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Subject: {ASSM} Dominated By My Son -  Chapter 3 - The Gang's All Here (4/8) (inc, m/F, mDom, S and M)
Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2003 15:10:04 -0400
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Chapter 3 - The Gang's All Here

"You know what you have to do?" Victor asked for the umpteenth time as
we waited for his friends to arrive.

"Yes Victor," I smiled "I know what I have to do. Though I am not sure
how much you want me to struggle with your friends."

He considered this while I relived in my mind my seduction and
enslavement of only a few precious hours ago, exciting myself even
more as I remembered how it felt to be fucked and controlled by my own
son.

"Were the boys to have taken you cold," he asked "without me
dominating you first, how much would you struggle?"

"I don't honestly know." I replied.

"Would you eventually surrender to them under those conditions?" he
tried again.

"Eventually." I smiled "Sooner or later they would have mastered me."

"In which case let them master you." he grinned "Fight them to the
end."

"Not you, I couldn't fight you now." I gasped out.

"Having already mastered you I won't be taking you this time, just the
other seven." he laughed "I will be there though, I will watch them
break you, watch you eventually beg them to do as they wish with you
just as you begged me last night. And so you can savour the moment
over and over I will be using the video cam to record it all."

I felt a rush of excitement at his last words, but I had to calm
myself if the role I was to play for his friends was to be convincing.
Not that it was much of a role, I felt terrified at the thought of his
friends all taking me, of becoming almost as enslaved by them as I was
by my son, I knew that very little of my reactions would be acting.
The sound of the doorbell made me jump as the moment of truth arrived;
leaving the lounge Victor gave me a last smile and went to let his
friends into the house. Alone I felt myself begin to tremble with
dread at what I would have to do next, but I knew that I would make my
son proud of me by doing as he had ordered. I heard the voices of the
boys pass along the hall then fade as they entered their "clubroom"
and closed the door behind them. With growing tension I waited for the
summons from my son.

"Mother," my son's voice sounded along the hallway "would you come in
here."

Taking a deep nervous breath I headed towards the clubroom, before
Victors' call I had been feeling slightly aroused, my pussy had been
starting to get wet. Now as I walked slowly to the room where I was to
be broken to the wills of seven 16-year-old boys I felt my throat
tightening with fear and my pussy grow dry. That walk and the feelings
it brought about in me must have been something like what those poor
French aristocrats had felt on their walk to the scaffold of Madam le
Guillotine. All too soon I was at the door with fear threatening to
make me turn away and run to my room, in fact I partially turned to
flee before the thought of how this would affect Victor came to me.
Given a modicum of strength by that thought I straightened my
shoulders and knocked at the clubroom door, it opened to reveal
Victor.

"You called for me Victor?" I spoke one of my few set lines.

"I did mother," he smiled "do come inside."

I walked through that door with dread at what was to take place
filling me, the gentle click of the door closing behind me felt like a
cell door banging shut. Victor walked to the other end of the room, as
would be natural I followed him mindful of the other boys in the room,
yet doing my utmost to focus only on Victor.

"What was it you wanted Victor?" I asked once he came to a stop about
three quarters of the way across the room.

"Not me mother," he smiled as he turned and picked up the video cam
from a side table "them."

With his chin he indicated the other boys in the room and I did my
best to look puzzled but not yet concerned. I raised an eyebrow in
query to them.

"Melanie." The boy called Paul spoke out for them all "we wish you to
submit to us as we know you have already submitted to Victor. Will you
do so willingly?"

I looked at them with the best expression of shocked surprise I could
muster, shaking my head I looked over to Victor.

"Don't look to me," he spoke the words we had practiced "the others
need to know you have submitted to them because you have done so
willingly or because they have mastered you, not because I have
commanded you to do so."

I looked back to the other boys and spoke my last scripted line; from
here on I would be ad-libbing.

"I have no intention of submitting to you boys at all."

"Well if you won't submit to us willingly it will have to be the other
way then." Paul spoke in a low voice filled with menace.

With that I did what would be natural under those circumstances, I
turned on my heel and walked quickly towards the door. My heels made
little noise on the carpeted floor, but the click of the door being
locked filled the room ominously, I paused in mid-stride and stared at
the boy Len, he was openly placing the key to the door in a pocket
while leering at me meaningfully. Nevertheless I continued my retreat
to the door even though I knew escape was not on the cards, tugging at
the door handle with true desperation I made a forlorn effort to get
out of the room. Then a hand touched my shoulder and I whirled around
pressing my back to the door as I looked in turn at each of the seven
teen faces in front of me. The fear the boys could see in my stance
also showed in my eyes, I was truly afraid and suddenly wanted to
truly escape no matter how it may affect my sons' status in the group.
Only it was way too late for escape so I stood poised to fight and
claw at the boys as they drew in around me, but even this was to be
denied me. One boy lunged forward and as I raised a hand to scratch at
him another boy lunged in and grabbed my wrist, as though it were a
signal all the boys lunged at me, in seconds they had me helpless in
their hands and were dragging me screaming and struggling towards the
centre of the room.

"Strip her." I heard the boy called Paul command.

As the clothes were literally torn from my struggling body I could see
my son taping each and every moment, but I had little time to look to
the camera. I was glad that I had taken Victor's advise to wear either
old clothes or ones I didn't like, within a minute my clothes, all of
them, lay in tatters around my feet. Raising my voice in a plea to the
boys to stop what they were doing I tried to cover my breasts with one
arm and my pussy with the other hand, I felt tears spring to my eyes
as I begged them not to do this thing. My pleas fell on deaf ears
though, they had barely left my mouth when the boys moved into a
circle around me, then the boys tossed me around their circle, groping
my breasts and laughing at my cries for help and my pleas for them to
stop. Eventually I came full circle then found myself being thrust
around again, this time it was my pussy they focussed their attentions
on, they pushed fingers into me, rubbed at it, crushed it and pulled
at my clit ignoring all my pleas and struggles. Again I came full
circle, I was very afraid and oh so humiliated to be treated so by a
group of 16 year old boys, at the same time I was shocked to discover
that my pussy was started to grow wet! I had no doubt these boys would
be only too happy to discover that wetness.

I was standing in front of Paul; he reached out and speared a finger
into my pussy then let out a laugh.

"She's getting wet boys!" he declared.

I slapped his hand away from my pussy and glared fearfully at him,
rubbing his wrist the boy smirked at me while speaking to the other
boys.

"Enough play," Paul said in a low voice "take her down for her first
fucking."

"NOOO!" I cried out and tried to break loose of their circle.

It was a useless gesture on my part, as I had known it would be, in
moments they had hold of all my limbs and were laying me none to
gently on the floor. Then, while four of them held my limbs the other
three undressed, they took the place of three of the boys at my limbs
who in their turn stripped. The last boy was relieved and soon I was
the centre of seven naked teens all sporting erections that ranged
from a 5 inch tiddler to a large 8 inch one, despite my fear at what
was about to take place I still managed the pride filled thought that
my sons cock outclassed all of theirs in length and girth. The boys
holding my struggling legs pushed them apart and up, as Paul knelt
down in front of me I cried out my fear at what was to happen. With a
laugh the boy thrust his cock into my pussy and began to fuck me with
hard strokes. Sobbing I turned my head away and called out to god to
help me, laughter was my only reply, that and one of the boys taking
hold of either side of my head and forcing me to look up into Paul's
face as he fucked me with cruel force. Paul leered down at me then
placed his lips on mine with forceful passion. A kiss I did my best to
ignore for as long as I could, but the feel of the boys cock sliding
in my pussy was exciting me more and more, which I knew was what they
were relying on, without warning I found myself giving a groan and
returning the boys' kiss. As I returned his kiss Paul gave a grunt
into my mouth, pushed hard into me and trembled, in my pussy I felt
his cock swell then twitch as he filled me with his juices.

"Damn me," Paul commented breathlessly as he rose from my violated
body "she is one hot fuck and no mistake about it."

The next boy to take me was Len; he humped and ground his cock in my
pussy, teased my nipples and kissed me until I had almost reached a
climax. Then the sod came, grunting out his pleasure even as his jism
spurted into me. Len rose from me leaving me quivering on the edge of
a climax, desperate to get off yet equally as desperate to escape my
rapers. But it was not to be, as Len moved away Alan took his place,
once again the young body on top of me thrust and ground with regard
only to his pleasure. Thankfully he managed to drive me to a climax
shortly before he came himself. John was next and he thrust into me
while I was in mid-orgasm, his motions kept me boiling with pleasure
and I felt my legs released which let me hump up my lower body to
greet John's thrusts. Then John had climaxed and gone from me, his
place filled by Ray and eventually Adam took Ray's place, until at
last the seventh boy, Ian, took his turn fucking me.

Trembling in climax I lay with my eyes closed, they flew open when I
felt myself being hauled to my feet and dragged across the room to the
far wall, I barely had time to register the fact that there were iron
rings spaced along the wall both high up and low down before I felt
one of my hands being tied to a ring. In desperation I tried to kick
out and to pull my other hand loose, but they held me too tightly and
one by one my wrists and ankles were tied to the rings.

"Will you submit to us?" one of the boys asked.

"No!" I gasped out shaking my head in the negative as hard as I could.

Then I screamed as pain blossomed in my buttocks, using a paddle or
something similar they took it in turns to beat my posterior. I sobbed
and screamed, pleaded and writhed all to no avail, the beating went on
and as had happened with Victor, it also turned me on. In my writhing
I made them occasionally miss their target and my screeches were loud
and high when whatever it was they were beating me with landed
partially or totally on my pussy lips, it was those blows in
particular that sent me roaring into an orgasm some unknown time
later.

My orgasm seemed to be the signal for the beating to stop, instead
hands rubbed and squeezed at my burning buttocks, slid round to
squeeze my throbbing pussy lips then moved back to press at my anus.
Something slick and slippery pushed a little way into my arse hole
making me gasp and wriggle with mixed pain and pleasure. The
something, which I could tell was neither a finger nor a cock, pushed
further in my back passage in such a slow tortuously sublime manner
that I was cumming mere moments later. This time my climax was greeted
with a chorus of laughter and ribald comments that did have the effect
of humiliating me even more, but the side effect to that was that I
merely climaxed all the harder. God alone knows how long I hung
attached to those rings, but at no point was my body unattended, hands
or objects were touching or filling me constantly and not only singly.
At one point two hands were squeezing and pulling at my boobs, another
hand was tweaking my clit cruelly, at the same time someone was
fucking my pussy hard with a dildo while another dildo twisted and
thrust in my arse, as if that wasn't enough my buttocks were being
spanked with an irregular rhythm. Screaming, sobbing, shaking and
shuddering I was pushed through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until
I hung weak and panting in my bonds. My physical collapse must have
been a signal to move on to whatever they had planned for me next.

I was not really aware enough to pay attention to their actions as
they freed me from the rings and dragged me near the centre of the
room. In a brief moment of clarity I saw my son out of the corner of
my eye, he was following everything that was being done to me with the
video cam. A thrill ran through me at the thought that I would later
be able to savour the sights and sounds of my domination. But that was
definitely for later, in the present I was being turned and twisted,
my wrists were being locked into some sort of padded belt, as were my
ankles and thighs. I felt something coming under my back then I was
released by the hands that had been manoeuvring me, I gasped as I felt
myself swinging above the floor, above me the ceiling swayed to and
fro, only it dawned on me that it wasn't the ceiling moving. Then the
seven boys were all around me, my look of fear was certainly not faked
as I realised that I was at the perfect height for them to take me in
any of my orifices, singly or in groups! Suddenly all the boys looked
up, with dread filling me I followed their gaze to see something being
lowered on a wire towards my chest.

"OH GOD!" I cried out when I realised what the something being lowered
was.

The boys grabbed the nipple clamps as soon as they could reach them, I
heard the cables they were attached to whirr as the boys pulled the
clamps down to my nipples and attached them to my sensitive buds.

"Please no!" I gasped out as the wires began to tighten.

In mixed horror and excitement I watched my nipples being pulled up in
the clamps, my boobs stretching upwards as the boys pulled the wires
upwards. How they made their judgement of when to stop pulling my
boobs upwards was anyone's guess, but when they stopped the sensations
of pleasure were just that bit stronger than those of pain. Then the
boys were all around me again, their hands reaching out to stroke,
squeeze, pinch and even hit every part of my body. Under this level of
attention I was soon climaxing and continued to climax throughout the
next part of my delicious ordeal.

Too overwhelmed by the waves of rapture that were washing over and
through me to note who took me or in what order, all I know is that
they must all of had me at least three times as I hung and swung in my
bonds. I do remember that the first of them to take me in this
position took me in the arse, I can remember crying out at the pain of
his entry, can remember the swinging sensation as he thrust in and
pulled out with cruelly hard strokes. Another boy pushed my head down
until it dangled painfully, he pushed his cock at my lips and at that
moment I knew that I had very little resistance left in me,
nevertheless I managed to keep my lips closed while he pressed his
cock to my lips insistently. My whole body jerked as he hit my
stretched boobs, my scream of pained pleasure was all the opportunity
he needed to thrust his cock into my mouth.

Pierced at arse and mouth I was being fucked mercilessly to ever
higher peaks of orgasmic bliss as I swung to and fro to their thrusts,
and when at long last the one of them in my arse came I gurgled around
the cock pushing into my throat, closed my mouth and sucked hard to be
rewarded by the second boy cumming straight into my throat. I hung
limply in my bonds gasping for breath and trying to clear the haze of
orgasm from my mind, but barely had two seconds passed before I felt
another cock surge into my pussy while another forced its way into my
parted lips. Helpless I could do more than lie there as another pair
of boys took me, then another and another and another. On and on, each
time the boys seemed to go on fucking me for longer and with greater
force, I suppose in hindsight it was obvious that they were rotating
and resting while I received attention in my arse, pussy and mouth
constantly.

God knows how many times I'd been taken by them, but eventually the
stage came when I knew I could not resist them any longer, that they
had dominated me and that I would submit to their desires, though I
also knew that it would be my son's desires and orders that would take
precedence over all others. In a brief moment when my mouth was empty
of a cock I cried out my surrender weakly.

"Please, please I submit to you!" I panted.

The boys came around me, their faces hot and sweaty looking from their
exertions, their lips curved in triumphant smiles. But my weak cry was
not enough, they made out that they had not heard me, just as my son
had the previous night. Taking a deep shuddering breath I looked at
each of them and said the words they wanted to hear.

"I submit to you," I said loudly "I am your whore, your slave!"

They were overjoyed at their victory, unlike my son the other boys had
to crow about their breaking of my will to theirs.

"So what should we do with you now?" Paul leered leaning over me as I
swayed in my bonds.

"Whatever you wish." I replied softly.

"So if it were our wish to carry on fucking you as we have been...?"
he said leaving the rest of the question unstated.

"It would be my pleasure to accept you in any way you want to take
me." I replied.

"Let's test your obedience." Len said as he reached towards my bonds.

They released me and stood me on my feet, I swayed weakly as I stood
waiting for whatever was to come. Smiling I looked straight into the
camera lens as Victor continued to film the events, then I was too
busy to pay attention to my son. In a flurry of orders I was
instructed to impale my pussy on Adam's cock as he lay on his back on
the floor, I begged Paul to fuck me in the arse (as I had been ordered
to do) then took Ian's cock deep into my throat. All three boys
remained still while I fucked them hard and fast, pushing my body onto
the impaling cocks with all the strength I could muster, it didn't
take me long to start climaxing and I never stopped climaxing even
after the three boys filled me with their juices, moved away from me
and their places were taken by Ray, John and Alan. For the next hour
they had me fuck them non-stop, events became a blur to me as I sucked
on cocks, took them in my pussy and arse, wanked them and even tit
fucked them!

At last though it was over; though I admit to having a small feeling
of disappointment that it had ended. Naked, covered and filled with
semen I was sat on a towel in an armchair, my senses reeling and
fading with less and less intensity as the minutes passed. Through my
haze I could hear the boys laughing and talking, my son's voice
sounded as though it came from nearby and when I could focus my eyes
slightly I looked up to see Victor standing with his hand on the back
of the chair I was sat in.

"...As our first official slave," my son was saying to the rest of the
group of boys "Melanie will hold pride of place."

Victor looked down at that point, he saw me looking up at him and
smiled, weakly I smiled back then looked to the other boys. They were
lounging in various chairs looking at Victor with only the occasional
glance at me.

"Are you all right mother?" Vick asked quietly.

"Tired and a little sore, but otherwise I'm okay." I answered.

"Good." He nodded then went on in a commanding tone "In which case go
get cleaned up, put on a suspender belt, stockings and high heals,
also make-up. When you have done that return here."

"Yes Victor." I responded without hesitation.

As I rose from the chair and walked towards the door I knew my night
had not yet come to an end. Paul opened the door for me to pass
through, his lips curved in a knowing smile. Inside me I felt shame
and humiliation as I climbed the stairs to obey my son's commands, a
part of me could still not believe that I had been broken to the wills
of 16 year old boys, yet I knew I was theirs totally! In the shower I
took great care to clean away all traces of semen, I knew that they
wanted me 'clean' for whatever was to come next. As I dried myself I
looked at the time, it was almost one in the afternoon, in disbelief I
paused in my movements; the boys had begun their breaking of me
shortly after nine. Allowing for my brief rest after the event I had
been raped and abused for nearly two hours, then for a further hour
after my submission the boys had used me as their slave! No wonder I
felt tired and sore. Turning my thoughts back to the present I
hurriedly dressed as my son had commanded and made my way back to the
'clubroom'.

"Ah mother," Victor greeted me as I entered the room "you look
ravishing."

The other boys echoed his comment as they eyed my almost naked body
with unconcealed lust, confident in the knowledge that they would soon
be enjoying my body again.

Victor indicated that I was to move to a point in front of him, as I
moved to obey I noticed for the first time that their chairs seemed to
form a horseshoe with Victor's seat at the centre of the two arms of
the shoe. Reaching the point indicated I looked to my son for my next
command, but knowing that this could now come from any of the boys.

"From now on" Victor smiled leaning forward in is chair "what you are
wearing will be your uniform for meetings of this club. You will also
refer to the members of this club as Master. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master." I responded immediately.

My response broadened the smiles, grins all the boys were wearing, and
I saw a look of approval in my son's eyes. I knew that he would have
instructions for my attire and conduct when he and I were alone, but
they would come after the rest of the boys had gone. For now I waited
for the first command to come, nor was it long in coming.

"Very well," my son said as he stood and undressed "let the fun begin
gentlemen!"

 From that moment I was obeying commands to fuck them, suck them, and
masturbate for them and to beg them to do all these things and more to
me. They spanked me until I fainted with pain and pleasure, they
fucked my pussy, arse and mouth without end and only paused when I
passed out from the excess of joy they were giving me. Finally, at
around five in the afternoon the club's 'meeting' drew to a close,
despite being exhausted I was commanded to suck off each boy as he
departed. Only I was not to do this in the clubroom, instead I knelt
at the open front door and used my mouth on each boy as he presented
himself.

Then they were gone and I was alone with Victor, tenderly he helped me
to my feet, supported me to my bathroom and helped me to first undress
then shower my body clean of the dried and semi-dried fluids he and
his friends had filled and covered me with. The last thing I remember
was him sliding me into bed, tucking me in then heading for the shower
to clean himself a little. Some time later I was vaguely aware of
Victor sliding into bed beside me, of him enfolding me in is arms and
whispering that he 'loved' me. The lights went out and with a tired,
yet happy sigh I snuggled up to my son, my master, and fell into a
deep sleep.

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