against her.  Mr. Roberts reached around her and began to squeeze
her breasts with both hands.  As he did so he continued to talk to her with
his mouth beside her ear.

"Look bitch I'm tired of your bad attitude here.  That's twice you hesitated
and did not follow my order until I threatened your son.  The next time you
don't obey immediately I will cut something off your son and force you to
eat it."  He pinched her nipples until she whimpered around the cock in her
mouth.  "Do we understand each other?"  Wanda nodded her head 'yes' without
letting her son's cock escape from her lips.

Mr. Roberts reached down between Wanda's thighs and began to rub back and
forth over her cunt through the thin material at the crotch of her panties.
"If you had just sucked my cock like a good little slut when I told you to
none of this would be happening.  You would be home know eating dinner with
your child instead of sucking his cock."  Mr. Roberts pulled the crotch of
her panties to one side and ran his finger up and down her bare pussy lips.
Wanda's entire body shook with humiliation and impotent rage.  Mr. Roberts
stood up and removed his trousers and boxer shorts revealing thick nine-inch
cock.  He pulled a chair over beside the hanging boy and sat in it.

"Now suck me, slut." He ordered.  Wanda let her son's hard cock slip out of
her mouth and pulled her finger from his tight asshole then moved over to
where Mr. Roberts sat waiting.  Wanda's eyes seemed to grow to the size of
saucers and her jaw went slack at the sight of his huge cock.  She had never
seen one this large and she feared what damage it would do to her.  Just as
she was about to lower her mouth over the huge cockhead, Mr. Roberts grabbed
a handful of hair and twisted her head so he could look directly into her
eyes.

"Don't get any bright ideas, bitch.  If you hurt me your son will take a
long time to die, and you will watch every minute of it."  Wanda looked into
Mr. Roberts' cold eyes and new with terrifying certainty that he was telling
the truth.  When she nodded her understanding Mr. Roberts released her hair.
As Wanda's lips stretched over his huge cockhead Mr. Roberts put his hand on
the back of her head and pushed her mouth down onto his cock until she
started choking.

Bobbing her head up and down on her tormentor's huge hard cock, Wanda
seriously thought about biting it off and spitting it in his face.  She
would have except for her absolute belief that her son would have suffered a
long slow death if she did.  Mr. Roberts placed a hand on each side of
Wanda's head and controlled the depth and tempo of her mouth moving up and
down his cock while Wanda held on to its base with both hands.

As his excitement built Mr. Roberts stood up and, pushing Wanda's head back,
began to fuck his long thick cock down into her throat.  Ignoring her
choking and gagging Mr. Roberts thrust his hard tool fully into her mouth
while he watched her neck bulge each time his cock forced it's way into her
throat.  As he fucked brutally in and out of her gapping mouth Mr. Roberts
looked over at her son and smiled at the boy's attempts to pull his arms and
legs free of their bindings.

Wanda finally relaxed her throat and allowed the fucking cock to slip in and
out without gagging.  Mr. Roberts leaned over and stroked the boy's hard
cock while his own continued to fuck the boy's mother's abused throat.  The
boy continued to struggle and pull at his bindings until he suddenly stopped
and, getting a strange surprised look on his face, felt his body jerk
rhythmically a few times, then relax and hang limply between the posts.

Mr. Roberts smiled as he continued to rape Wanda's mouth.  While her son was
too young to produce sperm, he had obviously just had a very satisfying dry
orgasm.  Turned on even more by seeing the boy cum Mr. Roberts grabbed Wanda
with a hand under each armpit and began to slam his cock brutally into her
mouth.  Wanda felt like her neck was going to break every time he slammed
his body into her face.  She could taste blood from her noes, which had
begun to bleed after being pounded into her attacker's pubic bone time after
time.

Finally he forced his cock down Wanda's throat one more time and held it
there while he shot spurt after spurt of his hot cum into her.  Wanda's face
turned red and her arms began to flail trying to push his large cock out of
her throat in an attempt to breath.  Wanda's body went limp as she passed
out from lack of oxygen, then Mr. Roberts finally pulled his spent rod from
her mouth and let her breath.

Mr. Roberts let Wanda's limp body slump to the floor then picked up her
blouse to clean the blood and snot off his cock.  After resting for a few
minutes Mr. Roberts stood up and stepped over to where the terrified boy
hung between the poles.  The boy tried to pull away as Mr. Roberts once
again fondled his genitals.

When Wanda regained consciousness she saw Mr. Roberts standing in front of
her son with his back to her.  She couldn't see what he was doing but her
son was sobbing and trying to pull away.  Wanda pushed herself to her feet
then grabbed the chair Mr. Roberts had been sitting in.  Wanda charged
forward intending to swing the chair over her head and knock out her
tormentor.

The chair was too heavy and Wanda could not get enough strength behind her
swing.  As she stumbled, Mr. Roberts, with psychic like timing, stepped
aside and allowed Wanda and the chair to smash into the helpless boy hanging
between the poles.  Then he turned and landed a blow to Wanda's mid section
causing her to collapse to the floor below her son.  Where she laid as sobs
began to rack her almost nude body.

Mr. Roberts looked down at Wanda sobbing on the floor.  He grinned at the
terrified boy, then with studied precision pulled his foot back and landed a
kick just below her ribs.  Then he walked across the room and pulled a heavy
wood table in front of the boy.  Mr. Roberts reached down and, grabbing a
handful of hair pulled Wanda to her feet.

"Stand up bitch."  He growled.  Wanda reached up and grabbed his wrist with
both hands to keep from having her hair pulled out as she struggled to get
her feet under her.  Wanda's tormentor pushed her up against the table
facing her son.

"Take your panties off, bitch.  I know you've been wanting to show off that
dirty hole of yours."  Wanda pushed her panties down her legs then stepped
out of them.  Standing naked in front of her son Wanda automatically moved
her hands to hide her pubic area from her son's view.  She received a slap
across the face that almost knocked her down.  "I did not tell you to cover
your cunt, cunt.  Now sit on the table."  Wanda reached back and pulled her
self up onto the edge of the table.

"Now spread your legs and show your son that dirty little hole your so proud
of."  As Wanda followed his orders she could feel the heat in her face.
Despite the pain and terror she felt embarrassed exposing her self to her
son.  Wanda's entire body began to tremble and tears ran down her bruised
face.

"Let's give him a little sex education."  Mr. Roberts said pushing Wanda's
thighs further apart, then retrieving the knife from the wood post.  "I'll
point out a piece of your anatomy and you tell your son what it's called and
what it's used for."  Mr. Roberts pushed the sharp knifepoint against
Wanda's clitoris.

"Th...th...that is my clit...clitoris." Wanda began with a shaky voice.
Wanda watched the kifepoint with horror, it took all her will power to hold
still.

"What is it used for?" Mr. Roberts asked her.  Wanda looked around in
confusion for a moment then seemed to focus.

"It causes sexual excitement when it is touched." Mr. Roberts dug the
knifepoint into her tender clitoris.

"Does this cause sexual excitement?"  Wanda winced in pain.

"No."

"Next?" Mr. Roberts prompted moving the knifepoint.

"That is my urethra, that's where the urine comes out when I go to the
bathroom." Mr. Roberts used the point of his knife to pull one of her cunt
lips to the side and hold it.

"That is the labia. They cov..." Mr. Roberts dug the knifepoint into the
fleshy fold of her cunt.

"What else are they called?" Mr. Roberts interrupted.

"Cu...cunt lips.  They cover the opening to my vagina...ah...my cunt."

"What goes in your dirty little cunt?" Mr. Roberts asked while he gently
pushed the point of his knife into the opening of her cunt..

"A man's penis."  She answered, then whispered, "Oh god, please don't cut
me."  As her thighs trembled from the effort to keep them open against the
automatic reaction to protect herself.

"His what?"

"His...his cock."

"And how many cocks have fucked this hole of yours?"  Mr. Roberts asked
viciously.  Wanda noticed that despite the fear and pain her son was staring
at her crotch with rapt attention.

"I don't know."

"God, your mother is a slut, kid." Mr. Roberts turned and addressed the boy.
"She doesn't even know how many men have fucked her.  Take a minute and
figure it out then let us know."  Wanda sat, and watched as Mr. Roberts
moved the point of the knife around the entrance to her pussy and tried to
remember how many men she had sex with.

"Five."  She finally answered.  Mr. Roberts laughed loudly.

"Your slut mother wants us to believe that only five men have fucked this
worn out hole of hers."  Mr. Roberts looked at Wanda.  "Name them, and tell
us how old you were and how many times they fucked you."

"Dave was the first one.  I was seventeen and we made love only..."

"FUCKED.  YOU FUCKED.  YOU ARE A SLUT.  SLUTS DON'T MAKE LOVE THEY ONLY
FUCK."  Mr. Roberts yelled at her with undisguised rage.

"We only fucked two or three times.  I didn't fuck anyone again until I was
nineteen.  Then Bill fucked me.  I don't know how many times.  We fucked
five or six times a week for several months.  Then there was my son's
father.  We fucked almost every day for two years.  After my son was born I
didn't fuck again for two or three years then there was Jim.  Jim and I only
fucked three or four times.  The only other one was Howard, he only fucked
me once."  Wanda's voice trailed off.

"Let's continue your son's sex education." Mr. Roberts said moving the tip
of his knife from Wanda's cunt to her asshole

"That is my anus."  Wanda informed her son.

"How many of those men fucked you up the ass?"  Mr. Roberts asked pushing
gently on the knifepoint.

"None"

"You mean a slut like you is still a virgin in the ass?"

"Yes."

"Well aren't you the lucky boy." Mr. Roberts spoke to Wanda's terrified yet
fascinated son.  "You get to watch me fuck your mom's virgin asshole."  All
through the young boy's life his mother had held ultimate power and
authority.  Now this man was ordering her around and forcing her to do
whatever he wanted.  The boy was fascinated with this power.  Mr. Roberts
allowed the knifepoint to roam over Wanda's ass and cunt for a few more
minutes while he and Wanda's son watched her growing terror.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck your asshole yet."  He assured Wanda.
"Now lay down" Wanda laid on the table with her head away from her son.  Mr.
Roberts positioned her so her butt was on the very edge of the table.  Her
legs were pulled up and to the side and anchored with ropes holding Wanda's
pussy completely open in front of her son.

"Now," Mr. Roberts leaned against the table and drew lazy spirals around
Wanda's breast with the point of his knife while he talked. "Since you are
obviously a frigid bitch who can't keep a man satisfied you must have finger
fucked yourself a lot." Wanda's stomach muscles twitched and tried to pull
away from the knifepoint as it moved from her breasts back down to her
crotch.  Mr. Roberts moved the point back down into her cunt then back up
across her stomach to her breasts again.

"I want you to finger fuck yourself, and put on a good show for your son.
If you don't really get wet and have a good orgasm I will cut his cock off
and fuck you with it."  He let the point of his knife dig into her tender
nipple. "Do you understand?"

"Yes."  Mr. Roberts loved the look of fear and panic he saw in Wanda's eyes,
and his cock hardened.

"Get going." He said as he continued to drag the tip of his knife over her
breasts and stomach.  Wanda reached down between her legs with both hands.
Oh my god, she thought, how am I supposed to get wet with this maniac
threatening my son and me?  As Wanda ran her finger in gentle circles around
her clitoris she closed her eyes and tried to imagine the finger belonged to
her son's father.

Even though he had abandoned her as soon as she was pregnant her son's
father was still the sexiest man she had ever met.  He had always known just
where and how to touch her to light the fires of her deepest desire.  With
her eyes tightly closed Wanda worked to blank out her surroundings and take
her self back to the days and nights when her passion had flared for that
one special man.  The scratching of the knifepoint stopped and Wanda kept
her eyes closed and concentrated on what it used to feel like to be made
love to.

It was working.  Wanda could feel her cunt begin to moisten.  She began to
work her clitoris with one hand and with her other hand fucked two fingers
in and out of her now wet cunt.  After several minutes of fingering herself
Wanda opened her eyes and froze.  Laying on the table with two fingers on
her clitoris and two fingers half way into her cunt Wanda watched as Mr.
Roberts, on his knees sucked on her son's cock.

She could see his arm wrapped around her son's hip moving as he worked a
finger in and out of her son's asshole.  Her son stared at her with a look
of wide-eyed terror as he struggled against his bonds trying to get away
from his tormentor.  It seemed that time was frozen as Wanda watched this
monster molesting her son.  Then Mr. Roberts released the boys cock from his
mouth and pulled his finger from the boy's asshole and stood up.

Without a word of explanation or warning he grabbed Wanda's hands and tied
them to the table legs above her head.  He walked to the other end of the
table and pulled on her hips to make sure her exposed crotch was hanging
over the edge of the table.  Then he tightened the ropes holding her legs up
and to the side making her pussy and virgin asshole available to his
perverted desires.

Mr. Roberts walked back around to the side of the table.  He grasped her
nearest breast with both hands and squeezed as hard as he could.  Wanda's
face screwed up in pain but she was determined not to cry out.  Mr. Roberts
bent over and, using the molars on the side of his mouth bit on her nipple
until she finally screamed in pain.  After two good screams Mr. Roberts
released her abused nipple and stood up.

"Just wanted to make sure you were awake for this next little exercise." He
continued to knead her breasts, one in each hand, like he was making bread.
"I'm going to fuck you by remote control."  While Wanda wondered what he
meant by that, Mr. Roberts pushed the table closer to where her son hung
between the poles.  As the table moved closer to her son Wanda realized that
her pussy was positioned so her sons cock would slip into her.

She watched as the table moved closer to her son, then she felt the first
touch of his cockhead on her cunt lips.  When Mr. Roberts was satisfied with
the positioning of the table he left Wanda with her son's cockhead just
inside her and stripped off his shirt then stroked his own cock into full
erection and squirted lubricant on it.

"Here's how remote control fucking works."  Mr. Roberts explained as he
rubbed the lubricant into his glistening cock.  "Your son's cock is in that
filthy gapping hole you're so proud of, and my cock is going to be in his
nice tight virgin asshole.  Every time I thrust into him he will thrust into
you."  Wanda's face reflected the horror she felt.  Horror at the idea of
what was about to happen and horror at the cold matter of fact way this
monster told her of his plans.

"You god damn perverted monster.  How can you do that to him?"  Wanda spoke
in a whisper.  "He's not the one that turned you down or tried to sue you."
She pulled at the ropes holding her hand over her head trying to move her
cunt away from her son's hard cock.  Mr. Roberts quit stroking his
glistening cock and picked up his knife.  He held it an inch in front of her
eyes.

"I can force him to fuck you with this up his ass if you object to my cock
being there.  It's up to you bitch." Wanda stopped pulling on the ropes and
laid still. "Well witch one is it?  You have to choose.  Do you want this
knife or my cock up your son's ass?"  Tears were streaming down Wanda's
cheeks.

"Your cock." She whispered.  Mr. Roberts leaned over so he could speak
directly into her ear.

"Good choice."  He whispered then stood up and spoke to Wanda's son.  "This
evil slut wants to watch me rape your ass son."  He started to step away
then turned back to the sobbing woman tied to the table.  "Would you like me
to remove his gag so you can hear his screams?"  Wanda sobbed even harder
and shook her head 'no'.  "What, not into having some fun right know?"

Mr. Roberts stepped to the end of the table and made sure that the head of
Wanda's son's hard cock was pushing into her cunt.  Then he stepped around
behind the boy hanging between the poles.  He reached around the boy with a
hand on each side and pulled Wanda's cunt open then pushed on the boy's butt
to seat his cock fully into her.

Leaning up against the boy's back to hold him in place Mr. Roberts reached
down and pulled the boy's butt cheeks apart to expose the crinkled entrance
to his tight virgin asshole.  Wanda watched in impotent horror as her son
fought against his restraints trying to pull away from the invading cock
about to be forced into his asshole.  Her son's cock moved inside Wanda's
pussy as he struggled against the attacker.  Even with the gag in place
Wanda could here her son's soul wrenching screams.

Finally Mr. Roberts got his large hard rod completely inside the boy's
abused rear hole.  He held it there while he reached around and insured that
the boy's cock was still firmly planted Wanda's cunt.  Then, still reaching
around on each side of the hanging boy Mr. Roberts held onto Wanda's thighs
trapping her son between them and began to fuck his cock in and out of the
boy's ass.  Each inward forced the boys cock deeper into his mother's cunt

Wanda's body trembled and spasmed, not with lust and orgasmic joy but with
sobs of anger and terror as she felt her son's body being pushed against
hers, and his cock being forced in and out of her open cunt.  It seemed to
last for an eternity.  Mr. Roberts fucked harder and harder into her son's
ass banging her son's body harder and harder against her crotch and his cock
harder and harder into her cunt.

At last, Mr. Roberts forced his cock into her son's ass and held it there
while he tilted his head back and bellowed like a bull, pumping his cum into
the abused hole.  Then he pulled his cock out and walked around to where
Wanda laid sobbing, tied to the table.  He climbed onto the table then
leaned over and began to rub his blood and cum covered cock over her breasts
and nipples.

"Oh God" Wanda begged through her body wrenching sobs, "No more. Please let
us go.  Please let my son go.  Keep me, do whatever you want to me, but
don't hurt my son any more."  The only effect her begging seemed to have on
Mr. Roberts was to make his softening cock hard again. He leaned over her
with his swelling blood covered cock in her face.

"I can't let you go yet.  I have to do a little comparison fucking.  I'm
going to fuck you up the ass and see how that compares to your son."  Wanda
turned her head to the side trying not to look at her son's blood on Mr.
Roberts' hard cock.  Mr. Roberts rubbed it over her lips and nose then
climbed down from the table.  He pulled the table away from where her son
was hanging limply between the poles and turned the table giving him access
to her ass and cunt.  Mr. Roberts forced two fingers roughly into her pussy.

"Did you enjoy our little remote control 'mommy fuck'?  Did it turn you on
to have your son's hard little cock in your dirty little hole?"  He asked.
Wanda continued to sob.  Mr. Roberts grabbed her clitoris between his
forefinger and thumb then dug his thumbnail into it until it felt like he
was going to pinch it off.  Wanda screamed.  "I asked you a question, bitch.
A dumb whore like you doesn't think she can get away without answering do
you?"

"No." Wanda sobbed.

"No, you don't think you can get away without answering or no, you didn't
enjoy our little remote control 'mommy fuck'?"  He asked forcing a finger
into her dry ass.

"No I didn't enjoy the God damn 'mommy fuck'." Fran screamed as her body
tightened trying to force the invader out of her ass.  Mr. Roberts pushed
his finger harder into her dry ass.

"I would really love to rape your asshole completely dry with no
lubrication, but I wont.  It would be too uncomfortable for me."  He threw
his entire weight behind his finger and forced it completely into her dry
aching hole.  "I have a tough decision to make.  Should I fuck your filthy
worn out cunt hole first or your ass?"  He looked up at Wanda with raised
questioning eyebrows.  "I think this is definitely a case where we should
let the woman make the decision."  He paused with fingers in both her cunt
and her ass waiting for an answer.  "You better let me fast or I'll just
fuck your son's asshole again."

"My cunt."  She managed to say between sobs.  Mr. Roberts' smiled as he
pulled the finger out of her dry ass and them jammed it back in again.

"What, is our little slut saving her virgin asshole for Mr. Right?"  Mr.
Roberts sneered as he forced a second finger into her.  "Well slut, before
I'm done with you my fist is going to be Mr. Right."  Mr. Roberts wiggled
his fingers in her pussy.  "Looks like my little play toy can't keep her
precious cunt wet for me.  Is that why you can't get a man to fuck you?"  He
pulled his fingers out of her pussy and her ass. Then retrieved a plastic
bottle from a small table setting against the wall.

Wanda had been too busy up until know to notice the equipment set out on
this table.  She did not like what she saw.  Mr. Roberts returned with a
plastic bottle of what was obviously a commercially available sex lubricant.
The label had been removed and replaced with one that read "Rape Juice" in
large red letters.

"Squirt your holes full of this and we'll be able to fuck you with a
watermelon."  Mr. Roberts inserted the nozzle into Wanda's dry cunt and
squeezed the bottle.  Wanda could feel her pussy being filled with the cold
gel.  She felt it overflow covering her labia and clitoris and begin to run
down toward her ass before Mr. Roberts stopped squeezing.  Mr. Roberts
positioned the head of his large hard cock at the now well-lubricated
entrance to Wanda's cunt.  He looked at her helpless body tied to the table.

"I don't care how many times you've been fucked in the past.  I don't care
how tenderly your great lovers have made loooooooove to you.  I can
guarantee that you have never been fucked like I'm about to fuck you."  Then
he turned and looked at her son still hanging between the poles.  "Pay
attention kid and learn how to properly fuck this bitch who claims to be
your mother."

Mr. Roberts leaned forward then plunged his cock into his helpless victim.
Wanda cried out in agony and pulled against the ropes holding her to the
table as the huge rod plunged into her.  Despite the lubricant it felt like
she was being ripped apart.  As the invading cock reached it's maximum
penetration a sharp searing pain shot through her body, causing Wanda to
scream "Oh God no."

"YESSSSSS. OH GOD YESSSSS" Mr. Roberts shouted.  "God I love fucking slutty
little bitches like you."  Mr. Roberts pulled his cock out and slammed it
back into Wanda's struggling body.  "Especially when their pansy ass fagotty
sons are watching."  Mr. Roberts pulled his cock out once again and slammed
it back into her with such force that the whole table moved about six
inches.  Then he held it inside her while he reached up and slapped each of
her breasts twice.  First he slapped the right one hard with the front of
his hand then with the back of his hand.  He repeated the process on her
left breast.  Wanda cried out and her body jerked with each slap.

"Hay bitch you better start moving our ass and making me feel like you
really want this fucking."  Wanda had stopped pulling against the ropes and
was laying limply on the table with her eyes shut. "Open your eyes bitch, I
want my sluts to look at me while I'm honoring them with my cock in their
filthy worn out holes."  Wanda opened her eyes and looked at her attacker.
"Now do your slutty whorish best to make me feel like your enjoying this
fuck or I'll finish it in your son."

Wanda 'pasted' a grin on her face and began to rock her hips in time to Mr.
Roberts slamming thrusts into her abused cunt.  She tried to tighten her
cunt muscles rhythmically to put pressure on his invading member.

"That's better, I knew you could fuck like a pro."  Then Mr. Roberts grabbed
one of Wanda's tender abused tits in each hand then spoke to her son. "We
know women are designed for fucking because they have these nice handles to
hang onto while we're doing it."  Clutching one of her breasts in each hand
Mr. Roberts began to pull on them to get extra leverage as he slammed his
blood covered cock into her bleeding pussy with even more brutal force.

Wanda stared at Mr. Roberts, who now looked to her like the devil incarnate,
with dazed eyes.  It felt like he was trying to rip her breasts off her
chest as he slammed himself again and again into her.  Then her eyes rolled
up in their sockets, the room began to spin, then fade into blackness.

Wanda became aware of her face being slapped.  She struggled back to
consciousness as first one cheek then the other got slapped so hard her head
snapped back and forth. When she opened her eyes the slapping stopped.  Mr.
Roberts was still standing at the end of the table.  His hard cock was still
buried in her torn and bleeding pussy.

"Wake up bitch."  He slapped her one more time just to make sure.  "You've
got to be awake to enjoy this once in a lifetime experience I'm giving you."
Wanda stared at him with unhidden rage as he began fucking her again.  Mr.
Roberts seemed to absorb her rage like a plant does sunshine.  His lust
built on it until he buried his cock into her and leaned his head back and
bellowed like a bull while his cock jerked and pumped cum into her
pulverized pussy.

As soon as his cock stopped jerking Mr. Roberts pulled it out of her and
wiped the blood and goo off with her discarded blouse.  While he wiped off
his cock Mr. Roberts walked over to where the boy was still hanging.

"Did you see that great fuck, kid?"  He asked then noticed that the boy
seemed to have passed out.  He looked back over at Wanda laying limply on
the table, then left the room.  He returned a minute later with at camera.
Mr. Roberts began by taking pictures showing the over-all scene.  The boy's
limp body hanging from the poles.  The woman's bruised and limp body tied to
the table.  Then he moved in for closer more detailed pictures.  A close up
of Wanda's bruised face showing her split lip, one showing her bruised
breasts, a picture of the bruises where he had punched and kicked her.  Mr.
Roberts took a long time to focus and adjust the camera for the close up of
Wanda's bruised cunt dripping blood onto the floor, he wanted to make sure
it was perfect.  Then he took close ups of the boy, finishing with one
showing the dried blood running down his thighs.

Mr. Roberts put his camera on the equipment table, then picked up his knife
and walked back over the boy.  He cut the bindings holding his left foot,
then his right foot.  When Mr. Roberts cut the rope holding the boy's left
hand his limp body swung down and hit against the other pole.  When he cut
the rope holding the boy's right hand his body collapsed onto the floor in a
limp pile.

Mr. Roberts tied the boy's hands together and removed the gag, then lifted
him up and laid him face down on top of his mother.  Lifting Wanda's head up
Mr. Roberts hooked the boy's tied hands over her head so they were around
her neck.  This held the boy in place, laying the length of his mother's
body with his legs dangling down between hers.  Mr. Roberts checked the
alignment of the limp, passed out bodies and insured that the boy's limp
cock rested neatly on top of his mother's still bleeding cunt.  When Mr.
Roberts was satisfied with the positioning he retrieved his camera and took
a few more pictures.  Then, after putting the camera back on the equipment
table Mr. Roberts left the room.  He returned with a cup of coffee and a
copy of the Wall Street Journal.  Mr. Roberts pulled the chair over to the
equipment table and, after lighting up a cigar, proceeded to sip his coffee
while perusing the newspaper.

The boy was first to regain consciousness.  As soon as he began to groan and
move Mr. Roberts put his paper down and walked over to the table.  The boy's
eyes were beginning to open, but there wasn't really 'anybody home' yet.
Mr. Roberts reached between the boy's legs and began to massage his cock and
rub it back and forth over the lips of his mother's cunt.  The boy's cock
was already hard by the time he was conscious enough to realize what was
going on.

"Suck on your momma's tit for me."  He ordered the boy speaking around his
smoldering cigar while he continued to work the boys cock up and down
Wanda's pussy.  The boy laid still on his mother and refused to do as he was
told.  Mr. Roberts began to squeeze the boy's tender, bruised balls  "I'm
going to keep squeezing until you do as you are told."  The boy turned his
head and started sucking on one of his mother's bruised nipples.

Mr. Roberts made sure the boy's small hard cock was inside the abused lips
of his mother's cunt then began to push down on the boy's butt driving the
cock further in, then let up on his butt allowing the cock to slide almost
all the way out.  Mr. Roberts grinned around his cigar as he forced the boy
to fuck his mother again.

Wanda began to stir, she opened her eyes and looked at her son without
recognizing him for a few moments then every thing seemed to come into
focus.  She saw their tormentor forcing her son's cock in and out of her raw
aching pussy.  She saw and felt her son sucking on an equally sore nipple.

"OH GOD NOOOOOOOOOO" she wailed startling her son who stopped sucking and
looked at his mother's agonized face.

"Mom...." He started to console her.  When Mr. Roberts began to squeeze his
balls again.

"I didn't tell you to stop sucking that tit you little pervert."  Mr.
Roberts snarled as he reached up and slammed the boy's face down on his
mother's breast.   Mr. Roberts immediately grabbed the boy's arms and pulled
them out from under Wanda's head, allowing her head to slam back down on the
table.  He pulled the boy off his mother and stood him up at the end of the
table.

"This little fairy your raising can't even suck a god damn tit right."  Mr.
Roberts put his hand on the back of the boy's neck and pushed his face down
onto his mother's cunt, then he reached between the boy's legs and grabbed
his genitals from behind.  "Know lets see if you can eat pussy any better
than you suck on tits."  As he said this Mr. Roberts began to squeeze and
pull on the boys cock and balls while holding his face against his mother's
pussy.

"God damn you. You mother fucking bastard leave my son alone."  Wanda
screamed at her son's tormentor.  Mr. Roberts stopped what he was doing and
looked at Wanda.  He released her son and left him standing while he stepped
to the other end of the table.  He leaned over and looked her in the face
then, pulling the cigar out of his mouth he spoke to her in a quiet calm
voice.

"I'm tired of smoking this and need to put it out."  He seemed to think for
a moment.  "Should I put it out in your son's asshole or on your clitoris?"
Then he smiled at Wanda sweetly and began to blow on the end of the cigar
making it glow bright red while he waited for her answer.  A look of pure
terror spread over Wanda's face.

"Oh god, please Mr. Roberts, don't hurt us anymore."  Wanda spoke softly and
began to sob uncontrollably her whole body shaking against the ropes holding
her to the table.  She continued to speak through her sobs.  "I'm sorry I
didn't suck your cock when you asked me to.  I'm sorry I tried to sue you.
Let my son go and I'll be your sex slave.  I'll fuck any time you want."
She tried to suppress her sobs and look sexy for him.

"Well bitch, you're lucky, I still have a use for your clit, and for your
son's ass, so I guess I'll have to put this out on your tit."  Mr. Roberts
pushed the glowing end of his cigar down on Wanda's left nipple.  He could
hear Wanda's flesh sizzle for just a second before her scream drowned it
out.  The scream stopped only when Wanda fainted. When Mr. Roberts pulled
his cigar off Wanda's breast the seared flesh of her nipple stuck and pulled
off leaving a circular wound.

Mr. Roberts heard a retching sound and turned to see Wanda's son on his
hands and knees dry heaving.   Mr. Roberts grabbed the boy by the hair and
pulled him to his feet.  "Your mom's going to be resting for awhile."  Mr.
Roberts pulled the boy after him as he walked from the room.  "I want to get
you cleaned up."

Dragging the boy into the bathroom Mr. Roberts pushed him down onto the
toilet.  "Pee and shit if you need to."  Mr. Roberts ordered as he stood
looking down at the boy.  Mr. Roberts still had his cigar in his hand, he
held it front of the boy's face.  "Look at that, there's a piece of your
mom's nipple stuck to my cigar."  He said with amazement.

Mr. Roberts looked down at the boy who sat trembling on the toilet.  His
entire body was shaking so hard the tank lid on the toilet rattled.  With
unexpected tenderness Mr. Roberts picked up the boy and held him as he sat
down on the edge of the bathtub with the boy in his lap.  Mr. Roberts gently
caressed the boy's hair and back.

"Hay, ya gotta toughen up kid."  The boy, disarmed by the sudden tenderness,
laid his head on Mr. Roberts' shoulder and sobbed.  "It's not your fault
you're acting like a little sissy boy.  Your mommy raised you that way."
Mr. Roberts continued to stroke the boy's body as he talked.  "You need a
man to show you how to handle these bitches."  The sobbing faded to
sniffles.  Mr. Roberts retrieved some pills from the medicine cabinet and a
glass of water.  "Here, take this.  It will help you relax and make you feel
better."

"Why are you hurting my mom?"  The boy asked after he swallowed the pill.
Mr. Roberts pushed the naked boy off his chest, but kept him setting in his
lap, and looked at his face.

"You should stop thinking of her as your mother."  He advised the boy.
"Just think of her as a slut with a cunt that needs fucking."  Mr. Roberts
chuckled, "A slut with a cunt.  I like that, maybe I should by a whorehouse
so I could use that as a slogan.  Sluts with cunts."  As the fast acting
drug took affect the boy began to relax and the trembling slowly subsided.

"Why are you hurting us?" the boy persisted.

"Well kid, that bitch tied to the table didn't do what I told her to."  Mr.
Roberts looked at the boy still sitting in his lap, his hands still roaming
over the boy's nude body.  "Then she tried to get me in trouble for telling
her to do it.  A real man just can't let a bitch get away with that kind of
shit."  Mr. Roberts had been concentrating on the boy's genitals, and the
boy now sported a, fairly large for his age, four inch erection.

"It feels good when I rub your cock doesn't it?"  Mr. Roberts asked as he
continued to fondle the boy's genitals.

"Yes, it feels good, but isn't it wrong?"  The boy, beginning to relax for
the first time leaned back against Mr. Roberts' hairy chest.

"Did that bitch in there tell you it was wrong?  Did she tell you it was
wrong to touch it yourself?"

"Yea, she said it was wrong to touch it or to let anyone else touch it."
The boy relaxed more and closed his eyes.

"See, that's what's wrong with bitches like that trying to raise a boy
without a dad around.  There is nothing wrong with you touching your own
cock anytime you want to."  Mr. Roberts gave the boy's genitals a firm but
not painful squeeze.  "And there is nothing wrong with you letting someone
else make you feel good by touching your cock."  The boy smiled as he
enjoyed these new pleasurable feelings.  The two of them sat quietly for a
few minutes, both naked, both sporting hard cocks, with Mr. Roberts gently
stroking the young boy's until his body tightened then relaxed completely.
As the boys orgasm subsided Mr. Roberts held him with his hand cupped around
his genitals.

"Let's take a shower now, then we can decide what to do about that bitch
tied to the table."  Mr. Roberts stood the young boy on the bathroom floor
and began to adjust the water.  When he was satisfied he stepped into the
water spray and held out his hand to help his young victim step over the
edge of the tub.

The young boy stepped into the shower with a troubled expression on his
face.  As the hot water ran over his body he tried to sort out his confused
thoughts and feelings.  So far all his life he had to do what women told him
to.  Not only his mother, but also the teachers at school, his mom's
friends, and even the younger daughters of his mom's friends.  He always had
to be a 'little gentleman' and let them play with his toys whether he wanted
them to or not, and even if they hit him he could never hit them back.  He
could tell his mom was always keeping him away from grown men.  His mother
had always seemed to be all-powerful, now she was obviously frightened of
this man.  That could only mean that this man was more powerful than his
mother.  The boy was beginning to look on this grown man as a rescuer
instead of a tormentor, someone to show him how real men acted.  The boy's
thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Roberts began to rub soapy hands over his
body.  The young boy stared at Mr. Roberts' large hard cock with intense
fascination.  He had never seen a naked adult male before.

"Will I get that big?"  He finally asked.  Mr. Roberts chuckled.

"Most men don't get this big.  But it's possible, you're pretty big now, for
your age."  After soaping the young boy's body Mr. Roberts soaped his own.
After washing the dried blood and lubricant from his hard cock Mr. Roberts
held the bar of soap out to the boy.  "Why don't you wash my cock for me?"

The young boy took the soap from Mr. Roberts and , with a since of awe,
washed the man's hard cock.  He slipped his soapy hands up and down its
length.  The man's balls seemed impossibly large compared to his own marble
sized testicles.  Mr. Roberts groaned and then the boy jumped.  He was
startled by a gob of cum that shot out of the large cock and landed on his
face.  Then the boy giggled as more spurts of cum showered down on him.

The man and the boy climbed out of the shower and helped each other dry off
with growing camaraderie.  To the young boy this person was rapidly becoming
the all-powerful epitome of what a man should be.  He felt almost giddy that
a man with this power to cause pain and torment should be interested in
making him feel so wonderful.

Wanda slowly became aware of her surroundings.  She was still on her back
with her arms tied over her head.  Her legs were still pulled up and to the
side, where ropes held them.  Her muscles ached from being held in this
position for so long.  She became aware of other pains, the dull ache from
her crotch where her abused cunt was covered with drying blood and
lubricant.  A sharper pain caused her to look at her left breast, where she
saw her burned and disfigured nipple.

"Oh god help me."  She said softly, then began to look around the room.  Her
son was no longer there, nor was their tormentor.  Struggling to suppress
the flood of anguish and terror she pulled on the ropes holding her hands
then moved her legs as much as possible to relieve some of the muscle
cramps.

Wanda laid still for a minute to rest from her exertions then flexed her
shoulder blades trying to pull her abused body across the table, easing the
tension on the ropes holding her hands.  Wanda bent her head up to see what
she was doing as she began to twist and pull her hands trying to work them
free.

Wanda was not aware of the sound until it suddenly stopped, then she
realized that a shower had been running.  She stopped struggling and
listened.  Finally she made out two voices.  Her body relaxed and she began
to sob with relief when she recognized one of them as her son, at least her
son was still alive.  A few minutes later she stopped crying and began to
pull once again at the ropes holding her hands.  If I can get loose, she
thought, we might be able to escape.  Ignoring the pain Wanda began to pull
with all her remaining strength on the ropes holding her hands and her legs.
Wanda stopped struggling when she heard the voices coming closer.  She
listened in disbelief.  One of the voices was definitely her son's, and he
was laughing and joking with their tormentor.

When Wanda saw her son and Mr. Roberts walk into the room both naked, both
with their hair still wet from the shower and both sporting hard cocks.  Her
world spun, she felt like she was going to throw up.  How could her son be
cavorting with the same man who was torturing them?  Her stomach muscles
heaved so hard they began to cramp, and only the fact that her stomach was
empty kept her from hurling it's contents across the room.  Just inside the
door Mr. Roberts stopped, his hand resting casually on the young boy's
shoulder.  Her son looking up at this monster with obvious admiration, even
hero worship.

"Hay kid," Mr. Roberts spoke turning the boy away from his mother.  "I
forgot my cigar, go back and get it for me."  Wanda watched as her son
smiled at the man then dashed out of the room to do his bidding.

"What have you done to my son."  She asked in a voice mixed with rage and
terror.

"Well lets see, I jerked him off, took a shower with him, let him jerk me
off, then after the shower he wanted to see what it was like so I let him
suck on my cock for a while."  Mr. Roberts smiled at his bound victim. "He
really loved it.  I think your boy has a real future in gay whorehouses."
Wanda's face went pale listening to his litany of perverse acts this monster
had subjected her son to.  Then it turned red with rage and she began to
struggle against her bonds.  Mr. Roberts grabbed the front of her neck with
his large hand and squeezed cutting off her air until she stopped fighting
and laid limply on the table sobbing.  Just then the boy came dashing up
beside Mr. Roberts holding out his half smoked cigar.

"Look," her son said grinning at Mr. Roberts, "that piece of her nipple is
still stuck on the end."  Wanda saw the charred piece of her flesh hanging
on the end of the obscene looking cigar and the room began to spin as her
vision began to fade.

When Wanda regained consciousness her hands and legs were untied.  She
started to set up but was stopped by a choking constriction around her neck
and fell back onto the table.  Wanda turned her head to the side and tried
to scream only to find that a gag had been strapped into her mouth.  She
watched in helpless rage as her son sucked on Mr. Roberts' thick hard cock.
Mr. Roberts grinned at her then gently pulled his cock from the boy's
sucking mouth.

"She's awake, come on son lets get her cleaned up.  That's one of the
problems with slutty bitches like this, they never learn how to keep
themselves clean."  Wanda's muffled voice raged at her antagonist when she
heard him refer to the boy as 'son'.  Wanda looked closely at her son when
he stood up and, noticing that his eyelids were drooping, realized that her
son had been drugged.  Mr. Roberts hooked a dog leash to the cord he had
earlier tied in a slipknot around Wanda's neck.  He gave the leash a sharp
yank.

"Come on bitch, off the table."  Wanda climbed down from the table and
almost fell when her knees gave out.  She recovered from the stumble and
stood in front of Mr. Roberts.  "Down on your hands and knees."  Mr. Roberts
ordered pulling down on the leash.  Then he spoke to Wanda's son, "Since
she's a bitch we'll make her walk like a bitch.  You walk behind her, that
will give you a really good look at her smelly cunt."  Then he yanked on the
leash and walked toward the door.  As Wanda scrambled after him on her hands
and knees she turned her head and saw her son following behind.  She wanted
to assure her son, to tell him that he wasn't to blame for what was
happening, that she understood that he was under the influence of drugs and
a truly evil man.  Since she was gagged Wanda tried to put all that in one
loving understanding look, but her son was too busy staring at her cunt to
notice.  Mr. Roberts led Wanda into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet.

"I want you to pee, but spread your legs first so the boy can watch.  Come
here son, have you ever watched a woman pee?" Mr. Roberts pulled on the
leash choking Wanda. "Spread your legs, bitch, and let him watch you pee."
He said slowly and distinctly.  Wanda spread her legs and her son bent over
and peered between her trembling thighs.  Mr. Roberts released the pressure
on the neck cord allowing her to breathe again, then sat on the edge of the
bathtub.  Wanda tried desperately to relax enough to allow a flow of urine
to exit her bladder.  Not wanting to see her son, bent over and fondling
himself in anticipation, Wanda closed her eyes.  After a few moments her
body visibly relaxed and, much to the amusement of her watching son, urine
began to flow landing noisily in the water below.

"Do you need to crap?" Mr. Roberts asked when the noisy flow trickled to an
end.  Wanda shook her head 'no'.  Mr. Roberts yanked on the leash.  "Get in
the tub."  Wanda stepped into the tub then Mr. Roberts attached the leash to
a hook in the ceiling pulling it tight making Wanda stand up tall to keep
from choking.  He adjusted the water temperature then used the adjustable
shower head and sprayed water over Wanda's body.  When she was completely
wet Mr. Roberts handed a bar of soap to the boy.

"Soap the bitch."  The young boy climbed into the tub and began to smear
soap over his mother's battered body.  Paying particular attention to her
breasts.  Wanda winced when the soap came into contact with her burned
nipple.  "Be sure you get her dirty cunt hole good and clean son."  Mr.
Roberts advised, the boy then pushed the bar of soap between his mother's
legs.  While he rubbed it roughly back and forth over her abused cunt, the
boy rubbed his own hard cock with his other soapy hand.  Mr. Roberts smiled,
and gently stroked himself, as he let the young boy play with his mother's
body.

"OK son, that's enough lets rinse her off."  The boy stuck his soapy hands
out while Mr. Roberts rinsed them off then stood while his small hard cock
was rinsed.  When all the soap was rinsed off his body the young boy stepped
out of the tub.  "Lets have a little fun." Mr. Roberts suggested and
adjusted the water as hot as it would get, then turned the ring on the
shower head to the 'power massage' setting.   He handed the shower head to
the boy, "Rinse the bitch."

Both the young boy and Mr. Roberts laughed uproariously as Wanda danced and
twitched on the end of the leash trying to avoid the jet of hot water being
aimed at the most sensitive parts of her tormented body.  Mr. Roberts
encouraged the boy, suggesting placed to aim the jets of water.  Finally
Wanda collapsed from exhaustion and hung limply by her neck.  Mr. Roberts
lifted her and removed the leash from the hook in the ceiling.  Carrying the
limp woman over his shoulder Mr. Roberts put his hand on the boy's shoulder
as they walked back into the 'game room'.

"Did you see the way this bitch dance when you hit her cunt or ass with that
hot water." The young boy nodded his head.  Mr. Roberts dumped the limp
naked body on the floor then rolled it over on its back.  "Sit on her
stomach facing me."  He instructed.  The young boy sat on his mother's
stomach with one foot on each side of her and watched as Mr. Roberts pushed
her knees up and apart.  Mr. Roberts ran his hands through the thick pubic
bush then grabbed a pussy lip with the thumb and forefinger of each hand and
pulled them apart revealing the opening to her pussy.

"This," he announced to the young boy, "is a cunt.  As far as I'm concerned
this is the only reason we even let women live."  The boy fondled himself
while he sat on his mother's stomach and listened to Mr. Roberts lecture
about cunts.  "That's why we usually refer to women as 'cunts' because it's
the only part of them that we want anything to do with."  They heard a moan
from Wanda as she stirred and tried to set up.  At the same time Mr. Roberts
noticed the young boy yawn.

"I guess it is getting late." Mr. Roberts stated after checking his watch.
"Help me put her to bed, then we can continue this tomorrow."  Mr. Roberts
lifted Wanda and stood her at the end of the table then let her bend at the
waist so she laid on her stomach across the table with her feet on the
floor.  Using leather straps he bound her left ankle to one table leg then
pulled her right ankle over to the other table leg and bound it, leaving her
cunt and ass available for any nocturnal amusements he might want to indulge
in.  Then he pulled her arms up over her head and tied them with ropes to
the other two table legs.

Once Wanda was bound to the table for the night Mr. Roberts took a few
minutes to run his hands over her buttocks and insert fingers into her ass
and cunt.  He seriously considered fucking her ass but then decided to wait
until she was awake and could enjoy the honor.  Instead Mr. Roberts
retrieved a large butt plug and an equally large plastic cock from the
equipment table and forced them into her ass and cunt respectively.  He
buckled a belt around her waist then ran a thick leather strap between her
legs to hold the equipment in place and attached the ends of the strap to
the belt.

During all of this Wanda's son stood beside the table.  With his elbow on
the table and his head resting on his hand, the young boy watched the man
tie up his mother through sleepy drooping eyelids.  While he watched he
lazily fondled himself with his other hand.  When Mr. Roberts was satisfied
that Wanda was secure for the night her took the young boy by the hand and
walked with him to the bedroom.

The naked grown man and the naked eight-year-old boy laid down beside each
other on the king size bed.  The naked man picked up a remote control and
turned on a big screen TV then started his favorite gang rape video playing.
The video documented the rape of a twelve-year-old girl by ten grown men.
As he watched the twelve-year-old trying to fight off her attackers the
grown man spread lubricant on his large hard cock then turned toward the
drugged boy.  He turned the young boy on his side and lifted his leg and
began to work his huge glistening rod into the boy's tight asshole.

Mr. Roberts spent almost an hour watching the twelve-year-old getting
repeatedly raped on the TV while he fucked his cock slowly in and out of his
victim's ass and gently stroked the boys hard cock.  As he fucked the young
boy Mr. Roberts spoke to him in low tones.

"I was about ten years old when my mother and father got divorced.  Soon
after that my mom climbed into bed with me one night and started playing
with my cock.  After it got hard she pulled me on top of her and helped me
slip my hard cock into her hot wet cunt.  That's a feeling I'll never
forget.  After that she came into my room two or three times a week and we
would fuck.  We kept this up until I was about fifteen, then she got a
boyfriend and wouldn't come into my room anymore.  Her boyfriend moved in
with us, then he started coming into my room.  He fucked me in the ass, just
like I'm doing to you, and made me suck his cock.  I wouldn't have minded
being fucked up the ass and sucking him off if my mom would have come into
my room and let me fuck her too.

"When I was about sixteen I realized that I was never going to get to fuck
my mom again as long as her boyfriend was there.  Then one day he and I went
up on the roof to fix the antenna.  Poor guy slipped and fell.  Broke his
neck.  That night I waited for my mom to come into my room.  When she didn't
I went into her's.  She was crying and carrying on about how much she loved
the jerk.  So I held her down on the bed and fucked her.  After I was done
she rolled up in a little ball and cried some more.  While she cried she
started telling me what a vile creature I was.  I told her I wanted to fuck
her again but she would not unroll from the ball she was in so I just fucked
her up the ass just like her precious boyfriend had done to me.

"She tried to force me to leave the room but I wouldn't do it.  I told her
that from then on she was mine and I would fuck her anytime I wanted to.  I
also warned her that if she tried to get another boyfriend that he would
have an accident just like this one had.  Then I told her if she didn't do
what I wanted she might meet with an untimely accident also.  You should
have seen the look on her face when I told her that.  She got real scared
and promised me she would do whatever I wanted.  I told her to get on her
knees and suck my cock.  She couldn't get my tool in her mouth fast enough.

"You know kid, after that she was mine to do with as I pleased.  I fucked
her anytime I wanted to for several years.  I made her go naked around the
house and play with herself while I watched.  Sometimes I would bring
friends home after school and make her fuck them too.  Then I went off to
college and realized there were younger prettier sluts out there, just
waiting for me to fuck them."

The drug Mr. Roberts had given the boy earlier in the evening kept him quit
and relaxed during his second anal rape.  After his orgasm Mr. Roberts fell
asleep with his softening cock still buried in the boys ass and his arm
still wrapped around the boy with his hand cupping the boy's genitals.
Twice during the night Mr. Roberts woke up, reinserted his cock into the
boy's ass and fucked himself back to sleep.

In the morning Mr. Roberts woke up with his arms around the boy and his cock
tucked between the boys legs and resting against his scrotum.  Mr. Roberts
shook the boy awake.  The boy was obviously still groggy from the drug he
had been given the night before.  Mr. Roberts called on his long experience
using drugs to create compliant victims to concoct a nice pill combination
that would help keep the boy relaxed and cooperative without putting him
into the 'walking zombie' state he had been in the night before.

Mr. Roberts restarted the gang rape video for the boy to watch then went
into the 'game' room to check on Wanda.  He found Wanda awake but
unresponsive and gave her large dose of stimulant by hypodermic needle.  He
wanted her fully alert to enjoy the day's activities.  While he waited to
the shot to take effect Mr. Roberts unstrapped the appliances he had left in
her then, after pulling them out, lubricated him self and forced his cock
into her dry pussy.

By the time Mr. Roberts was finished with a nice slow fuck Wanda was
beginning to revive.  He untied her from the table and sat her in the chair.
He used the same straps that had held her legs bound to the legs of the
table to bind them to the front legs of the chair.  He pulled each of her
arms down to her sides and tied her hands to the back legs with the rope
running under the seat of the chair.  Mr. Roberts then left her, still
gagged.

Mr. Roberts was pleased when he walked into the bedroom and found the young
boy masturbating while he watched the video of the twelve-year-old girl
being raped.  Mr. Roberts laid down next to the boy and stroked himself
while he watched the video and the boy.

"You like watching that?" He finally asked as they watched the first
attacker climb off the girl on the screen and the next man climb on.

"Yeah, this is great." The boy answered enthusiastically as he pumped his
hard cock.

"You know they are raping her don't you?"  When he did not get an immediate
answer Mr. Roberts continued. "Do you know what rape is?"

"No." the young boy admitted.

"Well, if a girl doesn't want to fuck and you fuck her anyway that's rape.
That's what we're doing to that bitch who claims to be your mother.  She
doesn't want to fuck and we're fucking her anyway."  Mr. Roberts rearranged
their positions on the bed.  "I want you to suck my cock while I rub yours
for you."  The boy took as much of Mr. Roberts' huge hard cock into his
mouth as he could and began to run his tongue around it as he moved his
mouth up and down over the head.  Mr. Roberts began to fondle the young boy.

"I love fucking girls when they don't want to fuck."  Mr. Roberts continued
to talk as the young boy licked and sucked on the head of his cock.  "Today
you are going to learn that pushing your cock into a girl when she doesn't
want it is the best feeling in the world.  Forcing her to get on her knees
and take your cock in her mouth and swallow your cum like the fucking slut
they all really are...there's no feeling to compare to that."  Mr. Roberts
continued to fondle the boy with one hand and gently worked the forefinger
of his other hand into the boy's no longer virgin ass.  "Tomorrow I'll take
you to work with me and I'll bring the sluts that work for me into my office
one at a time and we'll force them to suck our cocks.  We'll make them lift
up their skirts and pull down their panties and play with them selves while
we watch.  Then we'll take turns fucking them."

For the young boy the image of grown women being forced to expose them
selves while he watched held a far stronger erotic punch than fucking them.
Looking at women's naked bodies, even his mother's was something he had been
trying to do for a long time.  While the boy pictured a line of grown women,
most of them baring a strong resemblance to his mother, exposing themselves
at his command he felt Mr. Roberts' cock twitch and his mouth flooded with
cum.  The young boy pulled his mouth away from the spurting cock.  Mr.
Roberts took his hand away from the boy's genitals and placed it on the back
of the boy's head.

"Never pull away from a shooting cock son," Mr. Roberts instructed as he
pushed the boy's mouth back onto his spurting cock, "just swallow the cum
and enjoy it."  Most of the cum ended up on the boy's face and when he
reached up to wipe it off Mr. Roberts grabbed his wrist.  "Leave it.  I want
your mother to see it."  With that he stood up and, still holding the young
boy's wrist pulled him from the bed.  As Mr. Roberts and the boy walked down
the hallway they could hear the chair bouncing up and down on the floor.
When Wanda saw Mr. Roberts and her son entering the room she stopped trying
to pull her hands and legs free and the banging stopped.

Mr. Roberts pulled up another chair facing Wanda and sat in it.  Mr. Roberts
placed the naked young boy between his naked thighs so that the boy faced
his naked mother.  The boy leaned back against Mr. Roberts and could feel
Mr. Roberts' soft cock resting against his buttocks.  Wanda felt like her
heart was going to break, and her mind was going to spin out of control when
she saw her son's obviously drugged state.  Mr. Roberts began to run his
hands over the boy's thighs, stomach and chest, avoiding for the time being
the boy's hard cock.

"Do you like the way your son looks with my cum dripping off his face?"  Mr.
Roberts smiled at Wanda's gag muffled screams and her struggles to pull free
from the straps holding her to the chair.  The boy grinned at his mother.

"What are we going to do today son?" Mr. Roberts addressed the boy standing
between his legs.

"We're going to fuck my mommy."  The boy replied grinning even more.

"What if your mommy doesn't want us to fuck her?"  Mr. Roberts' concentrated
his caresses on the boy's genitals.

"We'll fuck her anyway."  The boy said as he leaned against Mr. Roberts.

"What is it called when you fuck a slut that doesn't want to be fucked."
The boy thought for a moment before answering.

"Rape."  He finally answered with glee.  Mr. Roberts watched the tears
streaming down Wanda's bruised face and her naked body trembling with rage.

"Do you want to rape your mother?" he asked the boy.

"Yeah."  The boy said with awe at the idea.

"Why don't you show your mommy how good you are at sucking cock?"  Mr.
Roberts pulled his hand from the boy's genitals and turned him around.  The
boy knelt between Mr. Roberts' legs and began to lick his hardening cock.
Mr. Roberts smiled at Wanda as her son's mouth slipped down over his growing
organ.  He almost laughed out loud at the pleading look she was trying to
give him with her eyes.  As the boy worked on his cock Mr. Roberts rested
his hand on the back of the boys head and spoke to Wanda.

"I have a friend that owns a sort of  'gay brothel' you might say.  It's
decorated like an old west whore house.  The older boys who work there dress
up like saloon girls.  The younger ones are dressed up in gingham dresses
and bonnets.  Sort of like 'Little House on the Prairie'.  Or should I say
'Little Whore House on the Prairie'.  I'm thinking I'll take our boy here
over there for a day.  We'll dress him up and call him 'Francine' and see
how many old fags fuck his mouth and ass before the day is over."  By this
time Wanda was rocking forward and backward in the chair struggling with her
bindings.  Her screams could be heard even through the gag.  Mr. Roberts
began to stroke the boy's hair and down onto his back as he talked.

"I bet even if we charged them $500 apiece they would be lined up around the
block for a chance to fuck our sweat little Francine."  Wanda was vibrating
like a teakettle getting ready to blow its lid off.  Every muscle in her
body struggled with the ropes and straps holding her.  Her face was bright
read and streaked with tears.  She sucked in air in great gasps and tried to
scream around the gag in her mouth.

"I could split fifty-fifty with the owner and still have our boy earn five
or six thousand for me in one day.  When he was done we would have him tell
you all about it while he fucked you.  Or, better yet, we could video tape
it and watch that while we take turns fucking you."  Suddenly in the midsts
of her screaming and struggling Wanda seemed to collapse.  Her eyes remained
open, but it seemed almost that a light went out behind them.  To Wanda it
felt like her mind literally 'snapped' inside her head, and that the part of
her that made her 'Wanda' spiraled down into darkness.  A great calm came
over her and she quit struggling.  She continued to watch her son sucking on
this monster's hard cock, but it no longer seemed to matter.  Mr. Roberts
noticed the change.

"Spread your legs."  He said calmly with no hint of threat.  Wanda's eyes
slowly drifted until they were looking in his general direction then she
slowly spread her legs as much as the ropes would allow.  "Scoot your ass
forward to the edge of the chair and spread your legs as far as you can."
Wanda followed the directions with no resistance or emotion.  Opening her
cunt wide for his inspection.  Mr. Roberts pulled the boy up off his cock
and turned him to face his mother.

"Your mother wants you to lick her pussy for her."  The young boy walked on
his knees the small distance separating Mr. Roberts' hard cock and his
mother's open cunt.  He put his hands on her thighs and leaned his head
forward burying his tongue in her pussy.  Mr. Roberts stood up and moved
around the bound woman.  He unbuckled the straps holding the gag in place
and pulled the ball from Wanda's mouth.  Wanda remained slumped over
watching unemotionally as her son's tongue pushed into her.  Mr. Roberts
untied her wrists, then unbuckled the straps holding her ankles to the legs
of the chair.

"Spread your legs as far as you can."  He told the almost lifeless woman.
Wanda slowly turned her head towards the source of the voice, then followed
the order and spread her legs until she was completely open for her son's
licking tongue.  Mr. Roberts put a hand on each side of her head and pulled
her face toward his crotch.  Without orders or threats Wanda's mouth opened
when the head of his cock touched her lips and let his hard tool slip into
her slack mouth.  Mr. Roberts fucked her unresisting mouth for a few
minutes, more as a demonstration of power than out of lust, then pulled his
cock from her mouth.  He reached down and tapped the young boy on the
shoulder.  The young boy looked up and grinned at Mr. Roberts.

"Lets take her into the bedroom where we can fuck her ass while we watch
that video again."  Mr. Roberts suggested to the boy, who nodded his head in
eager agreement.  Mr. Roberts pulled Wanda to her feet, then supported her
when she wobbled on her shaking legs.  He turned her around so she was
facing the door. Then spoke to the boy again.  "Stick your hand between her
legs from behind and finger her cunt while we walk her into the bedroom."
The boy eagerly followed the suggestion working his fingers into her
saliva-lubricated cunt while Mr. Roberts held her up and walked her into the
bedroom.

Mr. Roberts sat Wanda on the edge of the bed, and the boy immediately pushed
her legs apart and began to lick at her cunt again.  Mr. Roberts chuckled,
amused at how anxious the young boy had become to violate his mother.

"Come on kid, she's got an asshole that has never been fucked, and I'm going
to let you be the first."  Mr. Roberts turned towards Wanda.  "Get on your
hands and knees facing the television."  Wanda slowly climbed up onto the
bed and positioned her self as instructed.  Mr. Roberts pushed her chest
down onto the bed leaving her ass sticking obscenely up in the air.  Then he
spoke to the boy.  "Get up there and fuck your mother's asshole.  Show me
what a man you are." He said squirting some lubricant on the mentioned hole.

The young boy positioned his hard cock at the entrance to his mother's
asshole and pushed forward, inserting himself in his mother in one stroke.
Mr. Roberts picked up the remote and started the video playing.  As the
first scene of the movie showing a twelve-year-old girl walking down the
street carrying schoolbooks filled the screen Mr. Roberts began to sing.

"There she goes just a walkin down the street singing do wop didy, didy do
didy do."  Then a van stopped and two men jumped out and grabbed the girl.
"'Til we grab her from behind and fuck her up the ass singing do wop didy,
didy do didy do."

As Wanda watched the video of the young girl trying to fend off her
attackers, and ultimately being stripped and raped by several men, some
small still sane part of her mind screamed at her to fight, to save herself
and her son.  The larger, now insane part of her mind began to laugh, serves
the little bitch right it said to her.





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