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 Ravaged Moms Part IV Codes:(teen male older female, rape, nc, bdsm,
torture, piercing, humil, exhib, forced mast)

   ** 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 FORM 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.  FINGERPRO



   Sara returned to conscious awareness very slowly.  As more and more of
her conscious awareness returned she realized she felt warm and
comfortable, in fact she even felt more than a little aroused.  In the
early part of her awakening she remembered a kiss, slow, steady and very
pronounced as her lips were completely covered she opened her mouth and
exchanged tongues.  It was a delicious feeling especially because her
nipples were both very aroused and very hot.  She could feel her left
nipple gently being rolled between thumb and forefinger and she not only
became more intense in kissing she felt her nipple become more erect as she
was swept along an almost delirious path of arousal.  The mouth left her
own mouth but stayed in contact with her skin as she felt the saliva from
the mouth cool on her skin as the mouth moved down over her large right
breast to suck in her right nipple.  Her right nipple, already quite
aroused and very hard became even more erect.  Sara could actually feel the
right nipple expand in the gently sucking mouth.  She suddenly became aware
of her hips.  It was a strange feeling.  Her hips seemed to be moving,
slowly back and forth against a soft cushion, her vaginal entrance being
gently probed by a finger.  In her half dazed, half aware state the finger
felt very good, rotating around the taut membrane of her vaginal sphincter
muscle and slowly, deliberately, rotating inwards towards the soft flesh of
her inner womanhood.  Almost at the same time she felt a thumb on her clit
hood pushing the hood aside to rub the excited bud to an even more aroused
state.  She heard a woman's moan, almost distantly, then realized it was
her own aroused moan of pleasure, followed by a grunt of sudden discomfort
that was followed by more pleasure.  The displeasure had been the insertion
of a second finger past the sphincter spreading her opening a little more,
but it was compounded now as both fingers probed the inner lining of her
sensitive, highly aroused, vagina.  Sara felt her legs spread a little
further apart and a newly aware part of her seemed to be even more aroused
as she felt the tightness of her skirt hem slip upwards over the snaps of
her garter belted hose tops.  Some of her hearing returned and she heard a
sloshing, squishing sound that was somehow vaguely erotic.  The fingers
probed deeper inside her and she felt a groan of pleasure surge upwards
from deep inside her as the wicked thumb of the hand at her womanhood sent
her over the edge.  She actually felt her vaginal walls vibrate as she
climaxed.  Her juices still flowed, causing the sound she'd heard before
she realized, her nipples were both still erect and very, very hard.  Once
again her mouth was covered with a mouth and once again she breathed deeply
through her nose feeling her nostril collapse and swells as she rapidly and
with apparent complete abandonment allowed herself the pleasure of
climaxing a second time.  This time the climax was more intense and much
longer.  Still the fingers probed her soft inner flesh, the thumb slowly
rotating around her clit hood occasionally flicking the actual clit and
causing her hips to surge upwards in response.  The mouth left her lips as
she gasped.  Sara sucked in air like she'd been under water for a long
time, feeling her chest rise and fall, her boobs rolling with the effort,
as the fingers stimulating her left nipple began to stimulate the right
nipple and the mouth moved into position over her now very erect, very
aroused left nipple sucking it deeply into the warm wetness of the mouth.
She felt part of her boob enter the sucking mouth, felt the fantastic
arousal of the tongue goading her towards a third intense climax.  The
terrible fingers in her pussy were moving now more rapidly and the terrible
hand on her nipple was actually pulling her breast away from her body, but
instead of pain she felt more arousal.  She climaxed, a little shrieking
sound coming from her throat in this third and yet longer more intense
climax.  The entire procedure repeated itself over and over.  She lost
count of the number of climaxes she went through, but in her now sex
aroused dazed state she realized she needed an orgasm not just another
climax.  To get an orgasm she needed to be fucked.

   "Fuck me, please, please fuck me," she begged the mouth.

   The hand at her pussy slowly retreated and the mouth moved away.  She
felt her head move slightly, propped up now by some sort of rest.  Her legs
were still wide open, her pussy vibrating with a desperate need to be
filled.  She felt hands move along her legs, both legs at the same time,
then felt her tight skirt hem (tight she realized distantly because she was
laying on her skirt) pushed up close to the garter belt that ringed her
tummy.  Then she gasped, her neck arching as she felt the head of the penis
enter her opening and hang there for a moment.  The terrible arousing hands
moved from her naked ass cheeks to her full thighs, staying along the
outside of her thighs until the hand reached her hose tops.  Then the hand
moved towards her sensitive inner thighs and raced quickly over the tops of
her hose to her naked thighs and further upwards to her crotch.  She felt
the hand tease her pussy lips, tease her clit, as she rotated and attempted
to get the hard penis head deeper inside her to no avail.  She was being
teased and she knew it, but it was also adding to her pleasure.  Somehow
she knew she had to get the penis inside her!

   "Ram it in there, ram that stiff cock up my pussy!  Fuck me, please,
please fuck me!" she almost shouted.

   Almost from a distance she heard a chuckle, a young sound, pleased with
her verbal requests.

   She brought her arms down, supporting her own thighs as she held herself
open for the penetration.  She felt her boobs press together by the action
of her arms and then the glorious penetration.  The long stiff rod of flesh
sliding into her tunnel, sliding down the long path, filling her completely
and even stretching her insides a little more with the fullness of the
large, thick, very long erection.  A youngish mouth covered hers as she
felt her breasts being massaged and his balls resting on her ass cheeks. 
She rotated her ass under him trying to get him to piston his rod but to no
avail.  He continued to lay there filling her, but not moving with her. 
She groaned her desperate need not met, her arousal overwhelming her.  His
mouth moved off of hers as he whispered obscene things in her right ear,
nibbling at her ear lobe.  She continued to try and get him to slide in and
out of her but he continued to lay there beneath her letting her do the
work of keeping him aroused.  He continued to whisper his obscene demands,
his awful requests for her complete denial of her marriage.  He cupped and
released her big boobs making them bounce.  She grunted, groaned, and tried
desperately to get him to move but he would not, only laying there inside
her, his cock filling her, his balls driving her crazy with lust.  She
whispered back to him his demands and she felt him grin as he stroked her
pussy with his piston rod, but only a couple of times before she locked her
legs around his, feeling him once again slow to a stop, still inside her,
still filling her, but not satisfying her deep need.  She had to shout out
the awful words, only then would he fuck her.  She said the words, out
loud. He wanted her to shout them out and repeat them.  He continued to
torment her with arousal without satisfaction.  Finally, losing all reason
she shouted out the words he wanted her to say, loud, clear, and
unmistakable.  She repeated the terrible words, "Fuck me with that big
cock. You're a better fuck than my husband!  Your cock is bigger, better,
longer, oh god fuck me!  Fuck!  You're a better fuck than my husband I want
you so bad, just fuck me hard.  Your cock is bigger than my husbands,
longer, thicker, more arousing, fuck me please, fuck me!  I'm your personal
slut, you're whore, you're bitch to do with as you please.  Fuck your slut
please fuck me now!"

   He did fuck her then too, continuing as she repeated the words over and
over, burning them into her mind until the fantastic orgasm hit her like
she'd been hit with a truck.  She felt the cock inside her expand even more
as her vaginal muscles rippled over the truly long cock then she felt and
heard him groan as a huge load of sperm flooded her interior.  The cock
inside her actually vibrated as it spewed forth the sperm, squishing and
sloshing her insides with both the amount and the power of the squirts of
cum.  She came like she'd never climaxed before in her life, squealing,
squirming, thrashing and literally clawing her way to the highest peak of
orgasm she'd ever experienced.  When it was over she cried, but not because
of what she'd said (that would come later) but because of the intensity,
the satisfying completeness of the orgasm.  Her awareness became complete
as she lay there, her heart still pounding, her muscles now relaxing,
feeling the weight of the boy atop her.  She looked up into the grinning,
leering face of Tyrone Baker, cousin to Jerome Baker.  Quickly she turned
her head to one side, realizing she was on the couch, her son tied in a
chair had watched her!  Her eyes widened in shock, then she began to cry in
shame and mortification at what she had said as she felt Tyrone's stiff
cock deflate, but remain still buried inside her.  Then the fifteen year
old was backing out of her, his semi erect cock causing a plopping sound as
he removed himself from her spent pussy.  Sara felt even more degraded
realizing horribly three camera's on tripods had been set up to record her
awful display; a display she knew she would later regret and come to hate.

   As she lay there Sara became aware of the fact that her previous skirt
had been removed.  She'd fainted, she remembered, on the floor and now she
was on the couch.  The skirt she'd thought she had on was actually a slip.
She was both braless and without panties, but her garter belt and hose were
on.  To her complete surprise she noticed her heels were still on her feet
as she stared past where Tyrone was kneeling now, his shiny dong hanging
limply down and dripping the combined juices of his cum and her pussy.  He
was still grinning from his recent sex as he got off the couch and Sara
tried to recover some of her modesty was pulling down her slip hem over her
exposed genitals and trying unsuccessfully to cover her big breasts with
the slips top.

   Sara tried twice to sit up before she made it, only to be told by Ernie
to stand.  Sara got to her feet, her muscles shaking with the effort. 
Ernie Fryman then pulled her slip off her body.  She was nude except for
high heels, hose and garter belt.  Sara looked over, realizing there was
some commotion near the door to the play room.  She suddenly realized the
door was open, no longer locked.  Through the doorway a completely naked
Mrs.  Susan Stone was being pushed by Oswald.  Sara had a feeling that the
situation had gone from bad to worse.

   Sara wasn't wrong on her premonition of disaster.  She was forced to the
floor, next to Susan Stone.  They were tied together in such a way that the
two women's heads were buried in the other woman's crotch.  Sara turned her
head so that her mouth wasn't over the younger mom's pussy.  Two slaps from
Gary's belt on her uncovered, naked, vulnerable ass cheeks changed her mind
to place her mouth squarely over the younger woman's pussy.  Susan was
forced to do the same to Sara.  Then the two women were literally rolled
back and forth on the floor, Sara on top then on the bottom, with Susan on
top.  Susan's pussy was beginning to respond to the crying Sara was doing
as she sobbed over being forced in a homosexual act.  Susan appeared to be
doing the same as Sara felt the beginnings of arousal in her own loins. 
Then Oswald positioned Susan on top of Sara.  Sara had a bird's eye view of
Oswald as he took out his obviously long erect penis and penetrated Susan
Stone's chute hole with his cock.  Susan screamed in Sara's pussy and
despite her best efforts to control herself the scream aroused Sara because
the younger woman's mouth left her crotch for a few seconds only to be
reseated again.  Susan whimpered, and cried, each whimper and cry driving
Sara closer to an unwanted climax.  Susan whimpered and cried each time
Oswald slammed his rod of flesh in and out of the mom's rectum, obviously
relishing the feeling.

   "Damn but she's got a nice tight asshole, even tighter than that Higgins
bitch!" exclaimed Oswald as he raped the younger mom's anus on top of Sara.

   Sara was very close to a climax when Oswald grunted and came.  He pulled
out to shoot his cum all across the curved naked back of Mrs.  Susan Stone.
Then Susan was rolled to the bottom as Fred Wade moved into position over
Sara's exposed ass.  Fred took his time.  He deliberately positioned his
cock head between her ass checks and let his cock head sink only barely
into Sara's ass hole.  Then sudden Sara felt a bolt of blinding red hot
pain as her ass felt as if she were coming apart and she realized Fred had
slammed his hard penis up her butt!  She screamed and just as she screamed
she felt Susan's body tremble and knew beyond a shadow of any doubt Susan
was climaxing too.  The torment Sara felt from that ass reaming would last
a very long time.  She did, however and much to her personal shame, climax
as her pussy was repeatedly shoved into the slobbering mouth of the younger
mom beneath her.  Between little mews, and small pleadings for the young
man to stop, she announced she was climaxing.  She was being raped up her
ass but Susan Stone's forced oral manipulations drove her over the edge as
she felt Wade pull out and then felt the warm splash, which quickly cooled
on her back, of Wades ejaculated cum.  She cried as she realized that both
Susan and Wade knew she'd cum and Wade made it well known by say, "Shit,
big tit's here came when I fucked her ass, she must like it that way!"

   They were being untied, Sara realized as she lay there.  Susan Stone was
being led, on her knee's, to the waiting erection of Ernie Fryman.  Oswald
was jerking her to her feet.  She was escorted out of the room by Oswald,
past the slurping mouth of Mrs.  Susan Stone as she sucked off Ernie
Fryman. Sara ascended the stairs in lurches, half dragged, half pulled by
Oswald, tears blinding her vision and near exhaustion overwhelming her to
the point that she didn't care that she was still nude.

   It was a pleasant surprise to be led to a shower stall and even though
Oswald supervised her shower, making certain he humiliated her by insisting
on triple douches, she still felt refreshed and somewhat more human than
what she'd felt when she first entered the half bath located near the rear
door.  When she exited she noted the door was open and allowed anyone with
two eyes to see that she was "dressed" in only pumps.  Oswald escorted her
to a bedroom on the main floor where he humiliated her once again by being
gentle.  He gently traced the outline of her large left breast, then the
right breast.  In the process he managed to get her nipples very aroused.
Sara fought the arousal unsuccessfully.  If the hoodlum would have been
brutal, like he had been before, she wouldn't have been aroused but his
constant fingering of her breasts and the way he trapped her nipples
between his thumb and forefinger rolling her tender but very sensitive
nipple flesh between the two fingers was more than she could fight.  Her
nipples swelled as she felt her areola's shrink, puckering from the gentle
fondling of the rapist.  Almost totally in a daze she was led over to a big
king size bed.  It wasn't until after Sara lay down and saw Gary Oswald
move to the foot of the bed that she realized two things the first of which
was that Oswald wasn't going to get on the bed and the second was Jimmy,
laying in the nude, next to her.  Sara swallowed, then moaned, as she felt
the young boys mouth on her right nipple.  The gentle suction was driving
her crazy.  His mouth moved off her nipple and down her breast as she lay
there breathing heavily.  Then, Sara shuddered in both disgust and
pleasure, as she felt his tongue work her genitals down below.  As Sara
well knew, the youth was extremely good at giving her head and she knew she
would be experiencing more than a little pleasure at the end of his tongue.
She wasn't wrong in her assessment.  The gentle, little kid from next door
was capable of bringing her to a climax faster than anyone she'd ever been
around, but this time what was worse was she realized he had actually
improved his "technique" to point where her control (what little she had
ever had with him) was totally gone.  The oral sexual stimulation the youth
gave her was different, somehow, this time and it wasn't until after her
third, sweaty, gasping climax that she realized the youth had placed
"something" over her clitoris hood.  Sara didn't know what that "something"
was, but she did know that whatever it was it kept her in a near constant
state of arousal bordering on climax.  The mere lifting of a breast and a
gentle kiss was enough to sends spasms through her form which made her
climax.  Through her daze sexual arousal there was a feeling of horror
because she realized that each of the "little" climaxes, intense as they
were, did not help her overall release condition.  The true horror of the
constant stimulation between her legs was that she would need an orgasmic
release.

   How long she had lay there she never knew, she only knew that sometime
during the oral stimulation it had stopped.  Sara was in total confusion as
she was led from one terrible situation to another.  Her mind was in a fog
as she was sat up and thrown some clothes.  The clothes felt strange, even
as she found herself putting them on like some kind of automaton.  She was
thrown a pair of hose, with elastic tops, so she didn't have to worry about
connecting a garter belt snap to them.  This was a good thing.  The way the
hose hit her naked, stimulated, round boobs though seemed to just agitate
her even more.  Sara licked her dry lips, as she could barely comprehend
what was being demanded, let alone what was going on around her because
most of her attention was centered on a need which wasn't being met.  It
was almost as if she were experiencing some kind of drugged condition,
there was that much of a fog.  The skirt she was given was tight at the
waist, loose at the knee's.  The blouse seemed wrong and she kept hunting
for and not finding the buttons.  Later she would realize the buttons had
been removed from the half sleeved white blouse deliberately.  Then it
dawned on her sex fogged mind that she was about to be taken outside.  It
was far too late for her to resist, but she did anyway, making squeaking
moans through the duct tape placed over her mouth and wriggling violently,
as well as uselessly, because her wrists were held together with more duct
tape.  She was escorted outside by two large youths, to a van the motor of
which was already running.  Inside the van she was roughly shoved to the
floor with her arms pinned to some kind of u-bolt in the floor of the van.
Fear raced through her mind as she felt cold metal over her ankles, pinning
her legs to the floor near the twin doors which were open.  The fear and
the rush of adrenalin cleared her mind rapidly.  She heard, and felt, a
ratcheted device as her legs were forcibly spread about a foot apart.  The
doors closed with a double thud.  Sara looked above her head and would have
gasped except for the fact that her mouth was taped.  Hanging upside down,
with her ankles tied to her thighs was Susan Stone, and she was quite nude
as well as unconscious.  Wide eyed Sara looked to her left and saw a flat
bench like seat that ran from the back door of the van to the front where
there were two youths.  One was driving, the other was in the passengers
seat.  She wondered where she was be taken now!  Then, horribly, she
recognized the passenger as the kid turned around to leer at her laying
there on the floor of the van.  His name was Jason Howard.  He had been
over at her house once before, merely because he had been the friend of her
son's best friend.  The kid had been insolent, leering and downright
mouthy. He had stated to her, in the first and only meeting, that adults
did what he told them to do, especially married adult women.  That had
gotten a blush of anger out of her and she had asked the somewhat pudgy
young man as he had languished in one of her chairs with his leg over an
armrest what he had meant by that statement.  His response was that adults
seemed to know their place when he was around.  His response angered her
even more, at the time, and she had asked him, then told him to leave.  As
he had sauntered out of her house, almost insolently, she got the
impression her anger and her demand that he leave her house had not even
phased him one little bit.

   But now it was totally, horribly different.  Now she was strapped to the
floor of a moving van and going someplace she didn't even know where.  Now
he was in total control and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, she
could do about it.  He had been talking to the unseen driver about her.  He
kept look back and commenting about how nice her titties looked when the
van hit a chuck hole.  He'd made some kind of lewd statement about her
exposed legs.  Finally, the driver said, "Look, if you're getting a hard on
for her, take care of it, she's going to Ernie's clubhouse anyway."

   Then Howard had gotten up out of his chair and bending over, because of
the height of the van, walked into the back of the van where she was
laying. "We're far enough away, take off her tape gag, I like hearing them
scream," said the unfamiliar voice of the driver.  Jason Howard grinned
evilly and ripped the tape from her mouth.

   "Do-don't do this Jason, plea-please don't do this."

   Jason merely leered at her exposure before going all the way to the rear
of the van near the double doors.  He then pulled on her left leg.  As he
pulled her right leg moved too and there was a click.  The ratcheted device
that her legs were strapped do kept her from closing her legs.  Then
pulling on her ankle again there was another snap and then another.  Her
legs were wide enough apart for Jason to get between them.  The skirt hem
rose on her middle thighs and she could feel the skirt drooping over her
crotch.

   "Nice of you to spread your legs for me, Mrs.  Bergman," said Jason, as
he ran his hands up and down her shins, then over her knee's and just to
the edge of her skirt hem.

   "You little bastard!  You know I can't close my legs!  Don't do this! 
Please, please don't do this!"

   Her words, she realized miserably, were falling on deaf ears.  He
flicked her skirt hem up exposing her genitals to his view.  Sara could
feel the cooler air of the van rush into her exposed area and knew beyond
any doubt he was seeing her fully exposed.  She sobbed in humiliation.

   She watched in a mixture of fear, loathing, self contempt, and even
anticipation.  Before being bound on this van she'd been horribly
stimulated.  See the bulb head of the erection of the youth made her
fearful, not for what he was about to do to her, but because of what her
reaction would be.  She was already very stimulated, she knew, and when he
placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, Sara gasped,
feeling her back arch in needful anticipation.

   "You through me out of your house once, Mrs.  Bergman, doesn't appear
you want me out of your pussy though does it?" laughed the youth as he slid
all of his seven inches of rock hard meat deep inside her slippery, wet
channel.  She half sobbed, not because it hurt, but because she actually
needed it so much!

   He groaned and she grunted as the van hit a chuck hole and he penetrated
deeper than he had been before.  Sara gasped looking up, hearing a funny
squeaking sound, then realizing as she looked that the squeaking sound was
the sound of Susan's Stone's still unconscious body swaying on the pole
that held her above the floor of the van.

   She tried pushing the youth out of her, but found that even this action
resulted in her being even more stimulated.  Her pussy contracted around
the invading projection and she felt herself beginning to loose control as
he leaned forward, pushed her open blouse aside and sucked in a left
nipple. Her nipple was already quite stimulated but the oral suction made
it both tingle and swell even more as she felt him roll her nipple flesh
between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.  Sara moaned, in half delight
half repulsion, as she realized she was one step closer to loosing all
control at the hands of this despicable youth.

   Her pulled out of her pussy then slammed inwards, causing her breasts to
giggle, even the breast in his mouth jiggled.  Her legs tensed as she tried
to expel the feelings as well as the invading cock but it was all to no
avail.  She felt his hand slide along her right thigh to her buns, then up
over her belly to her big right breast.  He cupped the breast and pushed it
towards her other boob.

   "God damn but you've got big tits, Mrs.  Bergman, big nipples too!"
exclaimed the youth as he continued to fondle her helpless form.

   She felt both her breast being used like handles as he leaned into her
and she felt his groin grind against hers.  His cock was fully inside her
as she groaned and moaned under him then, terribly, it started.  The `it'
being the response to the long stimulation, the continuous invasion of the
youth's prick deep inside her drove her over the edge.  Her hips churned as
much as her bonds would allow beneath him as he slid in and out of her
unprotected pussy.  He laughed as he kissed her face and at first she
rejected him turning her lips aside, but then as he continued to pound in
and out of her she felt her head turning realizing she needed oral
stimulation to complete her feelings.  She not only allowed the youth to
kiss her, she responded in a similar was, thrusting her tongue into his
mouth much the same way he thrust his cock into her pussy.  Her breasts
felt hot, hard, on fire as she thrust herself with abandonment towards this
pudgy youth and finally arched her back when she could no longer take it
and climaxed!  It was an orgasmic climax and it was a needed one.  Her
vision blurred and finally a darkness settled over her as she realized she
was about to faint.  She welcomed the darkness.



   Authors Note: Sara's training session in the `clubhouse' will be a
continuation of this story closely related to the `Debased Mom'' series. 
For consistency sake Ravaged Mom's Part 5 will be the `bridge' to `Debased
Mom'.  Future sessions of the clubhouse will include what happens to the
Susan Stone character.  Flame me if you like.  Fingerpro