** WARNING **  ADULTS ONLY! 
(teen male older female, rape, nc, bdsm, torture, piercing, humil, exhib, forced 
mast)
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
Ravaged Moms
Part IV

	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 Jerry’s 
training shed 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 ‘training shed’ will be a ‘remembrance’ style located 
in future sessions of Ravaged Mom’s.
Flame me if you like.
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