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The Gamble
by Scorpio00155(address defunct)

***

It all started innocently enough, my son was being 
bullied at school and I thought that I was fit enough to 
take the bully on for him. I was wrong. (M+/F, FF, m+/F, 
ped, forced, size, toys, bg, inc, v, drugs, blkmail, 
huml)

***

PART 1

I sat and stared across the room at my son who sat with 
his head in his hands, his whole demeanour was one of 
defeat. He looked up at me with tears threatening to 
flow in his eyes, and then put his head back in his 
hands.

"Tell me again what he said," I said softly with 
disbelief tingeing my voice.

In a dull voice my 15-year-old son repeated what he'd 
told me no more than twenty minutes past.

"Don said the only way to stop him bullying me was for 
you to beat his girlfriend in a fight."

Shaking my head I wondered what the hell was going on. 
I'd known that an older boy called Don and his gang of 
bully-boys was harrying the kids in the area, along with 
a number of other parents I'd complained to the local 
authorities and even the police, yet they'd seemed 
powerless to stop this teenager's reign of terror. Now 
he'd given my son an out and I knew that there had to be 
a catch in it somewhere, though for the life of me I 
couldn't see what it was. 

Don's girlfriend would certainly have the advantage of 
youth on her side, but I'd seen the girl hanging off his 
arm and she was a mere wisp of a girl. 

I might have been 35, but I was in damned good shape 
thanks to daily workouts, I had the height, weight, 
reach on this 'girlfriend', and felt confident of the 
outcome if we met. Looking at my son I decided that he 
was at the end of his tether, if all it was going to 
take was beating the slip of girl Don called his 
girlfriend to end my Bob's torment so be it.

"Okay," I said firmly, "where and when does this fight 
take place?"

"Mum, no, don't!" Bob gasped, his head whipping up out 
of his hands.

"I can beat that girl I see hanging off his arm." I said 
confidently, "Trust me."

"Oh please mum," my son pleaded with me, "you can't. The 
bastard has something up his sleeve; I just know it. 
Please mum, I don't want you to get hurt!"

The concern in his voice gave me a moment of doubt, but 
I felt confident in my ability to win against the girl. 
Looking at Bob I gave him a confident smile and repeated 
my question about when and where the fight was to be. 
After about five minutes of trying to dissuade me from 
the idea of taking up the challenge Bob finally gave in.

"He said if you had the guts to accept the challenge" he 
sighed forlornly, "we should be at the old sports club 
at seven thirty tonight and..."

When he faltered I waited a few moments before 
encouraging him to go on.

"And" he said with great reluctance, "you had to dress 
right."

"Dress right?" I repeated in a puzzled tone.

"Mum, please don't do this." Bob pleaded with me again.

"Bob, just tell me what the hell this 'dress right' 
means." I replied more firmly than I'd intended.

"No trousers, slacks, jeans or shorts." he said softly 
staring down at the floor, "Dresses or blouse and skirt 
are okay. Stockings, no tights; knee-highs or socks and 
high heels. Bra and panties, no one-piece leotards or 
swim suits, no bikinis. Mum, please, I'm begging you 
don't do it!"

I waved off his final plea as I thought about the 
'uniform' Don had set for the fight, it seemed quite 
clear to me that he was hoping to get a few flashes of 
body parts during the conflict. Well, if I had anything 
to do with it the fight would be over as soon as it 
started. Glancing at the clock I noted it was 
approaching six forty, if we were to get to the old 
sports club on time I needed to get a move on. Rising I 
told my son to get himself ready while I changed, he 
looked at me with pleading eyes, but got up to get 
himself ready as I had asked.

All the way to the place where this fight was to take 
place my son pleaded with me not to go through with it, 
I was touched by his assertion that he would rather be 
bullied than see me harmed. 

Full of my own confidence I tried my best to reassure 
him that everything would be just fine, that I'd beat 
the girl easily, that I wouldn't come to any harm and 
the bullying would stop. Yet nothing I said seemed to 
calm his fears, he was positive that Don had some trick 
or other up his sleeve. Some of his doubt rubbed off on 
me and I wondered what it might be Don could possibly do 
to change the outcome of the fight in favour of his 
diminutive girlfriend.

With five minutes to spare we arrived at the old sports 
club, it was a secluded site hidden away in one corner 
of a large park, and when I say hidden I mean just that. 
The place was concealed behind a stand of trees and 
bushes, so much so that not everyone even knew the place 
was there, many assumed that it had been torn down years 
back, but there it stood and it seemed that Don had 
turned it into his little domain. 

There were lights on in the main gym and I led my son 
inside with him almost going down on his knees to beg me 
to turn around and go home. Inside the gym was a group 
of fifteen 16 and 17 year old boys, one of whom I 
instantly recognised as the chief bully Don, there were 
also about three teenage girls there, one of whom was 
the petite girlfriend I was to fight. As we crossed the 
dirty floor of the gym Don spotted us and grinned 
triumphantly, a shiver ran down my spine at the look of 
sheer confidence in the youths face, but I steeled 
myself with the thought that his girlfriend was a 
pushover.

"Well, well," Don crowed, "look who we have here. Seems 
momma has got some guts after all."

The gang of boys all laughed at his comment, annoyed I 
walked up to him and glared at him.

"I see you dressed right." Don smirked looking me up and 
down.

Now I was proud of my figure, but his look was 
disgusting and I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.

"Just get on with it," I snapped.

"Ooh," he laughed, "a cocky bitch eh? Well I'll tell you 
what, let's just up the ante shall we?"

"What the hell are you prattling about?" I frowned.

"Well, if you feel so confident about winning," Don 
smirked looking me in the eyes challengingly, "why not 
make the stakes even more interesting."

"Like what?" I snapped.

"God mum, no!" Bob gasped behind me.

"Shaddup wimp!" Don snapped menacingly at my son, then 
smirked at me again, "How about 24, no make that 48 
hours of service."

He had lost me totally, just what the hell did he mean 
by 'service'? My puzzlement must have been obvious 
because the youth laughed.

"What's up bitch, don't know what service is?" he 
cackled with his gang joining in the laughter, "Let me 
make it simple for you. You win and we leave your wimp 
of a boy alone plus you get to have me do anything you 
want for the next 48 hours..."

It sounded stupid, especially as the only 'service' this 
boy could do for me when I won was to leap off a tall 
building. His 'dramatic' pause drew on for a few 
heartbeats then he went on.

"You lose" his voice dropped menacingly, "and your boy 
keeps getting the treatment and you do anything I want 
for 48 hours. Anything! And in case you think of 
welching remember we got your kid here."

"And what's going to stop you welching when I win?" I 
snapped angrily.

He laughed at me and swept his arm around his gang.

"I got a rep lady," he sneered, "I'd lose respect if I 
welch on a deal. 'Sides, you got to win first bitch, if 
you think you're up for it of course. Are you on or 
not?"

I was more determined than ever to wipe the smile off 
the bastard's face, he was throwing out the additional 
challenge and I looked him straight in the eyes as I 
answered.

"You're on!" I snapped, "Now cut the chatter and let's 
get this over with, I have things to do!"

"No!" I heard Bob breathe, "Oh God no!"

"It's okay Bob," I smiled at him over my shoulder, "this 
won't take long."

"I'm lookin' forward to taking you down a peg or two 
bitch." Don growled at my comment to my son.

"Dream on." I smiled confidently.

"Okay, get it on then." Don snapped waving at his 
girlfriend to come forward.

The boys all formed a large circle around us as I eyed 
up the short teenager facing me, I grinned at the 
thought that she wouldn't last long against me. Out of 
the corner of my eye I saw Don grab my son and pointedly 
order him to watch the fight, but I couldn't let myself 
be distracted by this. The girl moved and I tensed ready 
for her attack, only she just paced around me so I had 
to keep turning to face her. 

Around and around she paced, he lips parted in a cruel 
grin that began to get on my nerves, then suddenly she 
bounced at me, I punched out at her then gasped with 
pain as the girl ducked under my punch and hit me in the 
gut. For a moment I was winded and that moment was all 
this girl needed, I felt her foot hit the back of my 
knee and I dropped to my knees, she was all over me 
before my knees hit the ground!

I suddenly felt my head jerked backwards sharply by a 
hand painfully grasping my hair, an arm went around my 
throat in a chokehold and I gave a choked cry as the 
girls arm tightened relentlessly. Grasping at her arm I 
tried to pull it away from my throat.

I was shocked to discover that I couldn't budge her arm 
even a millimetre, her muscles felt like knotted bands 
of steel under her thin blouse as I gurgled in her 
grasp. It was my son crying out to me that gave me the 
strength to make a last effort, punching back over my 
shoulder I felt my fist connect with the girl's face, 
heard her cry out and her arm loose it's hold for a 
moment. 

With a desperate strength I tore loose from her grasp 
and struggled to my feet, turning to face her I gasped 
for breath and threw another punch at her. Once again my 
blow failed to land as she ducked under it and hit me in 
the gut again, what breath I had left whooshed out of my 
body with an 'oof' as I curled over the girl's fist. 

I cried out in pain as her fingers locked themselves in 
my hair and pulled me forward, I hit the ground with 
enough force to stun me and as I struggled to my hands 
and knees the girl kicked me in the ribs with enough 
force to twist me over onto my back. Even as my back was 
striking the ground she was leaping astride my chest, 
groaning I tried to struggle up against her and she 
slapped me across the face. 

I cried out at the sudden pain across my cheek, then 
again as she slapped the other cheek, her small fists 
struck downwards and I yelped as she punched me in the 
breasts. Her hands grasped the front of my blouse and 
tugged, though the haze of my pain I heard and felt the 
buttons bursting, my blouse flapped open to slide down 
either side of my body as the girl dug her fingers into 
my breasts painfully. Grasping her wrists I tried to 
push them away from me as her fingers mashed at my boobs 
making tears spring to my eyes.

"Not so tough now bitch!" the girl hissed at me.

Grasping my hair she started banging my head in the 
floor leaving me dazed and stunned, I felt her get off 
me, roll me over then my arms were jerked backwards as 
my blouse was torn from me. Shaking my head I tried to 
push myself up, but I just couldn't seem to find the 
strength and before I had raised myself more than a few 
inches she was on me again. She jerked my head backwards 
by my hair with one hand while the other tugged at the 
back of my bra, desperately I tried to reach around to 
stop her pulling the hooks open, but I couldn't get at 
her. 

Suddenly my bra went loose, with a cry of humiliation I 
flung an arm across my chest as she pulled my upper body 
upwards by my hair. Despite all my struggles this petite 
teen tore the bra from me then stood up, she kicked me 
in the ribs again and I cried out, next thing she was 
behind me, her hands pulling at my skirt as I kicked and 
screamed at her. 

I tried to grab at my skirt with one hand while covering 
my bare breasts with the other, but there was no way I 
could hold my skirt up one handed. With a laugh the girl 
ripped it from me, forcing me over on my back as she 
pulled it off my kicking legs, as she threw the skirt 
aside I lashed out with one foot and caught the girl in 
the ribs, with a 'whooof' she flew backwards.

Gathering myself I climbed to my feet and kicked her 
again, I was hitting at her with everything I had left, 
her cries sounding with each blow I landed. Just as I 
thought I was getting the upper hand she reached up and 
dug her fingers into my pussy, her nails digging 
painfully into me even through my panties. 

My scream rang around the gym as I staggered backwards 
away from the girl's grasp, but she moved with me, 
squeezing and crushing at my pussy as she rose to her 
feet, desperately I clawed at her hand trying to free 
myself. Then my screams became a breathless gasp as she 
hit me in the stomach with her other hand, her clutching 
hand released my pussy as I doubled over, when she 
grabbed the waistband of my panties and tugged sharply 
at it I didn't have the strength to resist. 

With unbelievable strength she literally ripped the 
panties from my body, jerking me towards her as I became 
nude, as our bodies collided I tried to grasp her, but 
somehow she twisted me around, I felt her hand lock 
around one of my wrists and force it up my back. She 
forced me to my knees, my arm feeling as though it would 
break at any moment as she pushed it further up my back, 
crying out I tried to twist free to no avail. Then her 
sharp clawed finger were digging at my pussy again, my 
legs jerked out as she dug her nails in, my scream 
echoing around the room to die in a groan as my body 
crashed down to the hard floor.

"Fucking bitch!" the girl hissed at me, "Thought a stuck 
up cow like you could beat me did you, well now you know 
better!"

Her knee came down in the small of my back pinning me to 
the ground as with one hand she tried to force my arm up 
between my shoulder blades and with the other hand 
assaulted my pussy. I couldn't take any more punishment 
from her, I cried out to her to stop, I begged her to 
stop and she laughed at me, her laughter joined by the 
rest of the group around us.

"Do you surrender bitch?" the girl hissed.

"Yes!" I cried, "I give in, I surrender!"

"Know what that means bitch?" she laughed, "You lost, 
you're Don's for the next two days."

I groaned in despair at her words, but she wanted more 
than a groan out of me.

"Say it bitch," she snarled pushing my arm up harder, 
"say it! Say what losing means!"

"I lost," I whispered, "I'm Don's for the next 48 
hours."

"Louder!" she snapped digging her fingers into my pussy 
again.

"I lost," I screamed out, "please no more, I lost and I 
have to do whatever Don wants for the next 48 hours!"

Suddenly she released me and stood up, she prodded me 
almost contemptuously with her foot they walked away 
from me. With tear filled eyes I struggled to my feet 
trying to cover my pussy and boobs with my arms, raising 
my eyes I found myself looking at my son, his face held 
a look of shock and dismay, beside him stood a leering 
Don. His eyes raked over my battered body, and then he 
crooked a finger at me signalling me to come to him. My 
legs felt unsteady as I walked the few feet towards him, 
his eyes burning into me as I came to a stop in front of 
him.

"Bit late to be covering up ain't it," he smirked.

I knew he was right, they must all have seen my naked 
body as I struggled against Don's girlfriend, but 
something in me had needed to try to keep one thread of 
dignity. Don raised an eyebrow and I knew what he wanted 
without his needing to say another word, my face burned 
with embarrassment and shame as I let my hands drop to 
my sides in submission. His smirk grew wider as he let 
his eyes rove over my now fully exposed body.

"Listen and listen good," he said looking me in the 
eyes, "you got two days to recover in, Friday at eight 
you be back here with your wimp-boy. Understand?"

I nodded, but he repeated his question sharply.

"Yes," I sobbed in humiliation, "I understand."

"Good!" he said, "When you come you be dressed in the 
smallest mini-skirt you can find, even if it means 
buying a new one, got that?"

"I understand." I sobbed.

"On top you wear a see-through blouse," he went on, "no 
bra or panties. Got that?"

"Yes." I replied numbly.

"Lastly you wear stocking and the highest heels you 
have," he continued, "and if you have nothing less than 
four inches you go out and buy a pair. Got all that."

"Yes." I replied.

"Then repeat it!" he snapped sharply.

"I-I... have to be here by eight on Friday night," I 
sobbed, "wearing the shortest mini-skirt I can find, a 
see-through blouse, stockings and high heels of at least 
four inches. No bra or panties."

Laughing he dismissed me, but as I reached down to grab 
the tatters of my clothing he snapped.

"You go as you are, those are Cherries prize."

Sobbing with shame and humiliation I fled the gym with 
my son beside me struggling to get his jacket off. 
Outside he put his jacket around my shoulders and gave 
me the car keys, how I made that drive home I'll never 
know, I felt stunned, shocked and totally humiliated by 
my defeat at the hands of a girl half my size. When we 
got home Bob helped me up to the bathroom then left me 
to wallow in my misery under a warm shower, cleaned and 
dried I felt little better. Numbly I tottered to my 
bedroom, my son suddenly there beside me supporting me 
to my bed, covering me with the bedclothes and sitting 
beside me as the tears flowed down my face.

"I should have listened to you." I sobbed.

"Oh mum, what are you going to do?" he sighed 
sorrowfully.

"What can I do?" I bawled, "If I don't show up, dressed 
the way he said they'll hurt you Bob, God I can't let 
that happen! I just can't believe that I lost to that 
girl!"

"I heard some of them talking," he sighed, "they were 
saying Cherrie is a semi-professional wrestler on some 
circuit or other. I knew that bastard Don had something 
up his sleeve! Mum, don't go, I'll risk whatever he'll 
try to do, but please don't go, they'll hurt you again, 
I know it!"

"Darling," I sighed tearfully as I reached up to stroke 
his face gently, "you know there's no choice, I have to 
go or see you injured by them, probably badly. I can't, 
I won't let that happen to you Bob, no matter what it 
costs me."

"I love you mum." I sighed giving me a hug, "I feel this 
is all my fault. If I wasn't such a wimp I could have 
fought my own battles."

"Don't blame yourself Bob," I comforted him, "there's 
little you could do alone against so many of them. This 
situation is my doing, I was too cock sure of myself, I 
was so sure I was going to win I let Don manoeuvre me 
into upping the stakes. I gambled and lost. Now, give me 
another hug and then off to bed with you."

When he had gone I lay staring up at the ceiling, tears 
welling up in my eyes and streaming down my face as I 
thought about just what Don's 'anything' would be come 
Friday. The way he wanted me dressed left no doubt at 
all that I was to become a sexual plaything for 48 hours 
and although I was no shrinking violet where sex was 
concerned I was in dread of what the bastard had planned 
for me.

I got through the time before I was set to show up at 
the gym like a zombie, fear clutching at me constantly 
as the hours passed. What made things seem even worse to 
me was that I had to pay for the privilege of being 
enslaved for 48 hours, nothing in my wardrobe would suit 
what Don had stated in no uncertain terms that I was to 
wear. The boutique I'd bought the mini-skirt and blouse 
in was miles from my home, the assistant had grinned 
when I had stated my needs and my blush of embarrassment 
only made her grin all the more. 

When I left the place I had a skirt so miniscule that it 
didn't cover me at all, both my buttocks and my pussy 
could be glimpsed easily whether I moved or stayed still 
as for the blouse, it was so sheer as to be as clear as 
glass! 

The shop had even had the high heels I needed to buy, I 
had never worn anything higher than three inches, these 
were double that and I knew I would have to practise 
walking in them before I arrived for my humiliation on 
Friday night. Lastly the assistant sold me self-grip 
stockings, as she packed all my purchases she commented 
that 'my lover was in for a great time', her words sent 
an icy chill through me.

Then the hours were all gone, as I prepared for the 
ordeal ahead I felt the urge to hide myself away growing 
and growing inside me, only the thoughts of what would 
happen to my son kept me moving. When I dressed and 
looked at myself in the mirror I felt my face blushing, 
I looked like a slut, my boobs were totally on display, 
my pussy peeked from under the hem of the skirt. 

Looking at my face I wondered if I should put on make-
up, Don had said nothing about it and I decided that he 
could get stuffed if he thought I was making myself up 
for him. 

When I finally left my room it was with the grim 
determination to get the affair over and done with. Bob 
was waiting for me in the living room, his expression 
glum and forlorn, as I walked in his eyes raised then 
opened wide, his face turned bright red then he suddenly 
looked away from me. Inside I felt chilled that my son 
was so ashamed of what I was doing for him that he 
couldn't look at me, yet I had to pay off the wager or 
see him hurt.

"We'd better go," I said softly with a tremble in my 
voice.

My son said nothing as he rose to his feet, but as we 
headed to the front door I felt him take hold of my 
wrist, I looked at him and saw his concern for me 
clearly written in every line of his face.

"Please," he almost whispered, "stay here, don't go. I 
don't trust Don."

"Bob," I smiled what I hoped was comfortingly, though my 
inner fear had to be showing through, "you know I have 
to do this. I couldn't live with myself if anything 
happened to you and I could have prevented it. You're 
all I have Bob, I love you and will do whatever it takes 
to keep you safe."

"Not this mum," his voice trembled as though in the 
verge of tears, "not this. There has to be something 
else..."

"There isn't darling," I silenced his plea gently, "oh 
how I wish there was. Come on or we'll be late. The 
sooner we get there the sooner it will all be over."

His shoulders slumped as we left the house, I felt so 
exposed as we walked the few feet to the car, I'd 
thought of wearing a coat until we got to the sports 
club, but felt it would be a pointless gesture. The trip 
to the club was made in silence, I could sense my son 
watching me and on the occasions when I glanced his way 
I felt my heart aching at the sight of the despair 
written in his eyes. His despair mirrored what I felt 
inside. 

All too soon we had arrived at our destination, I parked 
the car behind the clubhouse then sat staring at the 
lights gleaming from the grimy windows of the gym. For a 
moment I couldn't move, beside me my son made a last 
ditch effort to beg me to drive away, but I knew it was 
too late for that. Giving him a smile of assurance that 
I did not feel I got out of the car, locked it and gave 
him the keys, on trembling legs I walked towards the 
entrance with my son a step behind me.

"I was wondering if you would come," Don laughed as we 
walked across the gym towards him, "nice to see an 
obedient bitch."

My heart pounded with fear as the distance between us 
closed, my eyes flicking around the hall counting the 
other boys that were there. Fifteen, just as there had 
been on the night of the fight, only this time there was 
only the one other girl, my conqueror, Cherrie. I came 
to a stop a couple of feet in front of Don; his eyes 
seemed to rape me, as he looked me up and down 
triumphantly.

"Nice outfit," he gloated.

"Let's get this over with," I replied with more 
confidence than I felt.

"All in good time," he laughed then glared 
threateningly, "You won't be so cocky by the time we've 
finished with you bitch. The clock starts ticking at 
eight thirty, you know what you have to do?"

"Yes," I responded with fear clutching at my heart.

"Well?" he snapped.

"I have to do whatever you want," I responded feeling my 
face flush with humiliation.

"That's right," he sneered, "whatever I want. No 
questions, no hesitation. I own you for the next 48 
hours. And just so you have it clear lady, for every 
time you don't do what you are told when you are told 
your boy over there gets hurt. For every time you balk 
at whatever is done to you he gets hurt. You don't speak 
unless told to, one word out of line and he gets hurt."

"I understand," I said in total defeat, "I'll do 
whatever you want, only don't hurt my son."

"We'll see how well you behave," he gloated, "And you're 
off to a bad start already."

"I don't understand," I gasped with fear clutching at my 
throat.

"I kinda figured you would have had the sense to know we 
wanted you lookin' pretty," he said in a low voice, "and 
you turn up with no make-up. Still, there's time to fix 
that. Cherrie take her out back and get her made up 
nice."

Cherrie grinned evilly as she pushed me towards one of 
the doors at the back of the gym; numbly I let her guide 
me to a room out back. She dumped a load of cheap make-
up on a table and stood back with her arms crossed under 
her breasts. As I began to apply the make-up Cherrie 
commented on how much and what type I should use, by the 
time I'd finished I looked like a cheap whore, my lips 
coated with a deep red lipstick, pale blue eye shadow 
covering my upper lids, rouge on my checks. 

She even had me put a coat of lipstick on my nipples so 
they would show up even more. Before we left the room 
Cherrie handed me a glass of what looked like vodka and 
ordered me to drink it all to 'loosen me up'. When we 
returned to the gym Don grinned and nodded his approval, 
looking at his wrist his grin grew wider and I knew that 
the time had finally come.

"It's time bitch," Don gloated, out of the corner of my 
eye I saw my son wince at his words, "I own you now!"

My heart missed a beat as I anticipated his ordering me 
to have sex with him or to suck him off then to do the 
same with all the others. Instead he reached into a bag 
beside him and pulled out a wide leather dog collar, he 
pointed at my son as he held the collar out to me.

"Take this and go over there and kneel in front of your 
boy," Don instructed, "then beg him to put the collar on 
you, I want it done up tight. You tell him to keep 
tightening it until you can't take any more."

I stared at him in horror that he was involving my son 
in his plans for me; it was bad enough to have him see 
my humiliation without having him as part of it.

"You were warned lady," Don growled menacingly.

He nodded his head and I heard my son cry out, turning 
my head I saw him in the grip of two boys who were 
pushing his arms up his back. Snatching the collar I ran 
over to my son, the boys let him go as I stopped in 
front of him and knelt down.

"Please Bob," I pleaded raising the collar to him, "put 
this collar on me."

His eyes were filled with tears that I knew didn't all 
stem from pain as he reached out to take the collar from 
me, moving behind me my son wrapped the collar around my 
throat. The leather felt cool against my skin as he 
buckled it behind my neck, Bob did it up loosely and I 
knew that he would suffer even more if I walked away 
with it so loose.

"Tighter Bob," I whispered without turning.

"But mum..." he breathed.

"Do it, please Bob." I cut him short.

His hands fumbled at the back of my neck and I felt the 
collar tighten a little, at the same time I was shocked 
to feel my nipples starting to grow hard! I felt a deep 
shame at my body's reaction to the situation I was in, 
getting turned on was the very last thing I had expected 
and I felt sick at my own weakness.

"More," I said to my son as he stopped again, "Keep 
tightening until I tell you stop. Do it for me Bob."

Bob hesitated then began to do as I asked, slowly he 
drew the collar tighter until the point came when I knew 
that if it got any tighter I would not be able to 
breathe. I had him stop and buckle it then stood up and 
went back to stand in front of Don.

"On your knees bitch!" he commanded, "From now on you 
kneel in front of me or any of the others here, 
including that wimp you call your son, unless told 
otherwise."

Sinking to my knees I looked up at him awaiting whatever 
was to come next, he looked down at me with triumph in 
his eyes. Walking around me he joked with the other boys 
about how obedient his new bitch was, how good I looked 
in my collar and how I was so eager to be there to 
please them all.

"You are eager aren't you." he laughed, "Tell us how 
eager you are to please us."

"I-I... want to please you," I said loudly knowing that 
I had to declare my surrender for all to hear, "all of 
you. I want you to use me however you wish, my only wish 
is to please you."

I saw my son close his eyes and hang his head, one of 
the boys beside him prodded him urgently in the side 
then direct him to keep watching. Above and behind me 
Don was laughing, revelling in his ownership of me and I 
felt hatred of him fill me; hatred and fear. He left me 
kneeling there as he wandered around his friends making 
comments on how happy I sounded to be there, finally 
stopping in front of my son.

"See what an eager little bitch your momma is." Don 
gloated to my son, "Get over here bitch!"

I jerked to my feet at his call and almost ran over to 
where he was standing, kneeling I looked up at him 
glaring my hatred at him even as tears of shame filled 
my eyes.

"See wimp," Don laughed, "see how eager she is to make 
me happy. Why don't you tell him momma."

"Bob," I said through the lump in my throat, "it really 
pleases me to make Don and his friends happy. I want to 
be used by them."

I would have hung my head in shame as I spoke, but the 
collar around my neck kept my head up and I could see 
the look of horror in my son's eyes as he looked down at 
me. His look hurt more than anything I had endured so 
far and I prayed that he would understand why I was 
speaking as I was, at the same time I prayed that Don 
wouldn't notice how my nipples were pushing at my 
blouse. It was a vain hope; Don looked at my breasts 
then smirked.

"Right out of her own mouth wimp," he sneered, "and if 
her saying it ain't enough look at how turned on she is, 
look at those fucking nipples poking at the blouse!"

Laughing he grabbed me by the hair and looked into my 
eyes, his fingers twisting and tugging at my hair as he 
spoke softly to me.

"There's still fire in those eyes lady," he mocked me, 
"but we'll change that soon enough. So tell me, is your 
cunt getting wet to go with those hard nipples? Is this 
getting you all turned on? Go on, feel your cunt, put 
your fingers in and feel how wet you are..."

He let go of me and I let one of my hands drop to my 
pussy, I gave a gasp of shock when I felt how wet I'd 
become. As I pushed a couple of fingers into myself I 
felt a familiar tingle of excitement start up, it was 
impossible yet there was no way I could avoid what I was 
feeling. Feeling sick and perverted I slid my fingers 
all the way in then pulled them out coated in my juices.

"Get him to lick them clean," Don went on as he pointed 
to my son who was looking at me aghast, "let him taste 
how hot you are."

Bob was pushed forward, his eyes wide as I held my hand 
up to him as I'd been commanded. He shook his head and 
tried to step back, Don hit him and barked an order for 
him to lick my fingers clean, pleading with my eyes I 
nodded to him to do it. His eyes closed as he leant 
forward a little to run his tongue over my juice coated 
fingers, with obvious reluctance he licked the juices 
from my fingers then sucked them into his mouth to get 
the last of my juices off. When he straightened my son 
had tears running down his face, his eyes wouldn't meet 
mine at all and I felt my heart sink at the thought that 
in protecting my son by submitting to Don I might well 
lose his love and respect for me. 

My son stumbled backwards as Don pushed him aside, he 
must have been able to see my pain in my eyes because 
his smirk grew larger. Expecting the command to have sex 
with him I avoided meeting Don's eyes, looking down I 
waited for his next words, dreading them.

"Strip." was all he said to me.

Obeying I stood up and unbuttoned my blouse, as I took 
it off I felt my nipples harden even more, dropping the 
blouse to the floor I reached to the button on the 
skirt, opening it I tugged the zip down and let the 
skirt slide down my legs. Stepping out of my skirt I 
started to take off my stockings, but Don had me keep 
them on, kneeling in front of him again I lowered my 
eyes to the floor in shame and humiliation as I waited 
for his next command. He called out to Cherrie to bring 
a lead, I trembled when a few moments later Don clipped 
a lead to the collar at my neck, he jerked it upwards 
drawing me to my feet.

"Time for the bitch to go walkies," he sneered.

He jerked the lead, drawing me after him as he walked 
towards the exit, I saw my son being hustled along by 
two boys as the rest of the group followed in Don's 
wake. Outside Don jerked the lead downwards and I knelt 
at his feet.

"Cherrie," Don grinned, "you take this bitch for a walk, 
a good long one."

Cherrie took the lead from his hand, jerking the lead 
she got me to stand up; I towered over her yet it was 
she who was in control of me. My high heels tapped on 
the tarmac path as she led me out of the screen of trees 
and bushes into the main area of the park, my naked body 
on open display to the world. I didn't even have the 
solace of darkness to conceal my nudity and shame, a 
bright light had been shone on me as soon as we'd left 
the bright lights of the gym, obviously Don had no 
intention of letting me hide may humiliation. 

Tugging at the lead from time to time Cherrie walked 
along a path that skirted the outer edge of the park, we 
passed three sets of gates and I felt relief to note 
that they were all closed, it meant that the park was 
empty of all but the group with Don. Then we came to 
another gate, I felt my heart sinking as I realised that 
it was nothing more than an opening in the fencing, 
there was no gate to seal it from the outer world. 

At first I thought Cherrie was going to lead me out that 
gate, but instead she followed another path deeper into 
the park, the lead jerking at me as she pulled me along. 
Somewhere a clock was striking nine and I felt shocked 
to discover how little time had actually passed, it had 
seemed to me that hours of humiliation had gone by, 
instead it was only half an hour!

We came to a children's playground and Cherrie lead me 
over to a climbing frame, she stopped and jerked down on 
the lead, I sank to my knees in front of her. The girl 
sat on one of the bars of the frame and spread her legs 
wide, I bit back a gasp when I saw her naked pussy; she 
was naked under her outer clothing! Cherrie pulled on 
the lead drawing me to her, then her fingers grasped my 
hair, with a sharp tug that made me wince the girl 
pulled my face down to her crotch. 

It didn't need the brain of an Einstein to know what she 
wanted me to do, but I had never been with a woman 
before and I hesitated, Bob's cry of pain from somewhere 
behind me reminded me forcefully that I could not afford 
to hesitate no matter what it was I had to accept. 
Leaning forward I ran my tongue along the slit of her 
pussy, the taste of her juices seeming strange in my 
mouth as I licked her out, her hand in my hair painfully 
guiding me to the points that gave her the most 
pleasure. 

Around us I heard the boys laughing and joking as I 
licked at Cherrie's pussy, their comments sending a 
burst of shame through me, but at the same time making 
my body react with arousal, which made my shame even 
deeper. Worse still was the knowledge that my son was 
watching as I pleasured the girl that had defeated me 
with such ease. It seemed that ages had passed before 
Cherrie finally groaned her way into a climax, her hand 
wringing in my hair painfully as she pulled me as tight 
to her as possible, her suddenly copious juices flowing 
into my mouth as she jerked and shudder on the metal 
bars. 

She wasn't done with me yet though, pushing me back the 
girl turned then leant over the bar, her bottom pointing 
straight at me, she jerked the lead again and I felt 
horror rise in me at the realisation that I now had to 
lick her anus as I had her pussy. Yet I moved to obey 
without pause knowing the penalty my son would pay if I 
didn't, I thought I would be sick as I licked at her 
puckered hole, pressing my tongue to it in an effort to 
penetrate her. Cherrie groaned with pleasure then 
reached back to pull my face even tighter to her 
backside, keeping me pressed tight to her crack as I 
licked her to another climax.

"Good little bitch." Cherrie said patting my head as she 
stood up after her climax.

Jerking the lead she continued the walk through the 
park, I stumbled along with her feeling totally defeated 
and expecting to be laid down to be taken by the boys at 
any moment. Yet we returned to the clubhouse without 
them touching me, I couldn't understand what was going 
on, I knew I was to be raped, but they seemed to be in 
no hurry to carry out the final humiliation.

Once we were inside Don took the lead again, Cherrie 
went out back while he led me to a mattress spread out 
on the floor to one side of the gym. I tensed with fear 
at the certain knowledge that they were now going to 
take me, I had no illusions that they would simply take 
it in turns to have me, that might happen at first, but 
sooner or later they would take me in groups. Jerking 
the lead Don had me kneel at the centre of the mattress, 
letting the lead drop he stepped back to look down at 
me.

"Well," he sneered, "did you enjoy your walk bitch?"

Though the bulk of me had abhorred the humiliation of 
that walk and having to lick the teenage girl to climax 
a part of me had been excited by it. I was tempted to 
tell him that I had hated the walk, but I knew deep down 
this was not what he wanted to hear, no matter what I 
felt about what was done to me I had to tell him I loved 
it, it was the only answer he wanted.

"Yes," I breathed in shame.

"Yes what?" he sniggered.

"Yes," I said more loudly while my eyes close to hold 
back my tears of disgrace, "I enjoyed my walk."

"Hey wimp," Don laughed, "your momma is some kinda slut 
ain't she."

I was too ashamed to look to where my son was standing 
to see how he reacted to Don's words. The sound of 
Cherrie's heels clicking on the gym floor heralded her 
return, I heard my son gasp loudly and raised my eyes to 
see what it was that had shocked him so. My eyes went 
wide when I saw Cherrie walking towards me, she was as 
naked as I was, her young breasts bouncing as she moved, 
but it was the strap on dildo she was wearing that drew 
a gasp from me to echo my son's. 

Shaking my head I stared at the size of the thing 
sticking out from her groin, it had to be ten inches 
long and two inches across; I trembled as it dawned on 
me what was to come next. Stepping onto the mattress and 
coming to a stop a couple of feet from me the girl 
looked at me and gave an evil smile.

She ordered me to take off the lead, with awkward 
fingers I manages to get it off and lay it at the side 
of the mattress as she had instructed, then I knelt 
there terrified of what was to come. Yet at the same 
time that perverted part of me I had never known I had 
was sending signals of excitement coursing through my 
body, trembling in mixed fear and excitement I waited 
Cherries pleasure.

"You want this?" she sneered down at me pointing to the 
dildo.

"Yes," I almost whispered, saying the only words I knew 
she wanted to hear, "yes I want it."

"Thought so," she laughed, the rest of the group 
laughing with her, "well if you want it you had better 
start by sucking it. Crawl on over here you slut and 
suck this cock!"

Obeying her command I crawled across the couple of feet 
between us and put my mouth to the artificial phallus, 
it felt hard and unyielding on my lips as I closed them 
around its head. Tears flowed from my eyes as I took the 
first few inches of it into my mouth, the hard cap 
pressing against my throat before I drew back again. 
With slow motions I moved my mouth up and down on the 
dildo, my tongue running on the underside of it as it 
push in and out.

"Jesus, call that cock-sucking!" Cherrie barked above 
me, "Take the fucking thing in bitch!"

Her words stunned me to immobility, I had never managed 
to take anything into my throat before; surely she 
couldn't expect me to take this giant artificial penis 
that way.

"Fucking do it!" she barked out as my son's voice rose 
in a cry of pain.

My mind was screaming that it was impossibility even as 
I tried to do as she wanted, pushing down on the dildo I 
let it press at the back of my throat then tried to push 
down on it even more. Gagging I pulled back to try again 
and again, but each time I felt as though it was choking 
me and would pull back.

"You'll fucking take it," Cherrie hissed viciously as 
Bob's voice rang out in agony in the background, "or 
your precious little boy gets an arm broke."

Bob was almost screaming in agony as I closed my eyes 
and tried pushing down on the thing yet again, my son's 
cries rang in my ears as I gagged but kept trying to 
push down.

"You get it all in and he stops getting hurt." Cherrie 
crowed down at me.

Gagging and choking I pushed down hard and at last felt 
the hard plastic push into my throat, god it was painful 
and I groaned both my pain and degradation as the thing 
slid further into my throat. I felt as though I was 
suffocating as I went on pushing down, the blood pounded 
in my ears almost drowning out my son's cries. Then my 
lips touched the base of dildo in a lewd kiss, above me 
Cherrie was laughing and pointing out the indignity of 
my position, but at least my son's screams had stopped, 
though I could hear him sobbing somewhere nearby.

"Oh yeah," Cherrie laughed, "this bitch loves it! Mouth 
fuck that dick bitch!"

Sobbing I pulled my head back letting the dildo slide 
out of my throat, letting it slide almost all the way 
out of my mouth before pushing down on it again. As I 
slowly 'mouth fucked' that hard plastic I began to find 
it easier to take, I no longer felt as though I was 
suffocating as it pushed into me and then to my horror I 
found I was starting to enjoy the feel of the thing 
moving in my throat. 

My mind screamed out that it was impossible for me to 
get pleasure from having this thing going in and out of 
my mouth, but my body was growing more and more aroused 
with each movement I made on the dildo. The point came 
where I groaned not in shame but in pleasure, I felt 
disgusted with myself, yet there was no escaping the 
excitement building in me nor was there any hiding it. 

Loud voices yelled derision at me as I began to move 
faster on the dildo, I heard Don shout out 'look at the 
slut go, she really digs it!' Cherrie was screeching at 
me to 'do it faster', I could not disguise the surges of 
pleasure running through me even while I sobbed 
tearfully in disgrace at my own actions.

"Jeez, the fucking slut's gonna cum!" one of the boys 
yelled out deridingly.

"Damn right she is." Cherrie crowed as I pushed up and 
down on the dildo, "I knew the fucking bitch was a whore 
and this proves it. Bet sonny boy can't believe what a 
slut his momma really is."

In my mind I screamed out in denial, but my body was 
making me groan out in pleasure as the very climax they 
had laughingly predicted I would have washed over me.

"Oh boy, she's fuckin' cumming!" a voice shouted with 
glee, "Look at that fuckin' cunt juice up!"

With a loud moan of unmistakable pleasure I pushed all 
the way down on the plastic cock and jerked into a 
climax, the laughter and lewd comments only seeming to 
add to the sensation that filled me. As my climax faded 
I felt degraded, I couldn't believe what had happened, a 
part of my mind was numb with shock as Cherrie had me 
release the dildo and kneel in front of her. 

Panting for breath I tried to understand what was 
happening to me, how I could be getting so aroused by my 
own degradation, but I couldn't comprehend it. Letting 
my eyes move I looked to where my son was standing 
holding one of his arms, his eyes and mouth were wide in 
disbelief, his head shaking as though trying to deny 
what he had just seen happen. 

Beside my son Don was laughing and calling me all sorts 
of filthy things, I felt my hatred for him well up and 
he must have seen it in my eyes because he stopped 
laughing, looked at Cherrie and nodded.


-= PART 2 =-

Somewhere I heard a clock striking the hour, ten chimes, 
only ten chimes, with dread I knew deep inside me that I 
had another 46 and a half hours of torment ahead of me. 
With a deep shame I wondered how I would be reacting by 
the time those hours had passed if I was cumming for 
them after only ninety minutes! Fearfully my thoughts 
dwelt on my son and what he must now be thinking of me, 
could he ever accept me again after this?

"Beg for it you fucking slut!" Cherrie hissed cutting 
off my thoughts, "Beg me to fuck you with this cock so 
your beloved boy can see just how big a whore his mother 
is!"

"Please take me with that cock," I said loud enough for 
them all to hear, "do me with it, please, I need it in 
me."

"Say the fucking word!" Cherrie almost screamed out, 
"Say it, slut, let's all hear what you want me to do!"

"F-fuck me Cherrie," I answered forcing down my shame 
and tears, "fuck me with that cock. Please Cherrie, do 
it, fuck me with it!"

She looked at me and shook her head, she must have seen 
that I didn't truly want what I was begging her for and 
she wanted to degrade me to the point of truly begging 
her to fuck me with the thing strapped to her crotch.

"Tell you what," she sneered, "you suck on it some more 
while I think about it."

Obediently I took the dildo into my mouth and throat 
again, this time one of her hands grasped my hair and 
moved my head in a fast hard motion that to my utter 
disgust had me rising to another orgasm within a few 
minutes. Before I could reach a peak Cherrie pulled my 
head backwards and looked down into my eyes.

"Now beg me," she whispered harshly.

My pussy was burning from the aborted orgasm, it was 
screaming for me to give it release, to fill the need to 
climax and I knew this was showing in my eyes as Cherrie 
stared into them.

"Oh god Cherrie, fuck me, I need it, please, fuck me, 
fuck me!" I cried out.

"Lie down and spread your legs." Cherrie laughed 
triumphantly.

I'd thought she would take me from behind which would 
have at least allowed me the illusion that it was a man 
taking me, but now I knew that she was going to take me 
as a man would, on top of me looking down at my 
humiliation and excitement. Still begging her to fuck me 
I lay back and opened my legs wide, Cherrie knelt 
between my legs, her eyes locked on mine as she reached 
forward to stroke my pussy, she sank a finger into me 
with a broad grin spreading across her lips.

"You are really hot for it aren't you bitch." She 
gloated as he pulled her finger from me.

She pushed the juice soaked finger towards my mouth and 
I swallowed it to the knuckle as I sucked my own juices 
from her skin. From all around me male laughter sounded, 
their voices raised in derision at my shameful arousal 
at what was happening to me, I felt totally despoiled 
yet helpless in the grip of the excitement my body was 
forcing through me. 

When Cherrie reached down to cruelly squeeze my breasts, 
to twist and tug at my nipples I couldn't hold back a 
moan of pleasure, I hovered on the edge of an orgasm as 
the girl played with my breasts, teased my nipples 
painfully and tormented my burning pussy by rubbing just 
the tip of the dildo along it.

"Should I suck on your tits?" Cherrie asked loudly.

"Yes, yes!" I cried out, "Suck them, please Cherrie, 
suck my nipples hard!"

With a laugh she lowered her head and kissed me full on 
the lips instead, her hands tugging at my nipples and to 
my eternal shame I responded to her kiss hungrily. 
Throwing my arms around her small body I held her tight 
to me, letting her tongue slide into my mouth as I 
humped my lower body trying to get the dildo into my 
burning pussy! One of the boys laughed 'hot damn look at 
her fucking demanding it!' with a hard shove she parted 
our lips then twisted her head down to suck at one of my 
nipples.

"Oh God!" I groaned out as her action sent a thrill 
through me then I was pleading with the girl, "Please I 
have to have it, Cherrie please give it to me, fuck me 
for god's sake fuck me!"

Her only answer was to move her mouth to my other nipple 
while I continued to plead with her to take me, I 
listened in horror to myself begging this girl to take 
me as though from a distance. Then she was kneeling up, 
I looked up into her eyes as she pressed the dildo to my 
yearning pussy, her face held a sneer of contempt for me 
that burned out of her eyes at me, but she savoured the 
sight of my increased arousal in my eyes as she pushed 
the cap of the dildo between my pussy lips.

"Where do you want this?" Cherrie whispered down at me.

"In my pussy, please, put it in my pussy!" I groaned 
trying to hump up onto the hard unyielding plastic.

"Where?" she asked again.

Through my haze of humiliation and pleasure I realised 
that she wanted me to use the crudest language to tell 
her and everyone present what I needed from her. I had 
hardly ever used foul language, begging her to 'fuck' me 
had been the first time I had used that word and now I 
knew what she wanted I did not hesitate.

"In my cunt!" I cried out loudly, "Oh god Cherrie, 
please, put it in my cunt!"

Her sneer grew wider as she pressed the dildo to my 
pussy then pushed down on it hard with all the weight of 
her small body. The whole ten inches of the thing rammed 
into me in a burst of delight that drove me straight 
into my climax! Screaming out for her to fuck me I 
jerked and humped against the fake cock that filled me 
to capacity, which had driven deep into my womb. 

Loud laughter fuelled my inner shame as Cherrie began to 
fuck me with harsh jerks of her body, tears of shame and 
bliss filled my eyes as she fucked me hard with me 
begging her to go faster! Climax after climax ran though 
me as this slip of a girl took me ruthlessly and then as 
I reached towards another peak she pulled away from me. 
Opening my eyes I looked up at her pleadingly, but she 
just smirked and ordered me to stand up, I obeyed with 
my legs threatening to give way beneath me. 

Still smirking the girl lay down on the mattress, the 
dildo pointing up into the air as I looked down on her 
with my while whole body seemed to burn with lust. 
Wordlessly Cherrie pointed at the dildo and I knew what 
she wanted me to do, straddling her body I lowered 
myself onto the dildo and let myself sink down on it 
with a groan. 

For a moment I sat impaled on the thing then I began to 
thrust up and down as hard and as fast as I could, 
almost driving the girl into the ground as I fucked 
myself even harder on it than she had done me. Cherrie 
laughed up at me, calling me a 'slut', a 'whore' and a 
'bitch', her words were echoed by the boys surrounding 
the mattress and even though I felt degraded by their 
words I could not stop myself moving on the hard plastic 
cock.

"OH GOD!" I cried out, "What's happening to me!"

Cherrie laughed up at me as I flopped forward gasping 
for breath, her hands pulled cruelly at my nipples until 
I cried out in pain, but even that seemed to excite my 
body so that my cry was tinged with pleasure. Leaning 
down I kissed the sneering girl hard, forcing my tongue 
between her resisting lips and for a moment I was in 
control of what was happening, but Cherrie was not going 
to let that happen, with a jerk of her body she threw me 
off her and stood up. 

Sobbing and shuddering in orgasmic bliss I watched as 
she took a tube of something one of the boys was handing 
her, watched as she squeezed out a clear gel onto the 
dildo then rubbed it over the surface.

"On your hands and knees slut!" Cherrie commanded.

Shaking I took up the position and gazed in horror as 
Don drew my son around the mattress until he was right 
in front of me, his eyes shocked and upset at the sight 
of his mother acting the way she was. Suddenly I felt 
coolness on my anus, my eyes went wide as a finger 
pressed into me almost without effort and it came to me 
that the coolness had been a lubricant. 

The finger moved out of me then the cool sensation came 
again, this time it felt as though the nozzle of the 
tube had been pushed in me as the cool gel entered my 
back passage. Then the finger was back pushing the 
lubricant further into me, coating my bowels for what 
was to come and although I had never had anything in my 
back passage before a surge of pleasure began to rise in 
me again. 

In front of me my son stared in dismay as I began to 
push back against the finger invading my bottom, but as 
soon as I moved it was pulled out leaving me trembling 
in anticipation of what would take its place.

"Look at her," Don was saying to my son, "she loves it, 
so much for your oh so pure momma wimp, look at her 
begging for it."

And I was begging for it, Cherrie was pressing the dildo 
to my anal ring and I was crying out to her to fuck my 
arse. This wasn't me, something was wrong, yet I 
couldn't find the concentration to figure out what, a 
part of me was thinking bewilderedly that it might be 
me, a me that had never had the chance to come out 
before, but the rest of me screamed out a denial of 
that. 

No matter how horny I had got in the past I had never 
begged this way, at first my words had been just that, 
words to satisfy their sick desires, but now I was 
really begging to be fucked, to be used in any way they 
pleased! I couldn't believe that I could act this way 
without something else acting on me.

Then my thoughts were torn asunder as Cherrie began to 
push the strap-on into me, I thought it would tear me 
apart as it stretched me painfully, but the lubricant 
aided its slow entry sending messages of ecstasy cutting 
through the pain. My eyes half closed as I pushed back 
against Cherrie, the dildo pushing deeper into my back 
passage, in front of me my son looked as though he would 
faint with shock at the sight of me screaming out for 
the girl to fuck my arse. My tears flowed again as I 
felt the humiliation rise even higher in me, but even 
then I couldn't fight the pleasure, it seemed to fill me 
until it was all that mattered.

"So what's your mom now?" Don asked my son.

"Shut up!" Bob said even while his eyes stared at me in 
shock.

"You know the slut threw the fight dontcha." Don 
sneered, "There ain't no way a kid as small as Cherrie 
could have beaten otherwise."

My son looked at Don then back at me with horror in his 
eyes, I shook my head in denial of Don's words, but I 
dare not speak out my denial for fear that my speaking 
out of turn would bring my son pain. I pleaded with my 
son with my eyes not to listen to Don even as they 
closed in orgasmic bliss as the dildo finally pushed all 
the way into my back passage, groaning I shuddered as I 
came, my breasts shaking lewdly in front of my son as 
they hung under me. 

Cherrie took hold of my hair and pulled me backwards to 
her, twisting my head round she kissed me forcefully, 
driving her tongue into my mouth as her other hand 
snaked around my body to tease one of my nipples. Then 
her lips were at my ear, her breath sounding loud as she 
started a fucking motion with the dildo by moving her 
lower body.

"When he asks," she was whispering in my ear as she 
nuzzled it, "you better fucking confirm everything Don's 
telling him."

"God no!" I gasped in voice so low even she could barely 
hear it.

"God yes!" Cherrie hissed in my ear, "If you want the 
kid to stay in one piece you'd damned well better go 
along with it."

My mind froze at what she was saying, even the burning 
desire that filled me was held at bay for a moment as 
the probable result of my confirming Don's lies came to 
me. Then the pleasure was overwhelming me again and I 
groaned in despair mixed with arousal as Cherrie began 
to pump the dildo up into my back passage with hard 
jerks of her body.

"Why?" I gasped out as bliss filled me again, "Why do 
you want to drive my son from me?"

"Why?" Cherrie hissed licking my ear lobe, "Because we 
can. Better him disgusted with you than crippled don't 
you think?"

"Yes." I groaned softly, "You know I'll do whatever it 
takes to protect him from being hurt."

"We know," she laughed, "you wouldn't have come tonight 
otherwise. So bitch, what's it to be?"

"I'll tell your damned lies." I moaned in despair, "Just 
don't hurt him please, I beg you."

"You behave and he'll be fine." She laughed in my ear 
then pulled my head around so that I could see my son, 
"Look at the little bastard, so shocked by his mummy 
begging to be fucked but still fucking getting horny 
watching it happen."

Aghast I let my eyes drop to my son's groin, the 
unmistakable bulge of an erection filled the front of 
his trousers and the size of the bulge was an even 
bigger shock. In my arse Cherrie was pumping hard and I 
bit my lip as a new wave of bliss ran through me, my 
eyes locked on my son's groin as I gauged the size of 
him as even larger than the dildo filling me. 

Shocked at my thoughts I forced my eyes up to his face 
then grunted as Cherrie pushed me back down onto my 
hands and knees again, Bob's eyes met mine and I cringed 
inwardly at what I was going to have to tell him. Don 
stood at his shoulder leering at me as I rose to another 
orgasm, the laughter and catcalls of the other boys 
filling me right along with my pleasure.

"Look at her Bob," Don said to my son, his eyes looking 
over my shoulder to Cherrie then his lips curving into a 
victorious smile, "you think she'd be fucking cumming 
like that if she hadn't wanted this in the first place? 
You think she'd be begging to be fucked if she didn't 
want it? Shit, you can hear she means it when she begs 
to be fucked, that ain't no acting."

"No," Bob breathed, "no she couldn't have done what you 
say."

"Ask her," Don sneered, "ask the slut if she threw the 
fight just so she could get fucked by us. Ask her if she 
agreed the terms of the bet before she came to the 
fight. Ask the slut who it was that suggested the terms 
of the bet."

An orgasm ran through me as Cherrie continued to bugger 
me without mercy, my despair at the words Don was 
feeding to me while talking to my son came out as an 
orgasmic cry. My anguish grew as I saw the doubts 
starting to rise in my son's eyes, I could see he didn't 
want to belief what Don was saying, but at the same time 
Don was telling him to ask me to deny it and I knew that 
for Bob's safety I couldn't deny any of it, no matter 
how bad it sounded.

"Fucking ask her," Don persisted, "then tell me what 
your oh so loving mummy is!"

"M...mum?" Bob said with a trembling voice as the crowd 
suddenly fell silent.

Behind me Cherrie continued to move making me groan out 
to fill the deafening sudden silence, my son was 
trembling as he tried to get the words out, to ask me 
the questions Don had fed him.

"Mum," he finally got out, "who set the terms of the 
bet, you or Don?"

I felt the dildo press into me and Cherrie's fingernails 
dig into my buttocks as a warning to speak as they 
wanted me to.

"I did." I breathed with barely a hesitation.

My son seemed to stagger at my response, Don propped him 
up while telling him to ask the rest.

"D...did you agree this bet before the fight?" Bob asked 
in a voice without any tone to it.

"Yes," I answered, "I met Don that afternoon to make the 
deal."

"No, it can't be!" he gasped, "Please mum, tell me you 
didn't throw the fight just so you could lose the bet."

"I can't tell you that Bob," I groaned as the moving 
dildo in my arse sent even more pleasure rushing through 
me, "I did throw the fight. I couldn't get such pleasure 
as I'm getting from Cherrie now and as I'll be getting 
from Don and the others if I won. I had to throw the 
fight!"

His eyes were almost glazed as he took a step back, 
almost as though I had struck him a physical blow, then 
a burning anger sprang to his eyes. I sobbed at the 
seething emotion of disgust he held in his eyes as he 
looked at me, but the sob came as a shudder of pleasure 
ran through me and was taken by him as one of enjoyment 
rather than of despair.

"SLUT!" he spat at me and because of the collar round my 
neck I couldn't even hang my head in shame.

Don clapped my son on the back as Bob looked at Cherrie 
behind me.

"Fuck her, fuck the whore!" he said to her loudly.

His words were taken up by all the others as Cherrie 
began to move even faster and harder in my back passage, 
a chorus of 'Fuck the whore!' rang around the hall and 
in my ears as the girl did just that, their chant 
getting faster as her motions became faster. My whole 
body seemed to erupt in orgasm after orgasm as the dildo 
rammed in and out of me until Cherrie pulled out of me 
letting me drop to the mattress in a shuddering heap. 
Leaving me lying there she went to Don and kissed him 
then went out back, Don looked at Bob then whispered 
something to him as my senses began to return to 
something near normal. 

As Don whispered to my son Cherrie came back, still nude 
and still wearing the dildo, in her hand was a glass 
that she brought over to me; my hands shook as I drank 
the liquid in the glass at her command. It was as she 
was reaching to take the glass that it suddenly dawned 
on me why my body was betraying me so, I stared at the 
empty glass then up into Cherrie's face.

"Penny finally dropped did it?" she chuckled in a low 
voice, "Yeah, there's stuff in the drink, it makes you 
so hot and horny you can't fight it. And when you drink 
the next one in a couple of hours it will be knowing 
what's in it. By the time you've had four or five you 
won't give a fuck what's happening to you!"

She took the glass and walked away from me, leaving me 
to wallow in my misery even as the burning lust rose in 
me again, but now I knew what it was and why I was so 
helpless against it. Raising my eyes I looked at Don 
still whispering to my son, in the distance came the 
chimes of eleven thirty, I had another 43 hours to get 
through and I knew that there was even worse to come in 
that time. My eyes flicked around the circle of boys, 
noting them loosening their clothing and I knew that it 
wouldn't be long before I was going to be pleading with 
them to fuck me. I saw Cherrie come back without the 
dildo on, though she held it in her hand, dully I 
watched her come onto the mattress beside me to stand 
over my kneeling from.

"Enough rest." Don's voice suddenly cut across my 
thoughts, "Bob's got some things to ask you slut, you 
answer him when he asks them."

I nodded wondering what other filth he'd poisoned my 
son's mind with, what other perversions I had to endure 
to protect a son who now hated me.

"Do you really need to be a sex slave to get off?" Bob 
asked, my face turning crimson at his words, "Is it 
really the only way you can cum?"

"Yes it is." I answered without hesitation, cringing 
inwardly at the shock in his eyes.

"How many times have you done this with Don and his 
gang?" he asked.

I looked at Don in horror as I realised that he was 
leading my son to believe that I had come willingly, 
that the whole fight thing had been a set up. Don 
smirked over my son's shoulder and mouthed the word 
'five'.

"Five." I answered dully.

Bob gasped and looked over his shoulder at Don as though 
finally fully believing the youths lies, I couldn't 
blame him for believing them he couldn't have heard 
Cherrie telling me to confirm whatever Don said, or have 
seen Don feeding me the answers to his questions over 
his shoulder. That my answers were matching what Don had 
told him was apparent proof positive that Don was 
telling the truth. Without hope I looked at my son as he 
licked his lips, his eyes filled with the pain of what 
seemed to be my betrayal of him to his greatest 
tormentor. Bob looked at Don again then back to me, 
nervously he opened his mouth to ask the next question.

"Tell me you don't drink piss." he breathed.

I felt sick at the answer I had to give my son, but I 
had to give it.

"I love to drink urine." I lied to my son.

Even as I sat and endured the torture of the questions 
being asked of me my body was growing ever more aroused, 
whatever had been in the drink was obviously working 
it's evil way in my system.

"I can't believe it!" Bob gaped.

"Show him Linda." Don smirked, "Show your son how much 
you like drinking piss. Cherrie will help you."

Bob stared wide eyed as Cherrie had me lay down, weeping 
silently I opened my mouth and watched her squat over 
me, I felt sick to my stomach, but knew that I had to 
drink her urine and so lower my esteem even more in my 
son's eyes. Suddenly a gush of warm salty liquid was 
filling my mouth, gulping desperately I drank it all as 
fast as it filled my mouth, my actions seeming to show 
how expert I was at this perverted act.

"Oh fuck." I heard Bob groan, "She didn't lose a drop."

"I told you," Don chuckled, "she loves it."

As though confirming his words my body chose that moment 
to go into a chemical induced orgasm, at least I prayed 
it was the drugs I'd been given that was the cause, I 
was sure of nothing any longer. Above me Cherrie was 
standing up, her legs astride as she pointed at her 
pussy in a clear indication that I was to lick her 
clean. Sitting up I licked at her pussy, cleaning it of 
the remains of her urine while heading towards another 
climax myself.

"That's gross!" Bob exclaimed in disgust.

Cherrie pushed me away from her with the spiked heel of 
her shoe, as she walked over to stand by Don I knelt up 
in the position of subservience Don had demanded of me 
at the start of the evening. I looked at Don and he 
indicated with his eyes that I should look at my son; I 
let my eyes obey his silent command. Bob was looking at 
me with utter loathing, his look hurt me more than any 
physical blow ever could, but somehow I managed to not 
show this to him.

"What are you?" he breathed.

"A slut," I answered immediately knowing full well the 
role I had been set in, "A whore that will do anything 
to get satisfaction."

He turned away from me and I looked at Don, he was 
smiling as though he'd won the lottery, he mouthed to me 
'beg me to fuck you' and I nodded my understanding. 
Raising my voice I begged Don to fuck me, I told him I 
needed him; that I had to feel his prick in me; to feel 
him fill me with his meat and his 'spunk'. Throughout 
this my son's shoulders slumped lower and lower as 
though I were striking at him with every word.

"Better get ready boys," Don gloated as he came towards 
me shedding his clothes, "you know how hot the slut 
gets. And don't forget her 'cocktail', you know how much 
she loves that."

I felt my tears flowing as I watched all but my son 
strip down, at the same time the damned drugs were 
sending me crazy with desire. As Don came onto the 
mattress I saw Cherrie go over to my son, put an arm 
around his shoulders, lean her naked body against him 
and start to whisper in his ear, her lips brushing his 
cheek from time to time as she spoke. Don followed my 
gaze and laughed, I looked up at him and wondered just 
what sort of animal he was that he could destroy two 
lives with such glee.

"See them over there," Don leered down at me as he 
pointed at a group of five youths, "they are getting 
your 'cocktail' ready, a glass of spunk with a dash of 
our special drugs mix. You'd better make a good show of 
drinking it down or you know what happens."

"Bastard," I breathed, "I'll do what you say, but tell 
me why you have to destroy my relationship with my son."

"You got no say in anything or any right to ask anything 
bitch," he growled, "but I'll tell you anyway. My mother 
dumped me; I have always hated people like you that had 
it good together. Now you know, and here's something 
else for you, you aren't the first we've done this to, 
and you won't be the last. When we're done with you 
we'll move on to somewhere and someone new, never know, 
Bob might tag along with us just at the others joined me 
when I'd done with their mums."

I stared in dismay at the other boys, horror-struck at 
the knowledge that each of them had seen their mothers 
degraded and defiled then taken up with the defilers to 
do the same to other innocent women and her sons. As my 
eyes moved around the room I saw Cherrie kissing my son, 
her body pressed tight to his, if it had been in my 
power I would have throttled the girl, but I was 
powerless and my shoulders slumped in defeat as I looked 
back up at Don. He could see that any tiny resistance I 
might have had left was crushed in me, his grin shouted 
out his victory over me.

"What now?" I asked in a low voice, "What else is there 
to do to me?"

"You'll see bitch," he revelled in my defeat, "and 
whatever it is you take it and act like you love it. 
Hell the drugs will make sure you enjoy it whether you 
like it or not. Breathe a word of what's really going on 
to the brat and I swear I'll kill him, you just take 
your cues and go with them."

I knew his threat was not an idle one; I had to play out 
the game his way to the bitter end, it meant I would 
probably lose my son, but he would at least be alive and 
unharmed. Nodding my compliance I waited for Don to 
start the next phase of my defilement, my eyes drifted 
to my son, he was undressing with Cherries help, not 
exactly eagerly, but not too reluctantly either. As soon 
as he was naked Cherrie was all over him again, I knew 
she was doing everything she could to get my son well 
and truly aroused, I only hoped she'd not leave him 
frustrated. My attention was jerked back to Don as he 
called out for my 'cocktail', one of the five boys that 
had been masturbating into a glass came over stirring 
the thick white fluid that three quarters filled it, 
mixing their juices with the drugs they'd laced them 
with.

"Hey Bob," Don called out, "you have to see this. I 
never tire of watching the slut drink down a glass of 
spunk."

My son turned and I was shocked to see his erection, it 
was huge and Cherrie was leading him over to the 
mattress by it. The drugs already coursing through my 
system were driving me crazy with lust, as I took the 
glass of sperm I wondered how even more of this drug 
would affect me. Quelling my fear I licked my lips as 
though in anticipation, raised the glass to my lips and 
drained it in one go, gulping down the thick sperm as 
though loving it's taste. 

As I lowered the glass I saw Bob staring open mouthed at 
me, I gave what I hoped looked to be a happy smile and 
shrank inside as his eyes filled with loathing and 
disgust. Then Don was laying back on the floor, his hard 
cock standing up from his body as he called me to him, I 
didn't hesitate, and rising to my feet I went over to 
him, straddled his body and lowered myself onto his 
cock. 

The feel of him sliding into me made my body shudder 
with growing excitement, knowing that it was the drugs 
making me so hot did nothing to ease my shame at my 
body's reactions, nor did it ease my inner pain as I 
made all the movements to fuck Don in front of my son. 
Raising my eyes I cried out as an orgasm washed over me, 
it felt more powerful than anything I had felt so far 
and I suddenly knew what else the drugs were doing to 
me, they were making my climaxes more powerful than I 
could ever hope to cope with. 

Laughing up at me Don reached to my tits to twist my 
nipples painfully, pulling them out from my body as 
though he intended plucking them from me, in front of me 
my son looked on as I showed every sign of loving what 
was being done to me.

"She's one hot bitch," Don panted out to my son, "She 
loves everything you do to her, never met a slut like 
her before. Hey, I got an idea Bobby boy, you still see 
this as your mum or what she really is, a low whore just 
out for her own pleasure?"

Silently I prayed he would respond that he saw me as his 
mother, my whole body quivering and straining on Don's 
cock as I bucked in climax on it.

"As a fucking low whore," my son responded after only a 
brief hesitation, his next words cutting me to the very 
centre of my being, "I don't know who this is, but she 
sure isn't my mum."

My cry of despair at his denial of me sounded like a cry 
of bliss as my body erupted into another orgasm so 
intense I thought I would faint. But even the drug 
fuelled lust in me paled briefly at Don's next words.

"In that case you have got to get some of it." He 
laughed breathlessly, "Hop up her and shove that horse 
dick of yours down her throat, man you'll love how she 
feels. Just don't go choking her just yet, I know she 
loves being choked, but man we all got to get some fun 
with her too."

Even my horror at Don's invitation to my son couldn't 
hold off the drug-induced sensations for long, as my son 
stepped onto the mattress I felt my body almost explode 
with bliss. At the same time I felt fear rising in me at 
Don's comments about choking me, what did he mean by 
them? What was it I was supposed to love? 

Then my thoughts were driven from my mind as I felt 
something brushed against my lips, opening my eyes I 
found myself staring at my son's monster of a cock, a 
horse dick Don had called it, and he was damned close in 
his description. Looking up at my son's face I saw him 
looking down at me disdainfully, opening my mouth I 
looked into his eyes trying to beg him not to do this to 
me, but either he didn't notice or didn't understand 
what my eyes were saying.

"Come on slut momma," Don laughed from below me, his 
cock pushing up into me as I paused in my motions, 
"don't leave the kid hanging there, put him in your 
mouth and give him a good suck-fucking."

Raising a hand I grasped my son's cock and drew it to my 
mouth, I felt my jaw cracking as his girth forced my 
mouth painfully wide, but I didn't pause, pushing 
against him I drove his long, thick cock into my throat. 
All the while my eyes were locked on his, despite all 
the shivers of delight running through me I kept my eyes 
open and held to his eyes, I saw his disbelief as his 
cock slowly sank into my throat, the rise of excitement 
as my throat tongue and mouth massaged his erection. 

When I finally managed to get all his erection into me 
my son put his hands to the back of my head and pulled 
my face even tighter to his groin driving his cock a 
whole inch deeper in my throat. I groaned in despair and 
bliss around his flesh, wave upon wave of pleasure 
filled me to the point of distraction and when my son 
began to pull out of me I braced myself. Out and out he 
went, then suddenly he reversed direction to slam his 
cock back into my throat, I squealed out in pain and 
pleasure as my own son began to fuck my mouth hard, at 
the same time Don began thrusting up with a similar 
force into my pussy. 

Even without drugs I knew I would have been quickly 
driven to an orgasm under this double assault, with the 
drugs I felt as though my world was exploding in 
ecstasy, gurgling around my son's cock I added to his 
motions by moving my head with his thrusts at the same 
time I jerked down to meet Don's up thrusts! For Don it 
was too much, within minutes he was pushing up into me, 
his hot semen spurting into my depths as he came and 
driving me even higher into rapture, but Bob kept on 
going as though he could go on forever.

"Hey kid," I heard Don gasp out through the haze of my 
euphoria, "pull out of her so I can move. Then you can 
try her cunt, you'll love it and so will she!"

I groaned as my son did as Don asked, pulling his cock 
from my aching throat and standing aside as Don pushed 
me off him like a piece of baggage, he rose then pushed 
me over onto my back with his foot.

"Fuck the sluts brains out boy." he sneered as he pushed 
Bob between my legs.

The next moment I felt my son's giant cock thrust all 
the way into me, I screamed out in ecstasy as his entry 
drove me wild with desire. Looking over my son's 
shoulder as he lay still with his cock buried in me I 
saw Don leering down at me, he mouthed at me to beg my 
son to fuck me, telling me silently to act the slut he 
was making me out to be. Fighting back a sob I whispered 
in my sons ear that he should fuck me hard, he leant up 
and stared down at me, my eyes were filled with tears as 
I started to beg him to fuck me, humping my pussy on his 
motionless cock as though desperate to feel him fucking 
me. 

Suddenly he groaned and his eyes closed, but his cock 
slowly began to move in me, his sheer size pulling my 
flesh as he drew back then thrust into me hard. Within 
seconds I was lost in orgasmic bliss, even through my 
haze I realised that he would have driven me to this 
point without the need for drugs, I could not believe 
how good my own son's cock felt as it moved ever faster 
in me. 

He seemed to go on pounding into me forever, before long 
I was flopping around under him like a rag doll, his 
frenzied thrusting making my body jerk with each 
downward thrust, my cries had become whimpers of delight 
as he fucked me through drug boosted climax after drug 
boosted climax. When he suddenly pushed up into me then 
tensed I gave out a weak squeal, deep, deep inside me it 
felt as though a hot geyser has erupted as his sperm 
flowed and flowed and flowed.

**

Sometime later I became aware that my son's body was no 
longer pressing on mine, his cock no longer filling me 
to more than capacity, groaning I opened my eyes and 
struggled to my knees fighting the desire in me to curl 
up and let exhaustion take me. Bob was standing over me, 
his eyes looking strange, I could read all of what he 
was feeling, but part of it was confusion, then Don drew 
my attention by moving to my son's side. Taking my son 
Don looked at the other boys, he looked at me then at my 
son, turning my son around he had him look at me.

"Okay boys," Don said without taking his eyes from mine, 
"she's all yours, remember she likes it in threes."

I fought back my urge to open my eyes wide in shock, 
instead I licked my lips and nodded, my son watched me 
intently with that strange look in his eyes as three of 
the youths came over to where I knelt submissively. 
There was no finesse or gentleness in their actions, one 
of the boys lay back and I was ordered to sit on his 
cock, as it slid into my pussy I felt a finger pushing 
lubricant into my back passage for which I was thankful, 
though I knew that a different lubricant would be 
filling me all too soon. 

With a cry I climaxed as I finally sank the full length 
of the cock in my pussy, even as I came I was pushed 
forward onto the boys chest and a body was pressing on 
my back, a cock probing at my anus, I cried out as it 
suddenly sank into my. The third youth knelt in front of 
me, his cock waving in front of my face, reaching up I 
took hold of his erection and drove my mouth down onto 
it, his cock sinking into my throat easily. My body was 
erupting in bliss as the three of them began to fuck me 
mercilessly, pierced in every hole I possessed I 
couldn't do anything more than let them use me as they 
wished. 

Thankfully they didn't last long, I think I would have 
died if these youths had the staying power of my son, 
the three of them came within seconds of each other, 
their juices flooding into my mouth, pussy and arse as 
they grunted out their pleasure. Moments later they were 
moving away from me, laughing and joking about having 
'fucked me good' as I forced myself back up to a 
kneeling position. Apart from my son and Don there had 
been fifteen other youths in the gym, three had taken 
me, which left twelve more to go, four more groups of 
three. 

Even as I had these thoughts the next three were 
entering my body, things took on a dream like quality as 
I was used to sate their lusts, nothing more than an 
object there for their pleasure. After each group left 
me I would force myself to kneel up to await the next 
group, my mind lost in a blur of rapturous bliss and I 
no longer knew or cared if it was the drugs or my own 
body's pleasure that made me feel so ecstatic.

Kneeling up again I waited for the next group to take 
me, but as the moments passed it dawned on me no-one had 
come over to me. I had no idea how long it had taken 
them all to have me, but I could not believe that they 
would just stop, hoping against hope that my ordeal was 
at last over I forced my eyes to focus. 

The first thing I saw was Don and Cherrie talking, he 
seemed annoyed about something, then I saw my son 
standing near them trying to look inconspicuous as he 
listened in on their conversation. Suddenly Cherrie 
nodded and went out to the back rooms, a moment later 
she was back with a glass that I knew had to contain 
more of the foul mixture that had me burning up with 
desire, a desire that seemed to grow stronger rather 
than weaker with time. 

Without a word Cherrie came over to me and thrust the 
glass out to me, numbly I took it and drank the 
contents, as I lowered the empty glass I noticed that 
the Cherrie was wearing the strap-on again and I knew 
that she too would be taking me again soon.

"So how did it feel to fuck your own son?" she sneered 
as took the empty glass from me.

"Wonderful," I said truthfully as I stared at the dildo.

She laughed loudly, and then reached out to tug at one 
of my nipples.

"You get that after the boys have well and truly lubed 
you up for me," she stated, "all of them get to use all 
your holes before I fuck you again. Work it how for 
yourself how many times that means you get fucked before 
I get to you."

I stared at her as my mind whirled, each of the boys had 
used one of my holes, and their juices were flowing out 
of my pussy and arse already. What she was telling me 
was that they each were going to take me twice more, 
once for each hole they had not used yet.

"Oh god, thirty times!" I gasped in horror.

"Yeah," she gloated, "thirty times and then I get to use 
you again. And you had better beg me to fuck you when 
the time comes bitch."

Suddenly I realised why she had been talking with me, it 
was not out of any thought of letting me rest; it was so 
the drug could work it's evil way into my system. I 
hadn't thought the fire that burned in me could get any 
hotter, but now they were raging infernos as the drug 
cocktail hit me, every breath threatened to make me 
climax, my pussy was literally burning with a need to be 
fill, by nipples ached they had become so hard. 

Cherrie laughed as she moved away from me loudly 
declaring that I was ready for the next round, the first 
group were moving in on me even before she was off the 
mattress, just the touch of their hands on my skin drove 
me to wild climaxes and when they entered my body I 
could only whimper weakly as the power of the sensations 
filling me drove all thoughts from my mind. 

I know that five groups of youths took me one after the 
other, I know that between each group I managed to get 
back to a kneeling position, but all I can remember of 
it is one long blur of rapturous ecstasy. Even when they 
broke off after they'd all used me for the second time 
the bliss filled me to the exclusion of all else and I 
lay quivering helplessly for ages before I finally came 
down enough to kneel up again.

Vaguely I remember Cherrie giving me a glass again, of 
draining it and returning the empty glass to her. I 
couldn't concentrate on anything but the raging inferno 
of lust that was filling me, it drove me, controlled me, 
pushed me and I heard myself screaming to the boys to 
fuck me! Gleefully they took me three at a time and with 
force, each group now taking ages to cum and driving me 
to the point of passing out as they filled me three by 
three. 

Nothing else mattered any more, not even my son, only 
the yearning need to be fucked that filled me 
completely. At last the boys finished with me, tossing 
me aside they left me lying on the mattress, but I 
wasn't alone for long, Cherrie waited until I showed 
signs of recovering somewhat before joining me on the 
mattress.

The first thing I saw as I regained some of my senses 
and opened my eyes was the strap-on dildo mere inches 
from my face, the girl rolled me onto my back and 
straddled my head facing towards my feet. The fake prick 
came down towards my mouth and I just opened wide and 
let it slide into my throat, Cherries 'good bitch' 
ringing in my ears as the burning filled me again. 

Leaning forward Cherrie licked at my pussy, her tongue 
lapping at the semen that flooded me, then she pulled 
the dildo back until it barely touched my lips, her 
mouth moved and I screamed as she bit at my clit hard. 
My scream became a choked gurgle as she suddenly thrust 
the dildo down into my throat with a ruthless force; 
time and again she did this, ramming the hard plastic 
into me while she tortured my clit with her teeth.

"Don't stop, please don't stop!" I gasped weakly when 
she suddenly moved away from me.

"Oh I've no intention of stopping," she laughed, "just 
gonna take you another way."

As she stopped talking I felt the dildo surge into my 
pussy, I screamed out in bliss and went on screaming 
while she pounded in my pussy mercilessly. Between 
screams I begged her to fuck me harder, to do me faster, 
a part of me was reeling in dismay at my actions, but it 
lay trapped behind a barrier of sensations that would 
accept nothing more than the total abuse of my body. My 
head thrashed as I went through climax after climax, at 
one point I remember my eyes meeting those of my son's, 
he was weeping as he watched me pleading with Cherrie to 
take me, to abuse me, to fuck me without mercy. But even 
his pain couldn't break through the burning in me! 

I was insatiable as I begged for more and with a 
chilling laugh Cherrie called on the boys to 'keep the 
bitch quiet'; they carried out her wish by filling my 
throat one after the other with their cocks. Now the 
only sounds were my muffled squeals, the slap of 
Cherrie's body hitting mine with cruel force as she 
fucked me with that tireless prick she wore, the heavy 
breathing of the boys as they fucked my mouth, their 
grunts as they came off deep in my throat and of course 
their laughter and gibes about the 'slut' servicing 
them.

Some endless time later Cherrie pulled the dildo from my 
pussy, the boys moved away and I whimpered at them to 
carry on, to keep fucking. A heel dug into one of my 
boobs making me cry out with pain/pleasure, looking up 
with unfocussed eyes I saw Cherrie standing over me, one 
foot planted on my boob as though she were a huntress 
and I her trophy, then she moved her foot and rolled me 
onto my stomach. 

I barely heard her barked command to get on my hands and 
knees, but I struggled to obey with the cruel laughter 
of the gang ringing in my ears. When I had finally 
managed to get into the position she wanted me in 
Cherrie came behind me, with one thrust she forced the 
dildo into my arse making me scream, but once again I 
was silenced by cocks being thrust into my willing mouth 
one after the other. Once again the only sounds were 
those of their pleasure, my pleasure and their derisive 
laughter. 

I wasn't even aware of the point at which I passed out, 
my abused mind and body unable to take any more of the 
blissful torture.


-= PART 3 =-

I woke with a start then groaned as my body screamed out 
it's pain to me, my arse, pussy and throat felt raw, but 
my mind felt partially my own again. Opening my eyes I 
found myself alone on the mattress, I had no idea how 
long I had been unconscious, nor how long they had used 
me for, though it had felt like forever. With a struggle 
I made it back to the kneeling position to await their 
further pleasure, even now I could still feel the 
effects of the drug I had been made to drink, the fires 
of lust still burned deep inside me despite the pains of 
my body.

"She's awake." a voice said off to my left.

"About fuckin' time." I heard Don's voice reply.

Raising my eyes I saw Don sitting on a chair in front of 
me, glancing around I saw the rest of the boys lounging 
in chairs or on mats. As I turned my attention back to 
Don I saw Cherrie come out of the back rooms with a 
dreaded glass of liquid in her hand. Then I realised 
that Bob was nowhere in sight, I looked around fearful 
that he had left me to my fate in disgust.

"Don't panic bitch," Don laughed drawing my eyes back to 
him, "the wimp's asleep out back, Cherry will get him 
when she takes the glass back."

I slumped with relief, and then took the glass thrust 
out to me, draining it I grimaced at the sharp flavour; 
it hadn't tasted that strong before. Don must have known 
what I was thinking, he laughed then rose from the 
chair, came over to the mattress and stood looming over 
me, his fingers hooked in the collar around my throat as 
he leant me backwards. I was forced to look into his 
eyes as he spoke to me in a low, almost evil voice.

"That was a double dose," he said, "we're nearly done 
with you, only another eighteen hours to go and you are 
going to be screaming for every minute of them."

I felt chilled by his words even as the drug started to 
work its way into my system fanning the fires of lust 
higher yet again.

"Ever tried bondage?" he went on, "No? Well you'll love 
it. And you'll love being spanked, especially when your 
bastard boy does it to you."

He carried on talking, describing acts of depravity that 
he and the others would perform on me; acts that he 
would get my son to perform on me. Each act he described 
made me cringe inwardly, at the same time the lust 
burned higher and higher in me as the drug cocktail did 
it's evil work on me.

"And the best part of it is you will be begging us to do 
these things to you," Don laughed, "begging us to hurt 
you and abuse you, begging your own son to abuse you and 
hurt you too."

Closing my eyes in shame I knew I could not fight this 
youth, that I would do everything he said I would even 
to begging Bob to abuse me. I felt him jerk the collar 
then release me, kneeling I tried to put an expression 
of pleasure on my face, in this the damned drug helped 
out as fresh waves of bliss started to fill me, not a 
hand was touching me and I was already rising to an 
orgasm. 

Then Cherrie came back with my son in tow, he looked 
across at me then looked away again as though ashamed to 
see me. Hiding my pain I remained kneeling on the 
mattress awaiting whatever was to come with an 
expression of happiness fixed on my face. From time to 
time by body gave a shiver as waves of pleasure surge up 
then receded, Don had given me an idea of what to expect 
and amid the growing tidal surges of bliss I was filled 
with fear.

"Okay, we've wasted enough time with this resting shit." 
Don suddenly declared, "Let's start the final part with 
a rematch, get over here slut!"

Still weak I nevertheless got quickly to my feet, 
crossed the room to where he was standing and knelt in 
front of him, Cherrie sauntered over to stand beside me, 
her strap-on cock sticking out from her tiny body.

"Well bitch, this is your chance to get your own back 
against Cherrie, you and she will fight again" Don 
stated with a smirk, "only this time there's no wimp out 
of a submission, this time it ends when one or the other 
of you is physically unable to go on."

I knew that I hadn't a chance, I was already too weak 
from the hours of abuse I'd suffered at their hands, add 
to that the effect the drugs coursing through my system 
and there was just no way I could even hold my own 
against Cherrie. Despite all this I nodded my agreement 
and went to rise to my feet, I never got there, without 
any warning Cherrie swung round and kicked me in the 
solar plexus, I grunted in pain as all the breath was 
forced from me, staggering backwards I fell flat on my 
backside on the hardwood floor. 

Curling up in a ball I tried to get my breath back while 
protecting my vital areas, I reckoned without Cherrie, 
almost in a frenzy she kicked at me, hitting me in the 
back and ribs, even hitting me on the pussy. The blow to 
my already aching pussy jerked me out of my ball and 
straight into Cherrie's merciless hand, reaching down 
she dug her fingers into my breasts and used them to 
cruelly to drag me up on my feet. 

As soon as I was upright she was slapping at my face, 
jerking my head from side to side with each blow and 
there was nothing I could to do stop her, though I did 
make a last ditch effort to get a blow of my own in. 
Barely had I started my swing than Cherrie was acting, 
with a twist and twirl she was suddenly behind me, I 
cried out as my knees were kicked out from under me, 
then the breath fled my body again as the girl jumped on 
my back and driving me to the hard floor. 

In desperation I tried to get up again, but I had 
neither the strength or time to do this, in a heartbeat 
Cherrie drove me down to the floor by kneeling in the 
small of my back then grasping my collar and pulling 
backwards towards her. The collar dug at my throat as 
the girl pulled my upper body up and back, and the 
collar was choking me, I felt my senses fading and a 
sense of relief that my passing out would end the fight 
in yet another win for Cherrie. Only she had other, 
crueler plans that choking me into unconsciousness, as I 
hovered on the edge of passing out she let go of the 
collar letting fall back to the floor so hard than one 
of my lips hit a tooth and began to bleed. 

Almost out cold I lay panting and gasping for breath, 
dimly I was aware of my arms being forced behind me, as 
my senses swam back I felt something being wrapped 
around my wrists then my elbows and I realised that 
Cherrie was tying my arms behind my back. Weakly I tried 
to fight against being tied, but I was way too late, 
even as I flexed my arm Cherrie was finishing the last 
knot, she stood up then kicked me over onto my back, 
crushing my tied arms under me. 

Moving to my feet she kicked my legs apart, when I tried 
to lash out at her with a foot she jumped clear then 
moved in on me again, her shoe sole came down on my 
already aching pussy, she ground her sole on my pussy as 
though stubbing out a cigarette. Screaming I tried to 
squirm away from her, but she stayed with me, crushing 
my pussy lips cruelly, then she threw herself on me, 
forcing my legs open she shoved the dildo all the way 
onto my aching pussy then began to fuck me as though in 
a frenzy. 

Fuelled by the drug lust and my own natural arousal at 
being fucked I shot into an orgasm, whimpering I tried 
to buck her off, but I hadn't a hope of getting the 
leverage to dislodge her with my hands tied behind me. 
Suddenly Cherrie was slapping at my nipples even as the 
dildo slammed in me cruelly, I cried out in both pain 
and bliss, desperate for both escape and sexual release!

"Hell, that's got to be enough," I heard my son's voice, 
"she can't fight with her hands tied, Cherrie can do 
whatever she wishes. Doesn't that count as physically 
unable to continue?"

"I guess you could be right," Don replied, "but let 
Cherrie have a little more fun first. You ain't worrying 
about the slut are you?"

"What do I care about her," my son's voice cut through 
me like a knife, "I just thought you prided yourself on 
keeping to the rules once you'd set them. Let Cherrie 
fuck her to death for all I care."

"Hear that bitch," Cherrie hissed down at me, "even your 
own son don't give a fuck what happens to you any more, 
good job for him you still worry about his precious 
skin."

Without warning she began fucking me again with the fake 
prick, despite the terror filling me, despite the 
anguish of my son's final rejection of me I erupted into 
an orgasm after only a few minutes of her starting to 
fuck me again. At the same time she was slapping my face 
and breasts, twisting my nipples making me scream in 
pain, in between all this she was punching my breasts 
and she didn't stop until Don shouted at her to give it 
a rest. Cherrie rose to her feet and once again posed 
with her heel digging into my boob, with a contemptuous 
final kick at my prone body she walked away from me.

"Get up bitch, you ain't hurt that bad." Don barked out.

With my hands tied behind my back it was a task to get 
up, but finally I managed it, staggering I went over to 
Don to kneel in front of him. Though it wasn't mentioned 
I knew that my arms were not going to be released, this 
had to be the start of the bondage scene Don had 
mentioned earlier, beside Don my son stood stiffly in 
both senses, his whole body was tense and his glorious 
cock was at full attention, but my son refused to look 
at me.

"You have got to see this Bobby boy," Don laughed, the 
lies dripping from his lips, "I didn't believe it the 
first time she had me do it to her, but she fuckin' 
loved it! You want us to tie you in your favourite 
position slut?"

"Oh please, yes tie me in that way." I responded trying 
to sound eager.

A glass was thrust at my face, unable to take it I let 
Cherrie hold the glass to my lips and tip it, I drank 
the even more bitter fluid wondering just how many doses 
I was being fed. Minutes later I no longer gave a damn 
how many dose I'd just drunk as a blast of ecstasy shot 
through me. Don commanded me to stand and then follow 
him; my whole body tingled and burnt with lust as I 
staggered after him, Bob following behind me. We came to 
a bench and I knew that I was expected to lie on it, my 
arms crushed into my back as I lay back, with cruel 
force Don parted my legs and tied my ankles to my thighs 
then a rope was looped under the bench and around my 
throat below the collar. 

Understanding of this position came to me as Don 
straightened up, my was pussy was open for their use, if 
I fell from the bench I'd be choked by the rope, if I 
jerked too much in the throes of the orgasms I knew 
would be hitting me I'd choke. 

Then they were taking me, pride of place went to my son, 
Don let him be the first to take me in his position, my 
son's cock surged into me and I cried out in pleasures 
as he started to fuck me in a frenzy, almost as though 
he was trying to get off quickly. If that was his intent 
his own natural staying power defeated him, for a good 
thirty minutes my son drove me up the scale of orgasmic 
rapture, at times I would jerk so much that the rope cut 
into my neck and when he eventually came deep inside me 
I hit a peak that had me straining upwards in deadly 
ecstasy. 

By the time Bob raised himself from me I had almost 
choked into unconsciousness, but I had barely a minute 
of recovery time when Don pushed his cock into me and 
sent me into choking orgasm after orgasm. Then all the 
other boys took me in this position, by the time they'd 
all had me I was in my orgasmic dream world again. I 
vaguely remember being released from the bench and 
dumped unceremoniously back on the mattress, my arms 
still firmly tied behind my back. 

Sometime later my senses began to return, I saw them all 
drinking cans of some drink or other, and I felt my own 
thirst rising in me. As my mind cleared slightly I 
wondered how long it had been since I'd eaten something 
other than sperm, drunk something other than drug laced 
vodka and sperm. Struggling to my knees I assumed the 
position that was required of me, Don was the first to 
notice me kneeling waiting on their pleasure, he grinned 
and came over to the mattress.

"You keep cheating us out of time," he grinned, "by 
rights you should make it up somehow."

"How can I do that?" I asked foolishly.

"Well it's simple," he laughed, "just announce that you 
feel you've cheated them out of eight hours and you want 
them to carry on until eight thirty tomorrow morning."

"Even my dulled mind knows that's twelve hours not 
eight." I said in surprise.

"Yeah, well the extra is to cover any time you rob us of 
between now and then." He smirked, "It's up to you... 
Hmmm, wonder where that boy of yours has got to?"

There was no mistaking the unspoken threat within Don's 
change of subject to my son; I knew that there was 
really no other choice I could make. If it hadn't been 
for the collar holding my neck straight I would have 
hung my head in defeat, as it was I lowered my eyes and 
wept as the conviction came to me that the nightmare 
would never come to an end.

"Okay," I muttered weakly, "I'll stay yours until eight 
thirty, but please, I am so thirsty, could I have 
drink."

"Sure you can!" he almost cackled, "And here's Cherrie 
to ease your thirst now."

In fact Cherrie was stepping onto the mattress as he 
made his comment, inwardly I cringed at the effects 
another dose of whatever it was lacing the drinks would 
be on me, each glass had driven me to a higher level of 
depravity. The power of the orgasms I had under the 
influence of this drug were indescribable, the nearest I 
could come to doing so would be like shoving a live 
mains wire in my pussy. Nevertheless I opened my mouth 
and let the girl pour the liquid into my mouth, 
swallowing I pulled a face of distaste.

"A triple, without the booze flavouring," Cherrie 
laughed as she walked away with the glass.

"Ah well, rest period's over," Don smirked, "time for 
you to perform some more."

"Please," I gasped, "please tell me why us, why me?"

"Why not," he grinned, "part of it was that your boy was 
dumb enough to fall for the fight ploy, and of course so 
were you. But you'd been chosen before that, we knew as 
soon as we spotted you and the wimp together that you 
were a happy mother and son, who better to fuck up?"

He started to move away from me, and then paused, 
turning he looked down at me and smiled coldly.

"Best we get it all said," he said, "you've got two more 
doses of the 'cocktail' to take, both will be double 
what you've just had now. Funny thing with that mix of 
stuff, after the sixth single dose it has a permanent 
side effect, you've had what amounts to nine single 
doses with another twelve to come, no turning back for 
you now."

"Oh god," I moaned both in dread and in excitement as 
the doses I'd just taken began to push my body to the 
heights of pleasure again, "what side effects? Please 
tell me."

"With pleasure," Don laughed, "what you're feeling now, 
the hyped up sexual sensations, the insatiable hunger 
for sex in any form and any way you can get it, they'll 
never leave you now. The intensity won't be as bad, but 
you'll always feel horny, always have the itch to be 
fucked, putting it bluntly you'll be a nympho slut! Well 
you did ask."

With that he walked over to the rest of his gang, 
amongst who was my own son, I sobbed for myself and for 
my son. A moment later they were all heading towards me 
and I knew that the next ordeal was to begin.

With my arms still firmly tied behind me I was pushed 
across the gym to a vaulting horse, it was shabby and 
torn; its legs had been cut down, yet it looked strong 
enough to hold me. This time I was thrown face down, my 
head dangling one side of the horse, my legs the other, 
my legs were tied to the feet of the horse while a rope 
was passed through the collar lead ring to be tied to 
the grab bars I lay between. 

At first I was relieved that the rope had been attached 
to the back of the collar, but my relief was short 
lived, it lasted right up to the point the first boy 
took me in the mouth. This round started with Don 
fucking my pussy, in moments I was climaxing, though I 
couldn't lift my head due to the restriction of the rope 
fixed at the collar. 

As Don took his pleasure another of the youths came 
around to my face, he had no need to command me to open 
my mouth, I had it open and awaiting his pleasure even 
as he closed the distance between us. Soon he was deep 
in my throat, fucking my mouth as hard as Don was 
fucking my pussy, then he took a step closer forcing my 
upper body to rise a little, but this was not what he 
wanted, his hands pressed down on my shoulders and I 
gurgled as the collar tightened around my neck. 

One after the other they took me, each doing me twice 
and each pushing my shoulders down as they used my 
mouth, and each time I felt the collar start to choke 
me. Only one of them didn't push down as he fucked my 
mouth and by the sheer size of the cock he thrust into 
me I knew it had to be my son. 

As if all this weren't enough Don began to spank my 
buttocks as he fucked my pussy as did every boy that 
fucked my pussy thereafter, including my son, though his 
blows were more caresses than spanks, Once again the 
ordeal ended when that had sated their lust for the 
moment, for a while they left me hung limply over the 
horse, but at last they untied me, apart from my arms, 
and tossed me back on the mattress.

Laughing at my shuddering, exhausted body the boys began 
drinking again, amongst them my son who I saw pointing 
at me and laughing. Of everything that I had endured so 
far the sight of my son laughing along with my 
tormentors at my expense was the most painful, I knew at 
that moment that I had lost him, that he would be 
leaving with Don, leaving me broken in spirit and body 
for his sake. Wishing I could just lie there and wallow 
in my despair I finally struggled up to my knees.

"Ah, the bitch can't get enough, damn it!" Don crowed, 
"Tell you what, how about we take the slut walkies 
again, you can walk her this time Bobby boy, fancy 
that?"

"Too fucking right I do!" I heard my son answer, 
seemingly only too pleased to add to my humiliation.

And that was that, the lead was reattached to my collar 
by my son, he jerked it to draw me to my feet then 
headed out the door with the group following along 
behind. This time my path was different, my son headed 
straight for the open gate, he didn't even hesitate as 
he led me out of the park, with the damned drug burning 
away inside me I kept climaxing every few minutes. 

My son took me around the whole outside of the park 
until we came back to the gate we had exited from, 
jerking the lead he took me back into the park and this 
time the path we followed was the same Cherrie had taken 
from the very same gate. So it came as no surprise to 
find myself back at the playground, the only difference 
this time being that my hands were firmly tied behind me 
and it was my son guiding events. With a jerk of the 
lead Bob took me over to a roundabout, as he had me 
kneel on the thing the other boys were spreading 
themselves around the roundabout.

"Don says you complained of being thirsty," Bob said in 
a flat, expressionless voice, "he thought you might be 
hinting that you were hinting at something else. Were 
you?"

Don was behind and to one side of my son, out of his 
cone of vision Don was miming what was to happen to me 
and I felt sick.

"I was," I said gulping back bile, "I have a craving to 
drink piss."

"Well," my son sighed, "you've got your wish, we've all 
topped up and are all busting to pee. Starting with Don 
the roundabout will be turned clockwise until you've 
drunk from everyone.

"Thank you." I smiled what I hoped was a look of glee.

Gently the round-about turned until Don stood before me, 
his cock was already free of his trousers, leaning 
forward I took the tip of the of his cock in my mouth 
and had it almost immediately flooded by hot, mineral 
tasting urine. Fighting the urge to gag I swallowed as 
fast as I could, but some of the liquid spurted out of 
the sides of my mouth to dribble down my chin and onto 
my breasts. When he was done I had to lick him clean, 
then the roundabout turned to the next boy and the whole 
process started over. I wept with shame when a powerful 
climax ran through me as I drank from the third cock, 
then another hit me with the fifth and by the time I had 
gone full circle I was in a state of constant orgasm. 

I breathed a silent sigh of relief that this part of the 
ordeal was over, but I was wrong, there in the middle of 
a children's playground Don, my son, fifteen other 
youths and Cherrie gangbanged me. By the time they had 
finished with me I was barely able to kneel let alone 
stand, but my son jerked my up to my feet and almost 
dragged me back to the gym. I was thrown on the mattress 
and left to recover on my own. Over and over I kept 
thinking 'God how much longer does this goes on?' it 
already seemed that an eternity had passed.

Yet as soon as I felt strong enough to get to my knees I 
did so and awaited with dread what was to come next. As 
I knelt up Cherrie came over with yet another glass in 
her hands, the taste of the fluid was foul and I 
remembered what Don had said about the last two doses, I 
had just drunk six single doses and there was another 
six to come. Barely had these thoughts come to me than I 
felt my body bursting with ecstasy, I needed to be 
fucked as the only way to dull the burning, I sobbed in 
bliss as I screamed out for someone, anyone to fuck me 
and to do it right now!

God did they fuck me, for the first time in hours my 
arms were untied, they had me spread my legs and lay 
back on my heels, bent back like this my wrists were 
tied to my ankles, a rope was also fixed to the collar 
and tied to my ankles. Despite the deep fear that I may 
well choke in this position I was screaming to be fucked 
hard. 

That is just what they did, in the pussy and mouth they 
took me without mercy, oblivious to the sounds of my 
choking as my head jerked when I would climax, and since 
I started climaxing as soon as a cock pushed into my 
pussy I was barely conscious by time the last of them 
flooded his juices into my exhausted body. When they 
finally untied me my whole body jerked and shook as the 
nerve jangling climaxes I'd done my best to constrain 
hit in one long burst that had me flopping around as 
though in a fit.

They left me to rest, for all of twenty minutes; I had 
managed to get to my knees in fifteen, but the ignored 
me as they stood around discussing something. When they 
at last came for me I followed where they led, which was 
to the centre of the hall, my own son threw a couple of 
ropes over a beam and Don tied a rope to each of my 
wrists.

"Pain time," Don whispered to me as he tightened the 
last knot, "You'll soon see what I mean and as soon as 
you do you'd better start begging for it to be done to 
you."

Fear chilled my heart as they pulled on the ropes until 
I was teetering on just my shoe tips, then my heart 
froze when I saw Don handing out rubber hoses. They were 
going to beat me with them, I had no doubt about that at 
all, Don had already hinted at it. Fighting my panic I 
tried to look excited at the prospect of my forthcoming 
beating, a surge of drug induced ecstasy made my acted 
look seem real and I started yelling out to them to beat 
me. It was my son that stepped forward first, this 
shocked me back to a momentary sanity, he was smiling as 
he swished the hose as though practising, yet I could 
not read the expression in his eyes. Then he was in 
front of my dangling body, he ran the hose over my body 
and I climaxed.

"I get the honour," he said in a voice that sounded 
lifeless, "of beating you first, I get to do it six 
times slut, then the others all join in."

"Do it, " I said trying to sound husky, "do it, do it 
hard, beat me!"

Suddenly he struck out, the hose hitting me across the 
breasts, I had expected it to hurt more yet it was more 
than enough to send me crashing into an orgasm that went 
on and on as he beat me. At his sixth blow the rest of 
the group surged forward and began to beat on me as 
well, unlike my son's strikes theirs hurt, they hurt a 
hell of a lot! Screaming in fear, pain, and orgasm and 
for them to keep beating me I jerked and shook in my 
bonds, trying vainly to escape the blows aimed at me 
while exhorting them to hit me. At one point they all 
laughed coarsely at me as my bladder cut loose, urine 
streaming down my thighs to pool on the floor beneath 
me. 

Then it all suddenly stopped, groaning I hung limply in 
my bonds, my body screaming out its pain to me as I 
sobbed in despair and fear. When they released my wrists 
I fell to the floor lifelessly, this time they didn't 
even bother to move me to the mattress, they left me 
lying in my own pool of urine while they went to rest 
themselves for whatever was next on their agenda...

Dimly I became aware of the chimes of a clock sounding 
out seven, through the dirty windows there was daylight 
and I groaned in relieve at the thought that there was 
only another ninety minutes to get through. I lay still 
and tried to recover my strength, but as I lay there 
Cherrie came over with the final glass of drug laced 
vodka, raising my head by my hair she poured it into my 
mouth and I gagged at the flavour as it slid down my 
throat.

"Stronger," I muttered weakly.

"Yeah bitch," Cherrie hissed in a whisper, "ten doses. I 
know Don said six, but what the fuck, you may as well go 
out higher than a kite."

Her words 'go out' rang in my head as she walked away, 
after all I had been through, surely they didn't intend 
killing me, oh God, surely not that! Minutes later the 
drug was coursing through my body, it sent a sexual 
driven strength through me that had me on my knees 
calling out for more. Even as I was begging then to do 
me a part of me was frozen with fear at the prospect of 
death.

My fears were merely heightened when they took me back 
to the centre of the gym, this time it was only one rope 
they threw over the beam and it was attached to my 
collar. Then they retied my arms behind my back, the 
ropes cutting into my skin. I almost fainted with relief 
when I was ordered to my knees, though they then took up 
the slack on the rope I had at least a chance of 
avoiding choking by stretching upwards or even rising to 
my feet. Or so I thought! 

Don quickly disillusioned me of that idea as he came 
over to fuck me first, he took me in the mouth first, 
forcing his cock deep into my throat, he fucked my 
throat with cruel strokes, taking hold of the back of my 
head he took a step backwards and I tried to scream as 
the collar dug into my neck, hardly a sound escaped past 
his cock buried in my throat. 

When he came I was in climax and gurgling as the collar 
strangled me. Don moved away and after a few minutes 
another took his place, all of them fucking me in the 
mouth and all of them dragging me forward so that I 
choked while sucking them off. At least they gave me a 
few minutes each time to recover a little, last to take 
me was Bob and although I felt him step back he somehow 
held his body forward and for the first time I did not 
choke as I sucked off a cock.

For a time I was left to get my wind back, but then it 
began all over again, this time they took me in the 
pussy, fucking me from behind and pushing me forward so 
that I would choke, by the time each boy was done I was 
hanging limply in his grasp on the verge of 
unconsciousness. Thankfully they left me long enough to 
regain my senses before the next boy would take me until 
once again it was my son's turn to fuck me. Somehow he 
managed to make it look as though he was pushing me 
forward while actually holding me higher and totally 
relieving the pressure on my neck, I couldn't fathom why 
he was going out of his way to ensure I didn't suffer by 
choking.

What I thought was to be the last round came as no 
surprise, each of them fucked my arse, bending me 
forward until I was seeing red. Time after time my 
senses faded, the blood pounding in my ears as the ever-
greater pressure of the collar digging into my neck 
drove me to pass out. And again it was my son who took 
me last and who also managed to do it in such a way as 
to keep the pressure from my neck. When he at last came 
deep in my bowels I breathed a sigh of relief. I had no 
idea what time it was, but I was sure that it was well 
past the extended period I had agreed to so many hours 
ago.

"Don't get feeling relieved just yet bitch," Cherrie 
said stepping forward, the dildo once again strapped to 
her groin, "now it's my turn!"

I wanted to scream out 'NO!' I wanted it all to stop, 
but instead I meekly looked at Cherrie and started 
begging her to have her way with me. She looked around 
as though checking that no-one was watching her, then 
held a glass to my lips and I drank the contents even 
though I knew that I was ingesting even more of the drug 
cocktail that had already made me sexually insatiable. 
For a moment Cherrie left me alone, then she was back, 
the glass gone, but not her evil smile, that smile 
chilled me and I looked around the gym in the vain hope 
of rescue from some quarter.

"Looking for your precious little motherfucker, bitch?" 
Cherrie laughed cruelly, "He's out back helping the guys 
pack up. When he comes out here you are going to tell 
him to leave, you will tell him you want some time alone 
with Don and me."

"Oh god no," I wept as my fear grew to panic, "but I was 
to be freed at eight thirty, Don said so."

"So he lied." Cherrie grinned, "It's nearly ten now 
bitch, and you go free when we're finished with you. Now 
you gonna tell your fucking son what I told you to 
or...?"

She left the threat to my son unspoken, though she knew 
that I was aware of what the 'or' was. It had been hard 
to think with the drugs coursing through my body keeping 
me focussed on the need for sexual gratification, but 
now the latest dose I had been given was starting to 
kick in and I was too weak, too defeated to even try to 
resist them for even a second. At that moment my son 
came into the gym from the back room, he was carrying 
some boxes and seemed oblivious to my presence, Cherrie 
nudged me as he walked across the room.

"Bob," I called out to him trying to sound calm and 
happy to be in the position I was in, "when you've done 
with those can I talk to you for a minute."

He didn't respond, not even to look in my direction when 
I spoke, through the growing haze of lust and fear I 
felt crushed by this. Cherrie was chuckling quietly as I 
knelt there awaiting my son's return, no words can 
describe how I felt at having been forced to turn my own 
son against me to save his life. Then Bob was back, he 
came over to where I was kneeling and looked down at me, 
though he avoided meeting my eyes.

"Bob," I said keeping my voice sounding 'happy', "I want 
a little time alone with my lovers, Don and Cherrie, 
would you go home by yourself? I'll be along later, 
after ... after I've said goodbye to them."

"Whatever, slut." He sighed.

I wanted to scream out at him to help me, to save me, 
but instead I watched him turn and leave without a 
backward glance and as soon as the outer doors had 
closed behind him I broke down and sobbed in despair. 
Cherrie laughed at my misery, her fingers twined in my 
hair and pulled my head up so that I looking into her 
cold, cruel eyes.

"How's it feel bitch?" she gloated, "How's it feel to be 
treated worse than a lump of shit by your own precious 
son?"

I couldn't answer her; even the drug-induced passion 
couldn't penetrate my wall of despair at that moment.

"Think he gives a fuck about you now?" Cherrie laughed 
tugging at my hair.

"No," I whispered through my sobs, "No, not now, not 
after all this."

"Don't worry dearie," she laughed tapping me on the 
cheek, "in a few more minutes that dose I gave you will 
kick in, then it's you that won't give a fuck about 
anything as long as you get fucked."

"Where's the kid?" Don's voice came from across the 
hall.

"Gone," Cherrie laughed, "Mama sent him home."

"Shit, not again!" Don cursed.

Even the depths of despair could only act as a barrier 
to the drug driven lust rising in me for so long, I felt 
my whole body starting to burn with the need to be 
satisfied even as Don came to stand in front of me.

"Cherrie," he was saying angrily, "don't fucking do a 
Colchester on me, I told you then what I'd do if you 
killed another one!"

"Jesus," she cursed with a touch of fear in her voice, 
"that was a fucking accident Don! I won't let his one 
die, not quite, but she pissed me off, I want to do her 
till she begs for mercy."

"Okay, but just remember," Don said menacingly, "she 
dies and you join her, I fuckin' mean it Cherrie!"

Cherrie said something that seemed to satisfy Don, by 
now I could barely concentrate on anything but the 
rising tidal wave of lust that I was drowning in. He 
turned his attention to me and seemed delighted at my 
distress, reaching down he tilted my face so he was 
looking into my eyes.

"Was it worth it?" he smirked, "Was it worth all this to 
save your boy?"

"Yes!" I breathed.

"Well he's safe now," Don laughed, "so you gonna start 
resisting us now he's out of reach?"

"No," I whispered.

"Louder slut." he said sharply.

"No," I said a little louder, my mind splintering as the 
drugs did their work, "I won't resist you."

"Not in the least?" he laughed loudly.

"Not in the least," I answered realising with terror 
that my words were absolutely true, that I could not 
resist him or Cherrie, or indeed any man that commanded 
me from that point on.

He could see in my eyes that I had come to this 
realisation, his grin broadened as he held my chin.

"Want Cherrie to play with you a while?" he asked, "Want 
her to fuck you almost to death?"

"Yes!" I breathed as a climax washed over me, "Please 
Don, let her fuck me, let her fuck me to death!"

"Tempting," he laughed letting go of my chin, "might be 
nice to watch a bitch get screwed to death, but I think 
we'll let you live. Not that you'll thank us for that. 
The slut's all yours Cherrie, we'll wait for you in the 
bus, you got three hours max, no longer."

With that he walked away and it was only then that I 
noticed that everyone else was gone too, only Cherrie 
and I remained. Inside of me a part of me was screaming 
in terror as it watched the sexual beast I had become, 
but it was locked away too deep to show, instead I 
turned my eyes to Cherrie's cruel face.

"Please Cherrie," I breathed as another climax hit, 
"please fuck me, I need it, Cherrie I need to be fucked, 
fuck me, fuck me fuck MEE!"

Cherrie laughed then lashed out, her hand slapping my 
face so hard I nearly fell, the rope tightened and the 
collar dug into my throat.

"Yes!" I croaked and gasped as I struggled back to my 
knees, "Beat me! Fuck me! Hurt me!"

She slapped me again laughing as I swayed, choked and 
struggled back upright to beg her for more. Reaching to 
the collar she released the rope then pulled me to my 
feet by my hair.

"We'll go back to that later," Cherrie nodded at the 
dangling rope, "but first I'm going to hurt you good."

Her hand lashed out in a balled fist hitting me in the 
gut, gasping I doubled over then sank to my knees which 
was where Cherrie had wanted me. Gasping for breath I 
begged her for more, the inner me was shocked at how 
depraved I had become in such a short space of time, but 
Cherrie revelled in it. Forcing me backwards she had me 
assume a position where the heels of my shoes were 
digging into my shoulders, then she squatted over my 
face with the dildo pointing at my mouth. 

Without a word from her I opened my mouth and gave a 
gurgling scream as she drove the dildo into my throat, 
my whole body bucked in orgasm as she forced herself 
down on me with all her weight as though she were trying 
to drive the dildo down to me stomach. When she pulled 
back I groaned with disappointment, then gurgled in 
pleasure again as she drove back into my throat, I 
became lost in ecstasy as she fucked my throat with 
bruising force. 

Time lost all meaning, only the pleasure that driving 
dildo was blasting through me was all that mattered, the 
bliss of being taken in this way consumed me and when 
the dildo suddenly slid from my mouth I wailed in 
frustration!

"Stand up slut!" Cherrie's voice commanded as though 
from a distance.

Trembling with anticipation I struggled to my feet, when 
she ordered me to part my legs I did so eagerly.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I screamed in anguish and ecstasy as 
Cherrie kicked me in the pussy.

Falling to the floor I lay shuddering and wailing; my 
body filled with bursting orgasms that dulled the pain. 
Then she had me lay back on my heels again, this time 
with my legs spread wide, she stood over me as I looked 
up at her with eyes that pleaded for her to fuck me, 
that echoed the words I was screaming to her. 

Her foot pressed on my pussy and I shot into another 
orgasm, she twisted her foot as though stubbing out a 
cigarette and I screamed to her for more as my body 
bucked and writhed in pleasure. Her laughter merged with 
my voice as she knelt down, pressing a knee to my 
aching, yearning pussy she reached down to my nipples 
and I screamed with pained pleasure as she tried to lift 
me by my nipples.

"OH GOD! YES! YES!" I cried out, "PULL THEM HARDER, 
HARDER! EEEEYAHH!"

I almost fainted with pleasure as her knee moved back 
then crashed into my pussy, I would never have believed 
that pain could give so much pleasure, nor that I would 
ever get so much pleasure from being hurt so much!

"See," Cherrie laughed as she ground her knee on me, "I 
told you you'd love anything that's done to you! And 
even when the drug is out of your system you'll be the 
same, it fucks you up the way Pavlov fucked up those 
dogs! So..." she paused to punch my tits then went on 
through my cries, "What do you want now bitch?"

"To be fucked," I begged as my body bucked in rapture, 
"I need it, please, please!"

She laughed and repositioned herself between my legs; 
her hands touched my bruised pussy lips, caressing them 
with a gentleness that was as exciting as it was 
unexpected. My orgasmic pleasure grew and grew under her 
suddenly gentle touch, her fingers soothing away the 
pain then slipping into my pussy. 

Leaning over me Cherrie kissed me on the lips the way a 
lover would and I responded eagerly, her other hand 
moved to my tits and gently stroked my aching nipples 
and my rapture just grew as I groaned, mewled, gasped 
moaned and cried out the joyous feelings her gentle 
touch raised in me. Had my hands been free I would have 
enfolded Cherrie in a loving embrace, all I could do was 
accept her touches and let her hear my pleasure in my 
voice. 

Kissing and licking her way down my body she took a 
nipple in her mouth and gently rolled it on her tongue, 
sucking softly as she did so, I was in seventh heaven 
when she added two more fingers to the one already 
moving in my pussy. 

If I had been possessed with any power of thought I 
would have wondered at the girl's suddenly gentleness, 
would have been concerned that it was just a lead up to 
something bad, but I had no power to think such 
thoughts. I couldn't even tell anymore if it was the 
drugs or me that was responded to the things the girl 
did to me, but I would have accepted anything just to 
keep feeling this rapture! "EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAA!" I 
screamed as Cherrie bit into my nipple drawing blood.

She sat up, her eyes glinting as she watched me writhe 
in a pain driven orgasm, her three fingers in my pussy 
moving faster, driving me to an even higher peak. Then I 
felt her little finger slide into me, now she was 
pressing four fingers into me, her hand moving quickly 
and driving me out of my mind with pleasure.

"YES! OH GOD YES!" I screamed as Cherrie curled her 
thumb into her palm and forced her whole hand into me to 
the wrist.

"Like that do you bitch?" She laughed as she fist fucked 
me furiously.

"Nnnnnmmmmm, yes," I groaned, "more! Harder! 
Nnnnnmmmmm!"

And she gave me more, trusting her arm into me until she 
couldn't force any more in, and she gave me harder by 
pulling back then thrusting in with all her strength! My 
whole body leaped from the floor in its ecstasy skewered 
on her fast moving arm as I cried out for even more!

"NO!" I screamed in anguish as she pulled her arm out of 
me, "PUT IT BACK! PUT IT BACK!"

"Shut-up fucking slut!" Cherrie hissed as she began to 
slap my tits.

Then she was pressing the dildo to my pussy, thrusting 
into me so hard that she grunted as our bodies met, with 
frenzied movements she fucked me, driving me to ever 
higher peaks of pleasure that drove my voice heavenward. 
Some blissful time later her voice merges with mine as 
she ground into my cunt and tensed in orgasm, she seemed 
to strain against me for ages before suddenly pulling 
out of me. Rolling me over with her foot she ordered me 
to raise my backside, with my shoulders pressing to the 
floor I knelt up eager for whatever she wished to do to 
me.

"Ooooh!" I moaned ecstatically as she sank the fake 
prick into my arse.

Then, as she fucked me hard in the arse, Cherrie reached 
round and dug her finger nails into my clitoris, my 
orgasm exploded to a peak, my body bucking so hard that 
I almost threw her. On and on she pounded, her breathing 
becoming laboured as she took me without mercy while I 
begged her to keep going even harder!

I must have fainted with pleasure, because I suddenly 
came back to my senses with a yearning for something to 
fill me, I didn't care where, mouth, cunt, arse, just so 
long as something was fucking me! Fingers curled into my 
hair and I was suddenly jerked to my knees, the dildo, 
fresh from my arse was thrust into my mouth and I 
fervently sucked it into my throat, cleaning it and 
fucking it at one and the same time.

When she was satisfied that I had cleaned her toy 
properly Cherrie pulled it from me ignoring my cry of 
disappointment, once again she used my hair to move me, 
this time she drew me to my feet and pushed me towards 
the dangling rope. Staggering on legs that shook in 
ecstasy I went to the rope and stood under it, she had 
me attach it to my collar then kneel down, eagerly I 
obeyed, anything so that she would fill me with the fake 
prick again!

"I've only got an hour left bitch," Cherrie crooned as 
she slapped at my nipples, "but you're going to think it 
an eternity."

Suddenly her hands were all over me, caressed, pinching, 
teasing, hurting, driving me to ever more powerful 
orgasms while her laughter was almost lost in my 
blissful cries. Then she stopped, just like that, she 
stopped and I screamed my pleas for her to go on as I 
hovered between one orgasmic peak and another.

"You want me to make you feel good some more?" Cherrie 
asked in a low voice.

"Yes! Yes!" I cried out.

"What would you do so that I would do that?" She asked 
in an even lower voice.

"Anything!" I breathed eagerly.

"Anything?" she mocked me, "Anything at all?"

"Anything at all!" I gasped as my body burned with lust.

"Even kill your own son?" she whispered.

"Yes!" I groaned as the fires burnt even higher in me, 
"Even kill my own son!"

Cherrie laughed loudly at my words, after all I had been 
through I was now willing to kill my own son just to 
feel the joy of being fucked by her.

"What is he?" she laughed, "What is your son now?"

"A cunt!" I gasped as I tried to squeeze my thighs to 
bring on the boiling orgasm I was teetering on the brink 
of, "A mother-fucking bastard! Oh please Cherrie, please 
touch me!"

"All in good time." she laughed, "I'll touch you when 
you do what I tell you."

"Anything," I gasped, "just tell me what I have to do!"

She commanded me to lean forward, I did so immediately 
and the collar tightened, then she had me stretch one of 
my legs out backwards. Teetering on the toe tips of one 
foot and one knee I felt the collar crushing into my 
throat, I could barely breath and yet my body was moving 
ever closer to the brink of the impending orgasm.

"Now the other leg," Cherrie breathed licking her lips 
as though approaching an orgasm herself, "stretch it 
out."

I obeyed without hesitation, my breath totally blocked 
off as my shoe toes and the collar around my throat took 
up all my weight. As impossible as it may seem I felt 
myself rise to a crashing orgasm even as my senses began 
to swim, in the throes of my climax my feet thrust out 
and my whole weight was suddenly being taken on my 
throat. A part of me felt panic as croaking, gasping, 
strangled sounds issued from my mouth as my feet jerked 
and twitched, at the same time another part of me was in 
ecstasy as I sank in waves of bliss. 

Everything began to fade, even my pleasure started to 
dim as I sank towards oblivion, but just as the point 
where I felt myself slipping into an abyss my whole body 
was jerked upright by a hard cock crashing up into my 
pussy. A hand grasped my hair, dragging me back, easing 
the pressure on my throat, I took a sharp shuddering 
breath, then another, and the red haze lightened a 
little, the pounding of my blood in my ears dimmed. 
Coughing, gasping and wheezing I became more aware of my 
surroundings and the blissful feeling of something hard 
fucking my cunt with merciless force. I had no breath to 
cry out, all I could manage were weak whimpers of 
pleasure as Cherrie fucked my cunt deliciously, 
tirelessly sending me crashing through orgasm after 
orgasm. 

Then Cherrie did what I would have thought impossible 
given her small stature, she grasped my thighs in her 
hands and stood up. As she rose my weight was supported 
by her strap-on prick, her arms grasping my thighs and 
the collar that was once more crushing my throat.

"Feel good bitch?" she taunted me as my senses started 
to fade again.

"Mmuumph ... grack!" I gasped as I faded out again with 
an orgasm bouncing me and making the collar press even 
tighter.

For a moment everything faded, a part of me had the 
thought that 'this was it, this was how I was going to 
die', but despite this my body was fading out in 
orgasmic bliss. Then my senses crept back, Cherrie had 
once more shifted position so that I was no longer being 
choked, the dildo hammering away at my cunt and as soon 
as I had an iota of breath I was crying out in bliss yet 
again. 

Over and over Cherrie fucked me while I recovered from 
being strangled, then she'd move our positions, still 
fucking me, but now with me in a position in which I was 
choking. And all the while, even when I was hovering on 
the edges of death, orgasms of such force they left me 
thoughtless exploded through my every fibre of being. At 
one point Cherrie came round in front of me, she had me 
kneel then take the dildo in my mouth, with a hard 
thrust she buried it in my throat, grasped my head and 
stepped backwards. 

I no longer had the strength to even scrabble for 
footing and the fake prick became my only means of 
support, but it was not enough for Cherrie. Taking 
another step backwards she took a firm hold of my head 
dragging me with her, ensuring that my lips still 
pressed to the plastic base of the dildo. Gurgling I let 
her to as she would with me, somewhere along the way I 
had accepted the fact that this girl would literally 
fuck me to death, but there was no meaning to it, the 
only thing that meant anything now was the pleasure I 
got from even the worst of tortures!

"Shit you really are getting off on this!" Cherrie was 
gasping as I started to black out.

Before my senses faded completely the dildo was taken 
from my mouth, I got a couple of gasping breaths that 
brought me back from the abyss of oblivion and then I 
felt my feet kicked from under me. As I gurgled for air 
Cherrie started to fuck my pussy yet again, this time 
spanking my buttocks, each blow jerking me in the collar 
and driving me closer to oblivion. And throughout all 
this I was climaxing!

"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY!" Don's voice sounded distantly 
as I felt blackness engulfing me.

I gradually came to lying on the floor; the pressure on 
my throat was gone, though I could still feel that the 
collar was in place. Weakly I tried to move, only to 
find that my hands were still tied behind me; writhing 
and humping I eventually managed to get up on my knees 
and waited for whatever was to come next. 

Gradually I became aware of the sounds of arguing, Don's 
voice was raised in anger, in response Cherrie's voice 
sounded petulant, I couldn't make out the words through 
the pound of blood in my ears. Then there was a sharp 
crack and a cry, more sounds of flesh meeting flesh with 
a cry after each sound.

"Get the fuck out to the bus," I finally managed to make 
out, "we have to get the fuck out of here, some bastard 
heard the bitches screams and it looks as though he's 
gone for the law."


-= PART 4 =-

As more of my senses returned so too did the burning 
need to be fucked, I didn't even have the will to try to 
resist the lust, I just let it wash over me. Then my 
eyes focussed, the first thing I saw was Cherrie, 
limping out of the gym, her own dildo stuffed all the 
way in her arse. Suddenly Don was looming over me, there 
was no pity in his eyes as he looked down at me, and his 
lips set in a grim angry line.

"Time for us to go," he stated, "but I'm leaving you 
with a reminder of what you have become."

He kicked me onto my stomach and then there came a 
strange, "whooshing" sound, Weakly I turned my head so 
that I could see him and my eyes widened in shock when I 
saw him holding something in the flames of a blowtorch.

"No need to tell you this is going to hurt," he grinned 
into my fear filled eyes, "I guess you've figured that 
out for yourself."

He twisted and turned the object in the flame letting it 
heat evenly, it was when he pulled it out of the flame 
for a moment to inspect it that I saw what it was he 
held and I gasped in horror. He grinned at me then went 
back to heating what I knew was a branding iron, when 
the iron was almost white hot he turned off the 
blowtorch then put a foot in the small of my back, 
holding the brand in one hand he grabbed my left leg 
with the other.

"No!" I whispered in terror, but even then I felt my 
body rising to another climax as it anticipated the pain 
that was to come.

"Hold fucking still!" Don barked.

Suddenly he plunged the brand down onto the upper part 
of my left thigh, at first I was too shocked to even 
feel the pain, but then it exploded through me, as I 
sucked in air to scream I caught the smell of my own 
flesh cooking. My scream rent the air as he removed the 
brand; it was as though the agony of being branded 
countered the effects of the drugs because I was 
suddenly free of the burning lust that had filled me for 
so long. Don leaned over me and I cringed.

"No more," I pleaded through my tears of agony, "please 
god no more!"

I almost fainted with relief when his hands went to the 
ropes on my arms and untied them, the rush of returning 
circulation made me groan. His hand grabbed my hair and 
twisted my head around so he looked into my eyes.

"We're leaving now," he sneered, "but you never know, we 
may be back this way again sometime, I know you'd like 
that. Want to know what the brand says?"

I could only nod in reply.

"It says 'SLUT!'" he grinned, "because that's what you 
are now."

He let go of my hair and started to walk away, and then 
he stopped.

"Stay right where you are until you hear a clock chime, 
then you can go home." He said over his shoulder, 
"Though I doubt you'll find the wimp there, I don't 
think he'll want to go anywhere near you again! Better 
hope he never hears about you being willing to kill him 
just to get fucked!"

Laughing he left me in my desolation, left me with the 
oh so clear memories of all that had happened to me 
while I had been in their power and my shame filled 
memory of offering to kill my son just so I could be 
fucked with a fake plastic cock! I have no idea how long 
I lay there in my misery, lay there wishing that Cherrie 
had been left to kill me and even now my body was 
burning with the desire to be taken! Exhaustion, pain 
and despair overtook me and I fainted away.

**

I woke in a soft, warm comfortable bed with a start. It 
was my own bed in my own bedroom and I wondered for a 
moment if my hours of torment had been nothing more than 
a dream, but then the aches and pains of my body awoke 
and I knew it had been no dream. Then I felt myself 
start to grow aroused and the familiar yearning for sex 
welled up in me yet again. Tears of shame and 
humiliation sprang to my eyes, tears of pity for what I 
had become in the hands of Don and his gang, tears of 
grief at the loss of my son thanks to Don and myself. 

For some time I lay wallowing in my misery before it 
finally sank in to me that I had no memory of getting 
myself home. Stunned I lifted the sheets from me to find 
that I was naked, bruises covered me, but I could see 
that I had been bathed, cleaned of the semen that had 
filled me and coated me, more, my wounds had been tended 
and I knew for sure that I had not had the strength to 
have done all this.

Trying to rise I found that I was too weak to even roll 
over, I groaned in pain from my effort to move and as 
though it had been a cue the door to my bedroom opened. 
Confused I looked towards the door then gasped as a 
person entered bearing a tray of food and drink.

"Bob!" I gasped in surprise.

Then I felt myself filled with guilt at the memory of 
telling Cherrie I would kill my son if she would just 
touch me, just help me to get off. Blushing in shame I 
looked down at my uncovered body, it seemed so pointless 
covering myself after all that had happened.

"Mum?" my son said softly.

"I'm sorry!" I blurted out without raising me eyes, I 
couldn't bear to look at him and see that look of 
disdain, that look of hatred his eyes had held when I 
last saw, even worse was my inner guilt at having been 
willing to kill him for Cherrie just to gain 
satisfaction, "I'm so sorry!"

He said nothing and I felt my heart sink at the thought 
that I was not even worth the effort of a response in 
his eyes.

"Mum," he repeated firmly, "look at me."

"I can't," I sobbed putting my hands to my face, "I'm 
too ashamed to look at you, too afraid of seeing your 
hatred for me. Please Bob, leave me, I know it's what 
you want to do."

He said nothing, but after putting the tray on my 
bedside table he left the room, as the door closed I 
curled into a ball and wept, my meal went untouched. All 
I could think of was how at the end I had betrayed my 
son.

Days passed and my body gradually healed from its 
physical hurts, the bruises, scratches and bite marks 
fading until it was almost as though nothing had been 
done to me. Inwardly it was a different story, whenever 
I slept my mind would cast up the nightmare moment when 
I told Cherrie I'd kill Bob if she'd just touch me, I 
would wake sobbing and wracked with guilt. 

For the first week I wouldn't stir from my room other 
than to use the bathroom, during the second week I would 
move around the house but only at times I knew I would 
not meet my son. As the time passed I let myself go, my 
hair became unkempt and tangled and bags formed under my 
eyes from my avoiding sleep to stop the nightmares.

Almost as bad was the constant hunger in me, Don's words 
about the 'side effects' of the drugs they'd fed me came 
back to me, 'you'll always feel horny, always have the 
itch to be fucked, putting it bluntly you'll be a nympho 
slut!' 

I was discovering how true his words had been. I tried 
to resist the need that was filling me, tried to 
convince myself that it would fade once the drugs worked 
their way out of my system, but after three days I 
couldn't fool myself any longer, the drugs had to be out 
of my system yet the urge to be fucked was growing not 
fading. Out of desperation I masturbated, but that only 
seemed to feed the hunger, no matter how often I would 
do myself or what I used to bring myself off the huger 
was still there, it was demanding a cock, demanding that 
I be fucked!

Throughout all this Bob seemed to be always there, he 
brought me meals and drinks, at times I heard him 
cleaning the house with the vacuum. I couldn't face him 
though, couldn't even be with him in the same room 
because of my own feelings of guilt, I loved him 
desperately, but I could not face him knowing what I 
would have done just to satisfy my own cravings. Nor 
could I tell him of my betrayal, it was bad enough 
remembering how he had looked at me and called me a 
'slut' when I had lied about loving what was happening, 
about how I had played the same games with Don and his 
gang before that night, I could not bear his reaction if 
he ever learnt how I had offered his life for my 
pleasure. 

Time and again he tried to talk to me as he gave me my 
meals or caught me prowling the house in the dead of 
night, but I would either retreat to my room or tell him 
he should leave me, anything but to answer him.

That one act of betrayal was destroying me even while my 
body was tormenting me with its demands for 
satisfaction.

Then, part way through the third week, Bob was gone! 
Even though I had been telling him he should leave me it 
was a jolt to discover he had actually done so, it drove 
me even deeper into depression. I don't remember much of 
the following few days, I know I didn't eat and only 
drank intermittently, my son's final rejection of me by 
leaving had taken the heart out of me completely. Tears 
filled my eyes constantly as I sat despondently in his 
room, looking at the things he had abandoned to get away 
from me. Even the hunger in me faded to a mere distant 
echo as I sat motionless in my desolation.

"Jesus mum" Bob's voice suddenly sounded from the 
doorway, "you're a mess!"

"Bob!" I gasped, my mind reeling with shock, "You came 
back!"

He gave me a puzzled look then left the room, my heart 
sank at the thought that he had only come back for a few 
of his things, but moments later he was back with a 
sheet of paper in his hand.

"I left you a note," he said handing me the sheet of 
paper, "how could you have missed it?"

Looking down at the paper I fought to focus my eyes, the 
note was short, but clearly stated that he would be back 
in a few days. My hands shook as I let the paper drop to 
the floor and for the first time in what felt like an 
eternity looked at my son's face, hoping against hope to 
see forgiveness in his eyes, even though he had no clue 
what he should forgive me for. I almost fainted at the 
look of love and concern his eyes held, as I swayed he 
stepped forward to support me and for a brief moment I 
felt comforted, but then my betrayal of him came back to 
haunt me and I pushed myself from him with a sob.

"Mum!" he cried mournfully, "Oh God mum, please forgive 
me, had I known what was going to happen I would never 
have said anything about the challenge!"

He tried to take my hand and I fled with a cry, 
retreating to my room I tried to close the door only to 
find my son already in the doorway.

"Was it me calling you those things, doing those things 
to you?" he pleaded with me, "I... I... oh mum!"

I gasped as he put his face in his hands and wept, he 
was in despair, seeking forgiveness from me for having 
fallen for the lies I had been forced to tell him! How 
could he not know that I held no blame in my heart for 
him, the guilt was mine, all mine and I couldn't tell 
him why!

"Damn it!" he suddenly cursed, making me jump in 
surprise at the force of his words, tears still flowed 
in his eyes as he looked at me determination, "Mum we 
have to talk, we can't avoid it any longer!"

"Bob!" I gasped, "I can't, please don't ask me to, 
please!"

"We have to!" he said forcefully, "You go and clean 
yourself up, you look a mess. I'll fix us something to 
eat and then we will talk!"

The forcefulness behind his words brooked no argument, I 
dreaded the very thought that I might blurt out what I 
had done, but at the same time I almost dropped to my 
knees in front of him in the submissive posture Don had 
made me use while I had been in his power. Shocked by 
that urge I ran to the bathroom and went through the 
motions of bathing, washing my hair and combing it out, 
all the while I was torn by my inner thoughts and 
feelings. 

Returning to my room I put on fresh clothes for the 
first time in days, perhaps even weeks, my legs felt 
leaden as I turned towards my bedroom door. Making my 
way downstairs I stopped in the kitchen doorway, 
watching Bob putting plates on the table then fetching 
drinks for us both.

"Sit down," he ordered as soon as he became aware of my 
presence.

Almost mindlessly I obeyed, he sat opposite me and 
started eating while I sat staring at my plate, unable 
to look across the table at him.

"Eat!" he said sharply.

I jumped at the sudden sound of his voice, the tone he 
used commanding, brooking no argument and I ate, slowly 
at first then ravenously as my body wolfed down the 
calories I had been denying it for days. Not once did I 
look at my son while we ate, I just couldn't bear to let 
him see the guilt clearly written in my eyes, I was 
dreading the moment when he would insist that I talk 
with him. 

All too soon our plates were empty, Bob cleared away the 
table then told me to go into the living room, his tone 
of voice still commanding. Almost meekly I did as I was 
told and felt ashamed at the sudden surge of lust that 
rose in me as I obeyed my son's terse words. Sitting 
myself in the centre of the couch I waited for my son to 
join me, trembling with the fear of what I may reveal to 
him.

"Okay mum," Bob said as he handed me a glass of wine, 
"shall we talk now or just relax together for a little 
while?"

"Let's relax for a while," I answered trying to put off 
the moment when we would talk about what had happened.

Bob shrugged and turned on the TV, the news was on and a 
political item was just ending, the opening of the next 
item jerked me bolt upright with a gasp.

"In Leeds today seventeen youths were burnt to death in 
a fire at a," the announcer was saying, "disused 
warehouse. Fire Officers at the scene are in no doubt 
that the fire was started deliberately, though it is too 
early to say whether the youths themselves or a third 
party started it. At the same time Police are 
investigating the contents of a mini-bus found parked at 
the scene."

I stared in shock at the sight of Don's mini-bus on the 
TV screen; I almost missed the announcers' next words.

"Although not releasing details a Police spokesperson 
has indicated that certain video and photographic 
material depicting scenes of rape and sexual torture may 
have a bearing on the case. It has also been indicated 
that a large quantity of a substance believed to be a 
mix of..."

"Turn it off!" I cried out, "Please turn it off!"

Bob did as I asked then looked at me, his face calm, I 
felt anything but calm, I had been aware at the end that 
my entire humiliation and humbling had been videoed, 
those tapes had to have been part of the haul the police 
had been referring to. How long would it take them to 
learn who I was? How long before they came asking how I 
could do such things? I was mortified at the thought 
that strangers might even now be watching me offering to 
exchange my son's life for a moment's pleasure!

"Mum." Bob's voice impinged on my roiling thoughts, 
"MUM!"

I jumped at his shout, my eyes sliding to his face then 
away as I tried to calm my ever-growing panic.

"Don't worry about it," Bob was saying, "they won't be 
coming here."

"But the tapes," I gasped, "they have all the tapes, 
including those of..."

"I said don't worry about it!" his voice was firm on the 
point.

"Oh God, they'll see!" I sobbed unable to accept his 
calm statement not to worry, "They'll see how I 
betrayed..."

I gasped as I almost let slip the one thing I dare not 
reveal to him.

"Betrayed?" he asked in a puzzled tone, "What do you 
mean?"

I shook my head and bit my lower lip as I tried to avoid 
his gaze and giving him an answer.

"It had to be something that happened after you made me 
leave." He mused as I shrank inwardly.

"Please Bob," I wept, "please don't ask me!"

He frowned then went out to the hall, a moment later he 
was back with a sports bag, putting the bag on the floor 
near the TV he opened it and sorted through whatever it 
was that it held. Suddenly he nodded and pulled out a 
videotape, I stared at his actions in confusion as he 
put the tape in the video, put the TV back on and hit 
the play button. Picking up the remote he started to 
fast forward the tape, aghast I watched the high speed 
pictures that shot across the screen and almost fainted 
when the tape slowed to normal speed and my own voice 
came from the TV saying those damning words!

"What would you do so that I would do that?" Cherrie 
asked from the TV.

"Anything!" my voice from the screen sounding so eager 
to please.

"Anything?" her voice mocked me again, "Anything at 
all?"

"Anything at all!" I gasped from the screen.

"Even kill your own son?" Cherrie whispered that fateful 
question from the screen.

"Yes!" my own voice damned me from the TV screen, "Even 
kill my own son!"

At those words Bob stopped the video and seemed to sink 
into the nearest chair, his face pale as he stared at 
the screen. Then he turned towards me and I hid my face 
in my hands as I waited for him to vilify me for my 
betrayal of him. I tensed when I felt his hands touch my 
wrists, though I resisted his pull my son slowly drew my 
hands from my face.

I hung my head down to avoid his look, but he put a hand 
under my chin and raised my face until I was looking 
into his eyes. I had no doubt my guilt, fear and anguish 
showed clearly in my eyes, nor did I have any doubt that 
the revived hunger burning in me also shown in them. 
With a sob I twisted my head from his hand, jumped to my 
feet and fled from the room stopping only once I was 
safely in my room with the door locked behind me. 

Sobbing in anguish I threw myself on my bed, at any 
moment I expected to hear my son shouting through the 
door or hammering on it demanding access, but the time 
passed and he thankfully did not appear. For some time I 
lay weeping, lost in my misery until, as had happened 
for so many nights, I cried myself to sleep.

When I awoke it was mid-morning, I felt exhausted from a 
nightmare filled night, a night in which I repeated my 
betrayal over and over, sometimes to Cherrie, but other 
times it was my son I said it to and each time he would 
gasp and back away from me fearfully. In between the 
nightmares I was haunted by what could only be described 
as 'wet' dreams, dreams in which I was fucked in all 
ways, in which I was beaten or even half choked to 
death. 

With all that it was no wonder that I was more tired 
than when I had fallen asleep. Forcing myself out of bed 
I dressed then sat on the side of the bed, I knew that 
sooner or later I would need to leave the room, but I 
could not risk facing my son I had to put off leaving my 
room until I had no choice. And suddenly I had no 
choice.

"Mum," my son's voice sounded loudly from the other side 
of the bedroom door, "get out here, and I mean right 
now!"

Though my mind cringed at the thought of having to face 
his disdain after seeing how I had betrayed him, my body 
leapt to obey and appalling the hell out of me in the 
process. When I opened the bedroom door he was standing 
there, he looked tired and a fire seemed to be burning 
in his eyes, though I had only glanced at them the once.

"Get downstairs, now" he commanded.

His tone left no room for argument and I rushed 
downstairs half afraid of his mood, half afraid of 
having to face his questions about my betraying words. 
In the living room he pointed me at the couch, without a 
word I sat, my eyes dropping to look at the floor as he 
came to stand in front of me.

"Look at me!" he barked out sharply.

With a start I raised my eyes to his face, though I 
still avoided looking into his eyes.

"Look in my eyes!" he commanded taking hold of my chin, 
holding my face so that I had no choice but to look into 
his eyes.

"Bob I..." I breathed.

"Just shut-up," he cut across my words, "I'll talk, and 
you listen. Don't speak, don't look away from my eyes."

I nodded my understanding and obedience of his orders, 
looking into his eyes I dreaded what I had been 
expecting to see there, his hatred and revulsion for me, 
but as I gazed into his deep blue eyes what I saw made 
me gasp!

"What do you see?" he demanded.

"It can't be!" I whispered in awe, "I see your love, 
your concern, your worry, but most of all I see love. 
Bob I don't understand I swear I saw, expected to 
see..."

"Be quiet!" he snapped, "You thought you saw what, 
revulsion, hatred, disgust? Were those what you've been 
expecting to see in my eyes? Were those what you saw at 
some point while we were Don's playthings? And I say 
'we', he was as much fucking with my mind as he was 
fucking your mind and body!"

"But... but... but I saw those things in you yes!" I 
gasped, "I saw your eyes burning with hatred when you 
called me a slut!"

"Did you really think I had fallen for those lies they 
had you tell?" he sighed, "Surely I don't seem that 
stupid do I?"

"I don't understand!" I cried out with tears welling in 
my eyes.

"I guess you were too upset to notice where my eyes were 
facing when I spoke as I did." He sighed again.

"But I swear you believed what I was told to say!" I 
gaped at him.

"Yeah right," he snorted, "like I'm not going t notice 
Cherrie feeding your lines into your ear, or Don giving 
you your lines silently from behind my back!"

"But you can't have seen or heard them!" I gasped.

"No?" he grinned, "Well I admit I didn't hear Cherrie, 
but surely you remember me learning to lip read as part 
of Deafness Awareness Month last year?"

"You read her lips???" I breathed in surprise.

"Not all of it," he smiled for the first time in what 
seemed like an eternity, "but enough to know what the 
hell was going on and why you were saying the things you 
were."

"And Don?" I asked, "There's no way you could have lip 
read him, he was always behind you when he would mouth 
what I had to tell you."

"Normally I would agree with you," Bob, "but for all his 
cunning and smarts he never learnt not to stand opposite 
reflective surfaces. The windows were so filthy outside 
they were almost like mirrors inside, I saw more than 
enough of his reflected actions to get the gist of what 
was going on. Overhearing a couple of the others talking 
later in events only confirmed what I already knew. I 
also knew that if I didn't act the way they expected 
either you or I or both of us would not leave that gym 
alive!"

"Oh God," I gasped out, "no wonder you made sure I 
wasn't choking when it came to your turn to fuck me 
while that rope was fixed on the collar! Oh God, you 
were trying to ease my suffering and that only makes 
what I did all the worse!"

"What you did?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Oh Bob you saw it on that tape," I wept, "you heard the 
words from my own mouth and you were already gone and 
safe! You were their hold over me and even after you had 
gone I obeyed them!"

For a moment the room was silent except for my sobbing, 
I was elated that my son hadn't hated me or reviled me, 
but I was leaden with guilt at what I had done all the 
same. Suddenly Bob was sitting by my side, an arm 
wrapped around my shoulders, holding me, comforting me 
and I felt sickened by the sudden surge of lust that 
rose in me from his touch.

"How much of that muck did they give you?" he asked 
quietly as he stroked my hair.

"God knows," I sighed, "according to Don more than 
enough to 'fuck me up' for the rest of my life, and that 
was without the last huge dose Cherrie gave me just 
before she had me ask you to leave."

"Well the bitch won't get the chance to do that to 
anyone else." I heard him mutter coldly, then continue 
in a warmer voice, "Mum, overhearing bits of 
conversation here and there I figured that stuff takes 
you over, makes you do things, want to do things you 
would be repulsed by otherwise. I know it wasn't the 
real you that spoke those words."

"I wish I could be so sure." I sobbed leaning into his 
shoulder, "Bob I found myself genuinely enjoying much of 
what happened even while I felt disgusted at myself for 
doing so."

"Well," Bob laughed squeezing my shoulder; "I guess we 
all surprise ourselves when we experiment, though I 
guess it might have been a better voyage of discovery 
under other circumstances."

"Bob," I sighed as a shiver of impending climax spread 
through me just from his holding me, "there's more and 
it's worse. You saw the brand they put on me?

"I saw it." He growled.

"It denotes what they have made me," I felt my tears 
flowing again.

I explained about the permanent side effect of the 
drugs, how even now that same hunger was starting to 
drive me to want to do anything to be fulfilled 
sexually.

"Right now," I admitted in a low voice, "your comforting 
touch is driving me nuts with lust, any minute now I'll 
climax then it will get even worse."

"That doesn't make you a slut!" he protested.

"No, not yet, but sooner or later I am going to do as 
Don said I would, seek someone, anyone to fuck me, even 
if I have to turn whore to do so!" I sobbed in misery.

Bob fell silent and I thought for a moment that I had 
shocked him speechless.

"And what," he suddenly asked in a whisper, "if you 
found a person to keep your needs fulfilled?"

"Oh Bob," I wept, "that would be a pipe dream, what man 
would have me long term now? What man would accept the 
perversions I have been taught to enjoy? What man would 
accept a branded woman?"

"I can think of one," he said giving me a hug that sent 
a climax washing over me, "I have an admission to make 
mum. There's one part of all this that I do not regret 
at all.

"Bob?" I said in confusion.

"That I got to have sex with you." he almost whispered, 
"It was a dream come true, though I would have preferred 
it to be in a more romantic way."

In surprise I leant away from him, he was looking into 
my eyes so that I could see the truth of his feelings, 
but his face was flushing bright red. I could not 
believe I had heard him correctly, but it seemed that he 
meant every word. Then it was my turn to blush as I 
remember the sheer size of his cock, the way it had 
filled me so deliciously, had given me more satisfaction 
than all 16 youths put together and Cherrie only matched 
him because her cock was fake and I was drugged to the 
eyeballs! As I looked into his eyes I saw something else 
rising in them and gasped in surprise and excitement!

"You still want me?" I breathed.

"More than ever mum." he smiled, "I love you as my 
mother, I love even more now that I have seen how much 
you love me, seen what lengths you would go to protect 
me! And I love you as a woman, a beautiful woman. If 
you'd let me I'd like to try to help you keep this 
hunger, as you call it, under control."

"Bob," I whispered, "Could you cope with the perverted 
things I will no doubt ask you to do to me? Could you 
still love me then?"

"Perverted things?" he mused, "Like tying you up? Like 
beating you? Like fucking you so hard you faint?"

"Yes," I sighed sorrowfully, "and worse, like treating 
me like shit, like a slut slave?"

"Oh shit!" he groaned, "You would want that? Truly?"

"I think so." I replied lowering my head in shame at his 
expression of shock.

"Mum," he suddenly laughed, then said firmly, "your 
collar is in your room, go put it on, strip off 
everything else except stockings and heels, then get 
back her and assume the position ... bitch!"

Even before he had finished speaking I was groaning in 
climax, as soon as I felt that my legs would support me 
I rushed to my room. With eager fingers I threw off my 
clothes, put the collar tightly around my neck, put on 
stocking and the six-inch heels and as I rushed back to 
my son I felt another climax wash over me. 

When I got back to the living room I found my son 
sitting naked on the couch, his enormous prick reaching 
towards his chest in erection. Without hesitation I 
approached the couch and dropped to my knees in front of 
him.

It was as I sank to my knees that I remembered the 
videos the police were studying even now, and then I 
froze.

"The videos!" I gasped out, "You have the videos!"

"All the ones of you." He smiled, "The rest didn't 
concern me!"

"But how did ... Oh God!" I paled at the sudden 
realisation that my son had done what I had been unable 
to do though I had longed to for revenge.

"Yes," he sighed sadly, "it was me, I got the tapes 
first, that was all I went for at first, but when I 
thought of all they had done to you I knew I had to... 
it was too easy... I..."

"Oh my darling!" I hugged him to me. "Don't think about 
it anymore. That bad part of our lives is over, it has 
changed us, but it has made us stronger in some ways, 
let's put it behind us as best we can."

"And concentrate on our future pleasure?" he smiled 
softly.

"Yes, exactly." I smiled back.

"In which case," he smiled broadly, "would my 'slut' 
like to sit on this?"

As I leapt onto his lap and his gorgeous cock I wondered 
how life would be for us in the future. Moments later 
thoughts of the future were driven from my mind as my 
mind became consumed by passion, passion that my own son 
was gleefully giving me!

End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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