Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Double Lantern Experience Codes:(teen male older female, rape, nc, bdsm,
torture, piercing, humil, exhib, forced mast, incest) ** WARNING ** ADULTS
ONLY!  DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.  THIS IS ADULT
MATERIAL MEANT FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE
THE USE OF FORCE IN ANY SEXUAL ACTIVITY.  THIS IS FANTASY!  CHARACTERS
PROTRAYED IN THE STORIES CREATED BY THE AUTHOR ARE FICTIONAL AND ANY
RESEMBLENCE TO ACTUAL PERSON(S), REAL OR FICTIOUS, IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.
THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH UNDERAGE PERSONS.  THE
AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE UNPROTECTED SEXUAL INTERCOURSE SITUATIONS.  Do not
read this if you are offended by sexually explicit material.  Flame me or
other comments at Fingerpro88@yahoo.com!

   FINGERPRO

   This story needs additional attention and is not yet complete.

   Part 1 of 2

   Her son parked the car outside and at the rear of the bar that was
called the Double Lantern.  He waited patiently while his mother dropped
the sun visor on the passengers side of the car and used the mirror on the
flap to apply the extra heavy application of make up.  She did so with
nervous fingers but managed to get all of her extra eye shadow, eye lid
mascara in place, plus the bright red lip stick in place.  She swallowed,
looked over at her son, took a deep breath and said,

   "Ready".

   Mike Bergman got out of the car and opened the passenger side of the
station wagon so that his mother could exit.  He saw that his mother was
dressed in an above the knee flared skirt that had wide slanted alternate
stripes of dark and light green.  Her top was a loose open knit half
sleeved stretch blouse with a `U' neckline light green in color.  The top
was stretched, now, over the mother's big breasts.  Beneath the stretched
knit blouse her breast cleavage could easily be seen and her twin boobs
were obviously exposed; the curvature of her big boobs and even the redness
of her quarter size areola was hinted at through the slightly open mesh of
the blouse top.  The sheer size of the woman's large boobs accented the top
and although there was some droop it was apparent to the viewer that most
of the droop to her big boobs was simply because her boobs were so big. 
Her heels were four and one half inch spiked open toed sandal like strapped
heels.  She wore what appeared to be tan tinted pantyhose but which both
the son and the mother knew were garter belt supported hose.

   "You are sure you want to do this, mom?" asked her son.  He'd asked that
question at least half a dozen times since she had first started getting
ready for the ordeal.

   "We have to and you know it," she replied, then "help me with these
other things."

   The other things the older mother was referring to were a black, wide
strapped collar, and a ball with elastic straps on it.  The youth stepped
behind her and put the ball in between her lips and then pulled on the
straps until he could hook them together behind her head.  The straps were
tight enough that they squashed her loose hair against the side of her head
and dug into the round cheeks of her plump but pretty face.  Her jaw
dropped open as the white colored ball was pulled further back into her
mouth.  The redness of her lip stick was accented against the ball and her
lips thinned out as the ball appeared to be half in and half out of her
mouth.  Then the boy attached the collar, buckling it behind her neck.  As
soon as the collar was in place the woman put her hands behind her back and
the son attached the metal wrist cuffs which he retrieved from the back
seat of the station wagon.  He then got two more short elastic cargo
straps. The first strap he attached just under her mother's elbows, pinning
her arms together, then second half way up her arms above her elbows.  This
forced her to throw out her chest as her shoulders were pulled together by
the tightness of the straps.  The mother's boobs thrust even more outward
as the taut elastic bands held her arms almost to the point of touching.  A
crease formed between her shoulders on her back due to the tightness of the
straps.

   Her son then attached a leash to the collar.  The lease had numerous
holes in it's length and each hole was reinforced with a metal ring.  Her
son then closed and locked the car after getting his mothers purse and
putting it in her hands trapped behind her back.  He then walked slowly to
the front of the tavern.  She walked behind him being careful to keep slack
in the leash.

   Her son entered the bar as she stood to the rear in the shadows and
watched her son approach the end of the bar counter that was shaped like an
`L'.  A fat bartender came over to the short end of the `L' shaped counter
and said to her son, "Let's see some ID, kid."

   Her son reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet and then
handed the man his ID, while the fat man looked over her son's shoulder at
her standing behind him.  After scanning the ID and before handing it back
to her son he asked,

   "Your slave, kid?"

   "Yeah," came her son's reply, then her son said, "we are here for the
Turner exhibition."

   The bartender handed her son back his ID and said,

   "Turner will be out to get her then.  In the meantime you gottah wait
and you slave's gottah put up with bein' checked by some of the patrons
here."

   She noticed that the bartender was giving her the eye as he talked to
her son.  Her son then replied, "Alright, where do we wait?"

   "Third table from that door over there.  Do you know Ed Turner?"

   "Yeah, tall, skinny, dark hair, hawk like nose," replied her son.

   "Yeah you know him kid," said the older bartender grinning, "and it's a
fair description too.  He'll come out and get you and your slave when he's
ready.  The slave stands, though, kid and while she's standing she will put
up with any attention, house rules, you know."

   "We understand," her son replied.

   "There's a circle on the floor next to the table that your slave has to
stay in."

   "OK," her son said.

   Her heart thudded in her chest in fear of recognition as she followed
her son through the heart of the tavern towards the third table from the
door at the rear of the tavern.  She heard her heels click and clack on the
wooden floor as she walked and all of her senses were at peak as she
followed her son leading her.  She kept her head down but glanced quickly
right and left as she walked realizing as she did that there was the
occasional stare but for the most part both she and her son leading her
were ignored.  She realized that her display must be some kind of regular
occurrence at the tavern.  Sara kept her composure as best she could under
the circumstances realizing that this public exposure was deliberate and an
attempt at humiliating her.  It was an attempt, she realized, that was
working; she felt humiliated as she assumed her standing position in the
red circle on the floor to the right of where her son took a chair.

   Sara kept her head down but used her hair and her eyes to observe when
she heard approaching footsteps.  A man in his late forties or early
fifties approached her son with two beer glasses.  He offered one to her
son who accepted and took a sip as the man put the other glass down and
pulled out a chair.

   "Your slave kid?"

   "Yeah," her son said.

   "Turner sure has a selection to review, eh kid?"

   "Yes, I think he does," her son replied cautiously.

   "I've seen all kinds come through here.  Tall, skinny, fat, short, all
kinds.  Gottah say though, your slave's got some nice legs, nice ass, and
hell of a set of jugs on her.  She use padding in her bra?"

   "No padding, no bra what you see is what you get," her son replied.

   The man had reached out and had rubbed her fanny.  Sara fought to keep
her body still as she felt the man's hand run over the tightness of her
fanny cheeks and she kept her head down.

   "Kind of an old slave for you, though, don't you think kid?" asked the
man as he moved his hand off her fanny and reached up to squeeze her left
breast; distorting the breast out of shape.  Sara felt her breast squeezed
out of shape and she fought wincing as the man applied enough pressure for
her left breast nipple to harden and begin to push against the blouse top
mesh in which it was held.  Her nipples hardened automatically because of
the pain.  She successfully managed to keep her head down, even closing her
eyes, as she will herself not to moan or groan from the rough groping she
was receiving from the man's hand.

   "You say this is all her though, no padding?" asked the man as he
continued to squeeze and release Sara's left breast.

   "That's right," he son replied taking another sip on his beer and trying
to appear nonchalant about the man's groping his mother.

   The man shifted breasts and squeezed her right breast, then used both
hands to squeeze both breasts at the same time.

   "Your slave got any implants then, kid?"

   "No, it's all natural," her son replied.

   "Nice, real nice kid," said the man digging his fingers in her boobs now
and distorting her blouse out of shape as he fondled and caressed her twin
mounds, "nice big nipples too.  You sure this ain't a silicone job?"

   "No, all natural," he son replied trying to look disinterested while the
man groped his mom's breasts and was starting to cause her some distress
because she was shifting her weight from foot to foot.  The rough groping
hurt!  A tear formed in her eye and she had to fling her head back to jerk
the tear out of the corner of her eye knowing that if the tear lay there it
would cause her some pain.

   The man smirked at her obvious discomfort and dropped his groping hands
away from her breasts to fondle her calves, stroking her calves from just
above her ankles to just below the tops of her hose as he said, "You know
kid, Turner has `em topless in the backroom and he puts `em through some
pretty rough stretches....bend over bitch I wannah feel them titties
again," said the man pulling on the leash as Sara groaned through the mouth
gag and bent over.

   "Yes, so I've heard," her son replied.

   "If you wanted to you might give me a couple minutes alone with your
slave kid, sort of an exchange, you know, a fuck for a beer, she sure does
have a set of nice jugs," said the man continuing to knead, squeeze and
distort her now tender boobs out of shape with his right hand, while he
sipped on his beer with his left hand.

   "We haven't checked in yet, but sure, maybe later."

   "Alright then," said the man standing up, "I'll be looking forward to
that, maybe a little titty play too a little later on.  You got some prime
meat there kid."

   "It all depends on what Turner wants," her son replied

   "Yeah, it does, still," said the man as both of his hands returned to
her breasts and he pushed the two mounds together while she stood with her
head down, "this one would be worth a little extra cash just to squeeze
these babies uncovered."

   "Like I said, whatever Turner wants."

   "Yeah those are the rules.  Might be I'd be interested in trying out
your slave's ass too."

   "First she's gottah see Turner," said her son.

   "Yeah, you're right, you're right.  Something for me to look forward to,
right, kid?" The man finally released his hold on her!

   "Sure," said her son as Sara almost breathed a sigh of relief.  She
shifted her position uncomfortably.



   As soon as Ed Turner came out Sara remembered him.  He was the lanky kid
that had been over with an arrogant punk named Fred who had told her,
before she had any dealings with Ernie, that older women like herself
should "know their place" around him.  She remembered how much she detested
the statement and how angry she'd been when Fred had told her that.  Ed
Turner had just grinned and given her a once over with his eyes that made
her feel like he was undressing her.

   The second time she'd met Ed Turner he had been at a school function
where she had been serving as a chaperone and she'd also felt the same
thing about him then too; like he was removing her clothes mentally when he
looked at her.  Her son got up, his chair scraping the hard wood floor and
then she felt a tug on the leash.  She followed her son through a doorway
that led to a dimly lit corridor that had two doors on the right and three
door on the left.  At the end of the corridor a dimly lit `Exit' sign
glowed.

   "OK Mike, decision time.  If you take off your mom's leash, gag and
restraints in the next room she's all mine until the end of the check in.
After that you'll take her back to the cage room where she'll be paired
with someone else for a while.  Got it?"

   "Got it," he son said quietly., then said, "how long does your check in
take Ed?"

   "As long as I want it to, Mike.  Also, you should know that if you go
through with this then it will bind your mom to me for quite some
time...and I can promise you I'll be over to check her out."

   "We...we don't have much choice."

   "Sure you do.  You can turn around and leave if you want, right now."

   Sara lifted her head as she saw her son look in her direction.  She
shook her head no, indicating she didn't want to leave; the alternative
Ernie had forced on her was far worse.

   She saw her son sigh, then he nodded.

   "OK then, buddy.  Second door on your left.  Take off all her restraints
except the collar, that stays on.  I gottah get into my check in outfit and
I'll be right in."

   Sara followed her son down the corridor to the second door on the left.
Her son opened it and walked through with her following her heels clacking
and clicking on the floor.  Inside the room a naked light bulb hung on a
rather frayed cord from the dark ceiling.  The light bulb illuminated a
grungy looking room that had two other exits.  One had a door on the exit
the second was lit and was covered by a curtain.  She could see a form
moving behind the curtain and then she heard Turner voice say, "You can put
her restraints in the box next to the door, Mike.  I'll be out in a
minute."

   Sara looked quickly around the room familiarizing herself with it. 
Dirty and grungy, a single bed with large posts hugged the wall to her
right.  In front of the bed was a night stand and on the night stand a bowl
filled with water.  Next to the bowl was some shaving cream and a
disposable razor.  Directly in front of her was a large desk with a chair
pushed off to the right of the desk, behind and to the right of the desk
was the cloth covered opening Turner voice had come from.  To her left was
a large box next to the door they had entered.  On the other side of the
door and behind her was a large stuffed, dirty, blue chair, with a stand
next to the chair and a turned off lamp on the stand.  In front of her was
a hard wood, straight backed chair with arm rests.

   She felt her son's hands move to her head as he unfastened the ball. 
She sighed as her flexed her jaw muscles, licking her lips.  He unfastened
the leash, then unfastened the upper strap to her arms and the lower strap.
Finally he unlocked the wrist cuffs and tossed the entire contents into the
box that Turner had told him to with a thud.  Turner heard the thud from
where he was at and he called out, "Have a seat at the rear of the room
Mike."

   She heard her son sit down behind her then saw Turner enter the room
dressed in a knee length robe and slippers carrying a blue bowling ball bag
in his right hand and an empty box in his left hand.  He smiled and set the
bowling ball bag on the desk then walked over to where she was standing and
dropped the box off to her right.  He reached out and took her purse from
her and held onto it as he looked her over.

   "The last time your mom and I met was at a school party...she showed me
some cleavage then, Mike, kind of got me interested."

   "It wasn't deliberate you know that Ed," said Sara.  "Shut up bitch," he
said to her without a lot of emotion and Sara noted with considerable
authority.  "During check in I got these rules, my rules.  If the rules are
violated by anyone then Mrs.  Bergman here is going to get punished.  Mrs.
Bergman will always answer any statements directed at her no matter what
she's doing, understood?"

   "Yes Ed," she replied her eyes hot with anger.

   "You won't call me Ed any longer, it's Mister Turner to you from now
on."

   "Yes Mister Turner," she replied.

   Turner smiled and put her purse under his right armpit and started
walking around her giving her a once over as he did.  He started on her
right side walking counter clockwise and as he approached her rear he said,
"Ernie called your mom a pig, did you know that Mike?"

   "Yes, Ed, I knew that," replied her son.

   Sara stood still as Turner reached out and touched her excess flesh just
above her hips.  He laid his palm flat against her body and ran his palm
down over her hips, then as he walked, she felt his palm run across her
skirt and panty covered bottom.  "Your mom's got a nice looking ass, buddy,
real nice," said Turner from behind her as she felt his land lift away and
he came around her

   "Very nice indeed," said the youth coming around her left side and
facing her again.

   Sara swallowed as she saw his left hand come out palm down as he put his
hand on her right breast.  He squeezed her breast very much the same as the
man had done out in the tavern, but with a little more force causing his
fingers to indent in her firm bra covered breast flesh.  He smiled,
withdrew his hand and said, "It's always a pleasure to squeeze an older
woman's tit, especially," he continued as he turned to the desk and set her
purse on it then turned back to her, "especially when the tit's restrained
or tied up, makes the tit flesh firmer, you know."

   "Yes, it does Mister Turner," Sara replied quietly.

   "Hum," said the youth as he lifted his other hand to hold both her
breasts and squeeze them, then push the big mounds together under her
blouse, "These tits are all natural too, eh Mrs.  Bergman?"

   "Yes Mister Turner, I'm natural, no-no implants," she stuttered for the
first time.

   He released his hold and stepped back crossing his arms over his chest
and just stared.

   He continued to stare for several long minutes.  Sara stared back,
swallowing her nervously.

   She saw him smile at her nervous revelation of her inner fear.

   "Take your skirt off Mrs.  Bergman," he said leering at her.

   "Of course Mister Turner," she replied swallowing nervously.  She
reached behind her skirt and unbuttoned the top of the waist band then
unzipped it.  She let the skirt fall to her knee's then stepped out of the
skirt.  She held the skirt in front of her.

   "Put the skirt in the box."

   Sara switched the skirt to her right hand then dropped it in the box.

   "Now the blouse, in the box."

   "Yes Mister Turner," she replied and took off the blouse by pulling it
over the top of her head, shaking her hair as she dropped the green blouse
into the box.

   "Lean forward Mrs.  Bergman."

   "Yes Mister Turner," she replied leaning towards him.

   "A little more," he replied.

   "Yes Mister Turner," she replied as she looked into his face and
realized he was interested in her exposed cleavage.

   "Very nice, slut, very nice.  Now take off the panties and put them in
the box."



   Sara wanted to cry as she responded, "May I straighten first Mister
Turner?"

   "Sure, slut, sure," he responded his eyes never leaving her boobs.

   Her breasts jiggled and wiggled as she removed her bra, then she dropped
her panties, bending over and letting the youth see her dangling boobs in
their twin full size as she removed the panties and put them in the box.

   Sara blushed as she felt his eyes on her nudity.  She was dressed now
only in heels, hose and garter belt with everything visible to this youth;
a youth she had previously despised and now she was totally exposed to and
what was worse totally vulnerable to.

   "Thrust your hips towards me, good, now reach down with both hands and
pull your pussy lips open, I wannah see pink, slut."

   "Ye-yes Mis-Mister Tur-Turner," she half sobbed as she did so realizing
that as she did this she trapped her big breasts between her upper arms and
made them look fuller and more pronounced than what the twin orbs really
were.

   Sara choked back a sob as she thrust her pelvis towards him and exposed
her inner most femininity to his eyes.  He looked her over as she did then
his eyes came back to her face.  His eyes, Sara saw with a shudder, were
very hard looking.  "Finger fuck yourself and rub your clit while I check
you out," he said as he stepped closer and ran his hands down her hips and
over her naked ass cheeks.

   "Yes Mister Tu-Turner," she half sobbed doing as he demanded her hands
rubbing his erection as she fingered herself.  He had a sizeable hard on
under the robe she realized.

   The older woman felt totally degraded as she felt his hands feel her ass
cheeks and he commented that they were smooth like he wanted.  Then he
stepped back a little and checked her belly and her crotch.  "A little bit
of fuzzy stubble there, I'll have you shaved....  later."

   "Of-of course, Mister Tu-Turner," she stammered as she rapidly was
becoming aroused due to her own self stimulation.

   Turner stepped forward and cupped both her tits at the same time.  "I
wouldn't have called you a pig, slut, maybe a cow, but not a pig."

   "Thank you Mis-Mister Turner," she replied feeling her fingers beginning
to get slippery with her own juices.  His fondling of her boobs and
flicking of her nipples made her all the more aroused and horny.

   "Moo for me, cow," he said.

   Sara shivered and then said, "Moo."

   "Oh come slut, you can do better than that, drag it out more, now moo
for me like the big titted cow you are," he said as he rolled her breast
flesh from side to side in his cupping hands.

   "Moo!" she said dragging it out, "Moo-o-o-o!".

   "Much better, cow, much better.  From now on, whenever your nipples are
touched you'll moo like the cow you are won't you slut?"

   Ye-yes Mister Turner, I-I'll moo whenever my nip-nipples are touched."

   He fingered her nipples.

   "Moo-o-o!" she said.

   "Not bad, cow, not bad.  Now get your ass up on the table and spread
those legs."

   "Yes Mis-Mister Turner."

   Sara moved slowly to the table laying down on her back.  She brought up
her heels, bending her knee's and spread her legs wide her naked sex fully
exposed.

   "Use your hands and push them big tits together," said Turner. .  "Yes
Mister Turner."

   "Moo for me like the cow you are."

   "Moo-o-o" she half cried and performed for Turner.

   "Mike, come over here and grab that bowl, shaver, and cream on your
way."

   "Yes Mister Turner," said her son.

   "Set it down next to her, good, no need to respond.  Now shave your
mom's pussy smooth and if you don't do it right I'll do it and I will nick
her!"

   Mike swallowed, then slowly applied the cream.

   "Open your legs more, cow, so he can get all the stubble, and moo."

   "Moo-o-o-!" she exclaimed as she shivered feeling her son's gentle touch
shaving her crotch smooth.

   "Good job, Mike," said Turner running his hand over her shaven crotch
and feeling the silky smoothness of her skin with no stubble at all.

   "Alright cow, get to your feet."

   Sara slowly got up, her head a little dizzy from laying down.

   "Thank your son for shaving you smooth cow, then moo."

   "Thanks for shaving me Mike, moo-o-o-o!"

   "Go sit down Mike."

   Her son gave her a funny look and went over to sit down.

   Turner sat down in front of her and said,

   "Alright cow, Mrs.  Bergman, get down on your knee's here between my
legs."

   Sara half whimpered in humiliation, the coolness of her recent shave
making her feel awfully exposed.  She almost fell to her knee's then
waddled from one knee to the other getting between Turners spread thighs.
"Lick my balls cow and moo while you do it!"

   As Sara attempted to obey the obscene demand, the kid named Turner said,
"C'mon cow, put your hands back up on my thighs, you can use your head and
tongue like a good old cow, and moo will ya?"

   The sounds she made as she tried to comply were more like a kitten than
a cow.  The moo's ended up sounding like a meow even to her own ears but
Sara was able to lick the shrinking sack of the youths genitals, ignoring
the irritating little hairs that came off onto her tongue..

   "Alright big tit cow start sucking my cock, I hear you're a pretty good
cocksucker so start working for my come."

   Sara moaned as she started to suck him off between his legs.  She
slurped and genuinely tried to look in his face the way Ernie had taught
her but found his length so hard and long that she was either gagging or
had to concentrate on providing him with a regular motion of her head while
sucking and releasing.  Turner occasionally held the back of her head
forcing her to swallow his massive length.  She would gag during this time
and he held onto her head until she stopped gagging.  As each deep throat
penetration occurred she found herself being able to hold his massive thick
penis in her mouth and throat longer and longer before she gagged.  Sara
even found that slurping and moaning while she relaxed her throat muscles
made the youth groan in pleasure.  During one of these longer deep throat
sucking, slurping sessions, Turner said above her, "You know Mike, your mom
is a good cocksucker, cow or not!"

   When Turner came he gushed sending a flow of hot semen deep into her
throat.  She almost choked on the first in rush of seminal fluid but
managed to get it all down before his second load filled her mouth and
bloated her cheeks, his third ejaculation was too much and she choked some
of his sperm coming out her nose.  Finally, after the kid had ejaculated
all of his spend in her mouth and she had gotten it all down into her
stomach she licked his member clean.

   "Now cow, go over and blow your son!"

   "No," said Mike.

   "Mike, either she blows you or you take her out to the tavern and
introduce her as your cow mom dressed just as she is, buddy!"

   "Come on, Turner, that isn't right!"

   "One or the other."

   "Alright-alright, let her blow me."

   What neither the son or the mother realized was that the entire episode
was being video taped by Ernie and Turner.  As the mother performed
incestuous fellatio on her own son it was being recorded and when her son
blew his wad all over her face and she "moo ed" like a cow it too was
recorded.  Both of them would regret it later especially because both
seemed to really enjoy the forced oral sex.

   Shock Display

   Turner produced a couple of items from his bowling ball bag that caused
the older woman to flinch when she saw them and shudder when they were in
place on her body.  The first was a wide strap like belt that went on
around her belly completely covering her garter belt.  From this wide belt
a strap ran from the front to the rear of the belt through her crotch and
up her fanny.  The belt strap was wide enough to part her labia lips and
tight enough to cause her a considerable amount of distress.  It was only
slightly elastic, providing the briefest kind of relief whenever she
walked. Then there was the stopper gag.  The gag replaced the ball gag
she'd worn when she first entered this evil place.  The stopper gag forced
her mouth wide open and was made of a clear plastic.  Her tongue lay
exposed by the forced opening of her mouth.  The stopper gag got it's name
from the plug like stopper, very much like a stopper used in a sink drain
that was inserted into the hole that her mouth made.

   Turner used the small strong leather straps at the sides of the belt he
had put around her to hold her arms at the wrists at her sides.  The straps
on the belt, Sara noted where strategically placed so that her wrists were
not strictly at her sides but were slightly in front of her hips.  This
caused her upper arms to accent her large boobs which were pinned between
her arms as her wrists were pinned to the belt.

   The leash was reattached to her neck band and her son then led her down
a corridor that opened to a large open area.  A big man, with a beer gut,
who looked both big and tough pushed her son aside and unclasped the leash
from her neck.  Sara's eyes were wide with a feeling of dread.  She
appraised the man quickly as she saw he was wearing a tight "T" shirt which
did little to hide his rolling flab or his size.  After pushing her son
aside he spent a good two minutes fondling and rubbing her big breasts.  He
seemed to enjoy her discomfort and the more he rubbed her boobs the harder
her nipples got.  She glared at him breathing deeply through her nostrils
as the big man continued to fondle her large mounds of tit flesh until her
nipples were quite aroused.  Then grasping her nipples between thumb and
forefinger he pulled as he backed up.  Sara was humiliated beyond anything
she had yet experienced she realized as she was pulled along by the man as
he deliberately squeezed and distorted her big boobs out of shape while
pulling her over to a table.  On the table were only a few items which she
neglected to give attention to mostly because her breasts were being yanked
on by the beer belly man.

   At the table the man stopped and turned picking up a cigar which had
already been lit.  He puffed on the cigar deliberately blowing his smoke in
her face.  Sara half coughed turning her head to one side as her nose
picked up the foul smell of the cigar smoke.  There were tears in her eyes,
caused by the smoke, so that she was only vaguely aware of the man's
movements.  Beyond the man and to the right of the table was a large metal
cage, slightly higher than what she stood.  The grilled door was open and
the black cage sat there next to the table.  Sara noticed the cage even
through her tears and the smarting hurt of having the tears remain in her
eyes as she stood there virtually naked in front of the beer bellied man
with the cigar.  Then she winced as she felt something penetrate her
vaginal and anus area at the same time.  Looking down she saw the man had
positioned a banana shaped device inside her pussy and a long wide tube in
her anus.  A cord which looked very much like an electric cord ran from the
junction of the two devices and past the slightly elastic strap that Turner
had positioned between her legs.  Sara could feel the electric style cord
pinched against her thigh flesh by the slightly elastic band that ran from
the black belt around her waist.  The fat man then lifted a left breast and
put something sticky on the inside curve of her left breast.  He did the
same thing to the right breast.  Sara realized in some surprise that the
sticky thing he had attached was an electrode!  The man then ran two small
wire up from her crotch to each of the electrodes.  The wires were clear
and could barely be seen but because their ultra thin thickness was
touching her skin she could feel a slight tickle.  The man then reached up
and grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back with some amount
of force.  Her head was held back as he looked into her startled, wet,
crying eyes and Sara swallowed nervously, feeling her Adam's apple bounce
in her neck her skin stretched tight by her head being pulled so far back.

   "Here's the gig, fat stuff.  I'm gonnah take you through that door over
there.  The door leads to a raised platform in the next room.  You are
going to dance on that platform.  You will wiggle that fat ass of yours
swing your hips and jiggle them big hooters you got.  If you don't slap
them big titties together at least once every fifteen seconds, this will
happen....."

   At the word `this' Sara screamed and shivered.  A sizeable electric
shock ran through her butt hole from the rod stuck between her fanny
cheeks. The banana shaped object inside her pussy was already vibrating and
twisting first one way then releasing only to twist again.  She got wet
almost immediately.

   "You'll do this dance for thirty minutes before I start you on the
pleasure booths.  Have a nice time," he chuckled evilly as she was half
pushed half pulled through the door to the platform which overlooked a
party.  All of the men and women in the party were dressed, some more
provocative than others, but none were nude like herself.  Sara looked up,
then screamed through her gag and started wiggling her boobs.  As soon as
her boobs made contact with one another the voltage shut off.  She was able
to see from her perch that there were two other platforms extending out
into the drinking and dancing area and on those platforms were both a girl
and an older woman like herself and both were as naked as she was.

   Gradually she was able to keep the shocks to a minimum and still look
over the crowd.  Her son was there, avoiding looking at her, she noticed as
were a couple of his friends; friends who had already been with her.  She
also noticed a man that was staring at her.  He was a man that went to her
church!  He'd asked her out but she had told him she could because she was
married.  Now she stood on a raised platform, her pussy lips plainly
separated, her crotch freshly shaved and her big boobs on display for
everyone doing the bump and the grind with a stopper gag in her mouth!  It
was one of the most humiliating experiences of her life as she made eye
contact with Chuck Waters and was forced into slapping her boobs together
in front of him or receive the terrible electric shock which would make her
jiggle and wiggle even more.  There were other men there too that she
recognized and most had not been with her but most knew or had heard of her
plight.  The realization that she was putting on a display made her feel
sick and she had to physically fight the idea, while maintaining her bump
and grind, to keep from upchucking.  To vomit with a gag in her mouth might
cause her more problems than what she was experiencing now.  She continued
the bump and grind, as well as the breast slapping routine for the entire
thirty minutes and was relieved when she felt a hand pull on her belt as
she was pulled from the platform.



   The unknown fat man removed her stopper gag, the belt and straps and led
her to a room next to the door which had led out to the platform where she
had just performed her bump and grind routine for the pleasure of the
audience in the party.

   The door opened to a room with a cot a table and a chair.  The electric
punishing instrument had been removed as well as the banana shaped dildo.
In place of the banana shaped dildo another, fatter, more powerful dildo
was inserted into her vaginal opening by the fat man.  He seemed to enjoy
both her discomfort and her embarrassment as he lubricated the monstrously
big penis shaped dildo, then turned it on so that she could see it wiggle
as it vibrated.  He turned it off and had her spread her legs as he
inserted the now slick but very large dildo inside her.  Sara's eyes flared
wide open and she bit on her lower lip when he flipped the switch to the on
position.  The sensations inside her were enough to make her want to climax
right on the spot.  The man then had her fold each arm behind her back. 
Her wrists were tied to the opposite elbow of each arm.  The beer bellied
man may not have liked chubby women, Sara thought, but he didn't mind
fondling her big breasts before he left.  She came moments after the man
started tugging on her nipples while supporting a breast in his palm.  The
climax she received was very intense but not intense enough to overwhelm
her or her senses as she listened to the man's droning voice as he
explained that she would be getting some visitors.  Each visitor had paid
Turner for time with her and the selection of her for their amusement had
been done as a direct result of the bump and grind routine she'd just
completed above the main party area.  The beer bellied man told her that
the room was sound proofed so if she came, or if she screamed it wouldn't
be heard.  She was told that she could sit or stand, even lay down, if she
wanted while she waited for each customer to get his time with her.  She
felt cheapened by the pot bellied man's words, cheapened and scared.

   Sara sat down after the man had left.  Her bottom rested firmly on the
wooden chair and as she sat there she became aware of the buzzing sound
transmitted from the vibrator inside her to the surface of the chair.  The
buzzing annoyed her so much that she slouched in the chair, and crossed her
legs.  Crossing her legs, she realized, was a mistake a big mistake.  She
climaxed almost immediately.  She definitely did not want to be climaxing
when a "customer" showed up so she came to her feet, groaning with the
effort because her muscles, as she well knew, had been through a rather
thorough work out.

   Then she saw the door opening and in the doorframe was the figure of a
man she instantly recognized as Chuck Waters.  The same Waters she had
flirted with at church, the same Waters that had asked her out and she had
declined saying she was married.  He stood there now, then walked in and
pulled the door shut behind him.  He gave her nakedness a once over.  The
last time he'd seen her, before her disgusting display on the platform, had
been in church.  He'd asked her out and had commented she was one of the
nicer looking mature women in the congregation.  She had declined.  She had
been interested at the time in the six foot, lean looking, middle aged man,
but she knew the complications could be worse than any time she actually
spent with him.  Now those "complications" looked so trivial as to be
almost stupid in comparison and it was because she stood now in front of
him "dressed" in the highest heels she'd ever had on in her life and garter
belt supported hose and otherwise being completely and utterly exposed to
his eyes.  He was quiet as he surveyed her nudity.  Sara couldn't help but
blush under his stare of obvious erotic pleasure as he carefully reviewed
every fold, every curve, every part of her totally exposed!  Sara was so
embarrassed, so totally exposed, that for an instant she lost all control.
In that instant the big vibrator inside her feel to the floor between her
legs and hummed, rattled and rolled away from her open feet.  She was now
totally mortified.  Waters smiled, bent and picked up the slick device,
turning it off and wiping his fingers on his trousers.  Chuck Waters was
only a year younger than herself, Sara knew.  She in fact knew quite a bit
about Waters, more than what she should have casually known because she was
interested in him; especially after she and her husband had been estranged.


   He turned towards her once again giving her a look over, smiling as he
obviously viewed her shaved crotch area and then reached out with his right
hand to cup and hold her right naked breast.  The back of his hand rubbed
her other dangling boob as he lifted the mound away from her body,
supporting it's round, globular shape in his palm.  He gently squeezed, his
finger tips causing an indent in the soft, firm tissue of her right breast.

   "You know Sara I was surprised to see you....  and what you did up there
on the platform; especially after you refused to date me."

   "I-I real-realize how ...  awkward this situation is for both of us,"
she stammered out as he used his other hand to pat down the top of her
exposed but supported right boob.

   "Awkward," he said chuckling as he rotated a finger around her red
areola and rubbed the already stiff nipple of her right breast to an even
more aroused state.  He continued to chuckle almost evilly as he used his
thumb and forefinger to pull on her right nipple trapping the tender
sensitive flesh between them as he rotated her nipple first one direction
then another.  Then he released his hold on her nipple and used the tip of
his finger to make an outline of her areola on her breast as he held her
boob away from her body by cupping it.  She felt so cheap!

   "Awkward," he repeated, "is not the word I would have chosen.  Your tits
Sara, now they are a surprise.  See when I saw you....before ...  I thought
you had a big set but these, these are really larger than I expected... 
more firm too," he said as he poked and prodded her right tit flesh with
the tips of his left hand, his right hand still holding and cupping her
naked breast.

   "That's what all men see first is my...  tits," she responded back
somewhat bitterly.

   "You shouldn't take that as a bad thing, besides when I first spotted
you it wasn't your tits I was looking at but that fine butt and those great
legs," he said this as he released his hold on her right breast and
concentrated his attention on her left breast.  Her right breast jiggled as
it was released.  `Like meat in a market', she thought bitterly.

   Sara swallowed, the gentle fondling having a profound effect on her. 
She was approaching another climax.  Her lower lip trembled as Waters
continued to fondle her big left breast and nipple.

   "I think the left one is bigger," he said.

   "My-my hus-husband thinks so too," she responded lamely.

   "You know," said Waters continuing to fondle and squeeze her left
breast, with one hand, while the other pulled and tweaked her left nipple,
"I don't think I would have gotten this far with you had you gone on that
date with me."

   "No-no, probably not, Chuck."

   After tweaking her nipple on her left breast he finally released the
mound.  Sara lowered her eyes to hide her humiliation.

   "Turn around Sara, let me see that fine ass of yours."

   It was strange hearing what she had thought was a godly man talking
dirty.  She turned around and showed him what he wanted, even bent over, at
his command, so that he could finger probe her anus.  Then he had her get
down on her knee's as he sat down on the cot.  He had her advance to his
position, wobbling on her knee's as she did so and Sara blushed as she felt
her big boobs bounce with the effort at walking on her knee's until she was
between his parted legs.  She had little doubt as to what he wanted.

   "Believe it or not, Sara, I am not interested in climaxing in your
mouth, not this time anyway.  But I do want to feel what a good blow job
feels like before I enter that expensive pussy of yours."

   He exposed himself to her and her eyes widened seeing the enormous
erection in her face and inches from her mouth.

   "All I want, this time, is a good suck, and to tickle the back of your
throat with my ....  buddy here."

   "Your-your `buddy' is really big, Chuck!"

   "I'm glad you think so Sara.  Now remember, one or two good solid pulls
on him with your pretty little mouth and a little throat tickle is all I
want this time."

   "I-I'm not sure I can, Chuck, you are very big!"

   "Oh, don't depreciate yourself Sara.  Put him between your lips and then
in your mouth.  That's right," he said as he pulled her head closer and his
huge cock head forced her lip stick covered lips to spread wide, "a little
wider, no teeth now, yes, see just keep forcing a little more at a time
into that mouth and I should be able to touch the back of your mouth very
soon."

   Sara was gagging before he had penetrated that far and he had to release
her head and let her try again and again until she got his erection deep
inside her mouth and was finally rubbing the back of her mouth and the
entrance to her throat.  She gagged twice more before finally getting it
right.

   The man who had attended her church, or at least the same church she
went to, had her stand then, on wobbly feet.

   "Ed has already assured me," Waters said as she felt his penis head rub
past her pussy lips.  She was standing again and Chuck had asked her to use
the table for support.  She had lain her head down on the surface of the
table and spread her legs prior to him entering her from the rear.

   "Sara you sure have a hot box!  Your pussy is really nice and smooth,
tight too!" exclaimed the slightly younger man as he slid half his length
inside her from the rear.  Sara couldn't help but rotate her hips in
response to the rather gentle but spreading entry inside her.  She was so
close to a climax now that she could almost taste it as the man penetrated
her both deeply and spread her interior wider than it had been before.

   "Ed has already assured me," Waters repeated, "that when I ask for
another date with you you'll be ready for what I have to offer."

   "I-I'm sur-sure I will," she responded stammering as she felt his balls
against her leg and his very hard, very long erection deep within her
pussy. He slid out slowly then slid back in, holding her hips as he did so.
Then sliding one hand over her belly he cupped her big left breast in his
left hand as he plummeted rapidly in and out of her screwing her like it
was the first time he'd sex.

   Sara felt his big erection stiffen even more then felt him reach a
climax as he spurted twice deeply inside her feeling her vagina with his
fluids.  She was so filled, in fact, that when he pulled out she could feel
a combination of his and her own fluids ooze out of her and down the inside
of her right thigh.  She hadn't climaxed herself, being too appalled by the
situation.  Instead, there was that strong pleasurable sensation that left
her almost breathless.  It wasn't as good as a climax but it was a very
pleasurable experience.

   The fat man returned right after Waters left.  He unfastened her arms,
cleaned her up some, and then had her lay down on the cot.  Her arms were
fastened at the wrists to the metal legs of the cot each wrist to a cot leg
effectively keeping her laying there totally exposed.

   Her son entered the room, she saw, just as Andy Tiller was finishing his
time with her.  Since Chuck Waters had left she had been forced into
servicing four men and two boys.  Her mouth felt dirty as did her pussy. 
She felt used and cheapened as Tiller finished with his screwing, thanking
her in the most ugly way by climaxing on her exposed belly as he pulled out
of her sore pussy.

   On her way home, they had been allowed to exit the Tavern at the rear,
she curled up into a ball in the back seat, feeling dirty, used and
cheapened.  Sara's first experience at the Tavern had been a horrible
nightmare.  She didn't remember the ride home, only the shower her son
insisted she have when she got home.  She washed the juices of more than a
half dozen men and boys off her body and out of her hair, then dried off
and went to bed totally naked.  Curled up in her bed, with only a sheet
covering her she hoped she would never see the Double Lantern Tavern again,
but she knew she probably would.  Sara was beginning to wonder if it was
really worth the effort of trying to appease these blackmailing scum bags.
She was rapidly losing what self respect she had left.  She knew she would
see more of Turner in the future and she really wasn't looking forward to
that.
   Flame me at fingerpro88@yahoo.com