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(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 AGAINST FEMALES OR
MALES IN ANY FORM.  THE 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.  THIS IS FANTASY!  Do not read this if you
are offended by sexually explicit material.  FINGERPRO Authors Note: This
part will conclude the rape of Mrs.  Sara Bergman.  Subsequent stories such
as Debased Mom and the Double Lantern will continue her experience at the
hands of youthful blackmailers.  Susan Stone-Jimmy Stone has not been
forgotten, hence the title of Ravaged Mom(s) will continue in later
stories. Flame me at Fingerpro88@yahoo.com if you like it or if you do not.
   (Rough draft not yet complete needs some work)
   Ravaged Moms Part V
   They dragged her out of the van.  The van, Sara saw, had come to a stop
and was parked on a slight incline.  All about her were tall trees,
leafless bushes and brown grass.  She had thought that the boys would give
her the opportunity of being momentarily free, but evidently that wasn't to
be.  First, because of the recent forced sex with Fred Oswald and her
subsequent fainting, she hadn't been prepared for the sudden stop.  She was
still groggy as she was dragged from the van and she offered, next to
nothing in the way of resistance, even as her blouse was removed, leaving
her topless, her big breasts bouncing from side to side .  The youth
restraining her took little notice of her discomfort and her lack of
resistance even as her arms were strapped together at the wrists by
handcuffs, which were snapped a little too tight, more than snug, and a
rope was used to bind her elbows together; and this not only effectively
kept her from moving too quickly it also forced her to thrust her chest
forward as forcing her big boobs outwards.  Her bondage was far from over,
as she fought unsuccessfully against two of the boys who held her by
holding onto her pinned arms, while the third one, Fred, stroked her big
tits and fingered her nipples.  The fingering and the gentle stroking had
the unwanted effect of making her nipples larger as they were both being
stimulated by Fred, who also seemed to really enjoy his forced fondling of
her exposed boobs.  Sara screamed loudly as he continued to stimulate her
nipples and she felt both nipples becoming more and more pronounced as well
as stimulated by the action.  Her screams for help and of rape were either
not heard or no one who cared was listening in the wooded area.  Her
screams of horror and dread were replaced by screams of pain as she felt
rather than saw clips being attached to her aroused nipples.  Then as she
continued to stand there, pinned between the two boys, Fred tightened the
nipple clips which caused her excruciating, almost fiery pain which
radiated from her abused nipples through her big breasts.  There was, she
saw in horror, a small linked chain which was about six feet in length,
attached to each of the nipple clips.  The chain was shaped like a "Y" with
either leg of the "Y" on each nipple clip and the junction of the "Y" about
eighteen inches in front of her boobs.  It was in this manner that she was
led from the van, sobbing as she stumbled along, being guided and pulled by
Fred who held the chain.  When the slack went out of the chain, due to her
slowing down or not following Fred exactly, there was a sudden jolt of
horrible pain from her tortured nipples as her breasts were not only
distorted out of shape but were pulled in the direction of the leader to
the chain.  Sara learned very quickly that if the slack went out of the
chain she suffered immediate results.  It was difficult for her to keep up
with the rapid pace of Fred, not because she was out of shape or because
the restraints were making moving difficult, but because of her high heels
which provided very little stability let alone traction that was needed to
walk on the soft earth path following Fred to whatever his destination was
to be.
   The destination turned out to be an older run down cabin.  Sara was
desperately trying to keep up as she stepped up the wooden stairs, nearly
falling and crying out in pain as she felt her boobs jerk while Fred tugged
her up and into the interior of the cabin.  The cabin appeared to be lit
with three or four kerosene lamps all of which were burning and turned up
to full brightness.  A kerosene smell filled the cabin.  All about her,
Sara saw, were empty beer bottles and magazine of naked women.  There was a
table, one that she almost ran into as she was moving forward and did in
fact bump with her left upper thigh, that had a lot of pictures piled up on
the surface of the table.  She instantly recognized one of herself in the
collection.  In the picture she was topless and holding her big breasts up
for the camera lens.  There were others, some of Susan Stone nude, some of
another woman equally naked.  She was staring at the collection of naked
women and not at Fred who had momentarily dropped the chain stepping
forward then quickly back to her.  Before she even realized his intentions
the deed was done.  He had obtained a ring gag which he forced between her
lips, she was sobbing at the time, and Fred had then quickly pulled on the
elastic bands to the ring gag as she felt the metal to the gag jump past
her teeth and into her mouth.  The gag was secured somehow behind her head;
she could feel the lump of the connection on the back of her head as well
as the tightness of the elastic band against her cheeks which caused the
strap to indent itself into her cheek flesh.  Her mouth was forced in an
"O" shape and no matter how much effect she put into bending the round
metal nothing happened.  Sara inhaled sharply as she again half sobbed. 
Then she experienced blackness, suddenly realizing Fred had put a blindfold
over her eyes.  She felt her right upper arm grasped and used like a handle
as she was guided forward, evidently to the rear of the cabin.
   Fred's voice said tersely, "Two steps."
   Sara stumbled as she went down the two steps and then Fred said, "You
would have felt that with the chain."
   She mumbled her thanks around her gag as she was led away from the cabin
and by the way she was walking it felt like she was going down hill.  Away
off to her right she could hear rushing water from what she thought must
have been a creek or river.  Then Fred's voice said, "Two steps up."
   This time she managed to go the two steps without stumbling.  She heard
the creaking sound of what could have been a door as she was pulled forward
across a wooden porch, her heels making clacking and hollow pounding sounds
both on what she thought could have been a porch and the interior of this
structure.
   Fred positioned her on a cot or bed so that she was laying on her right
side.  He pushed her right leg upwards until her knee bent then attached
something to her leg.  Sara found out the hard way that if she tried
closing her leg, to cover her exposed crotch, or if she tried dropping her
leg that she ended up pulling on the chain which was still connected to her
abused nipples.  The pain was almost unbearable as she lay there and
realized with a little experimentation that she could open her right leg,
exposing herself more, without any discomfort but trying to hide her
exposed crotch only added to her terrible pain making her big boobs stretch
out of shape and pull on her now very sensitive, hurting nipples.  As she
lay there she heard Fred leave.  There was only silence now as she lay
there.  She could hear herself breathe both through her nostrils and her
open mouth and it was at least a half hour, she guessed, before she heard
something that sounded like hard soled shoes on the wooden porch; then a
creaking of the door as it was opened, followed by the door creaking and
latching shut.  Then there was only more silence as she lay there wondering
what new torment she was going to face in this horrible rape action that
had started only a day before.  It seemed like much more time because of
all the indignities and the humiliation she had been forced to experience.
She lay there for some time breathing through both her mouth and her nose.
She experimented with the ring gag and found she had some difficulty
opening her mouth any wider and when she clamped down by moving her jaw the
hard edge of the metal ring kept her from closing her lips.  As she
continued to lay there helpless she wondered what new horrors awaited her.
Her shoulders were beginning to ache from the constant pressure of her arms
pinned behind her back held that way by two means both at the wrists with
the snug handcuffs and at the elbows with the elastic band.  She couldn't
help but whimper as she felt her big breasts jiggle when she tried to lay
on top of her hands on her back.  The movement of turning slightly onto her
bottom caused her breasts to jiggle and pulled at the twin clamps on her
now hot, hurting nipples.  Then, as she lay there breathing heavily, she
felt a hand on her right knee!  The person must have been there the entire
time, she realized, watching her.  She half sobbed as she felt the palm of
the hand move along her nylon covered inner thigh to the area where her
hose was not covering her thighs.  The hand was surprisingly gentle and
arousing as it moved closer and closer to her exposed crotch.  Sara
attempted to close her right leg again and moaned in frustration and pain
as her nipple was pulled yet again, even as the hand came down to her
exposed crotch and cupped her exposed genitals.
   "You know, bitch, power is such a strange thing, especially this kind of
power," said a deep male voice a voice Sara had no previous memory of.  It
was a cold sounding voice too; cold and aloof.  The man's voice had called
her a `bitch' which indicated to her that either he had a low regard for
women or just for her.  It didn't matter, Sara realized horribly, as she
was now totally in his power.  At the word `this' she had felt his finger
slide along her feminine slit and move up towards her aroused clitoris. 
Her hips moved upward in uncontrolled and unwanted response to the gentle
and effective stimulation; the upward movement of her hips also caused her
slight discomfort as she felt her nipples pulled on by the tautness of the
clasps and the bondage chain giving her the pain.
   "Um, nice," he breathed as his finger moved down and into her vaginal
cavity.  Sara knew she was both well lubricated and aroused in there and he
was finding that out now for himself.
   She breathed in deeply through the ring gag in her mouth and even to her
the sound that was made sounded like a moan.  She felt his hand push her
right knee and thigh open, closer to the wall.  There was no pain from the
nipple chain because this movement actually added slack to the line.  Sara
felt, rather than saw, his form move closer to her, closer to her head.  He
sat down on the bed mattress close to her midriff.  She swallowed nervously
as she felt his hand lay on her rib cage just under her big left breast. 
Then she felt his fingers wrap over the lower bottom curvature of her
breast and squeeze.  The pressure on her nipple decreased as her breast was
distorted out of shape and then she gasped as she felt him remove the
nipple clip to her left breast.  It hurt!  Sensitivity roared back into her
boob as the pressure of the clip was removed from her nipple.  Sara felt
him position himself over her and suddenly she realized he was going to
force her into giving him oral stimulation.  She moved her head away but
his knee kept her from moving too far away.  The result was that her mouth
was open, her eyes blindfolded, as she felt his thick, stiff penis head
just inside her mouth.  She bucked and fought, only to once again feel the
pull of the chain on her right breast.  She screamed around the erection in
her mouth and found she only could gurgle as the man or boy shoved his big
erection not only into her mouth but into the front part of her throat as
well.  Then, to her complete horror, she felt the cock length move further
down her throat causing her to automatically gag.  He groaned and pulled
back only to push forward again while grasping her breast and twisting it.
Sara screamed in pain as the cock slid further in than before and then out
again.  Then he rapidly sawed in and out of her mouth, sometimes deeply
penetrating her throat, but most of the time not.  He grunted and climaxed
as she was forced to swallow his gooey spend.  She began choking and when
he pulled out finally for the last time she spewed out his spend and felt
the darkness of unconsciousness overwhelming her.  At first she fought the
sensation, then she welcomed it, as she slipped into a faint.
   The next series of events were a blur for Sara.  She awoke in pain to
find herself hanging by her wrists, completely naked, with her legs spread
wide.  Her boobs hurt and looking down she was able to see rope binding
each of her breasts in tight enough bondage as to cause her breasts to turn
to a dull red color.  A youth approached her hanging form with a large hook
in his right hand.  At the sharp end of the hook was a round ball.  The
hook with the ball tip was inserted inside her pussy and then pulled on
until her body was pulled in the direction of the rope.  A similar hook was
placed in her rectum.  Sara found out that the hooks in addition to being
used to hurt her by their shapes and the rope holding them into place were
also electrified.  Her nipple clip was still in place and another clip was
run to her nipple clip which was evidently an electrical feed.  Then the
shocks started.  The electricity flowed and she screamed in agony.  It
wasn't until she was sobbing, not even allowed to faint from the pain
exerted onto her body, that she started begging for the torture to stop. 
But the pain didn't stop and if anything became even more intense as she
writhed helplessly in her bondage sobbing and moaning.  She could no longer
scream, her throat was simply too sore.  When she was finally approached
with a question as to whether or not she would "cooperate" Sara immediately
replied she would do "anything" to stop this horrible torture experience.
She was told by one of the young men that they would see, but that if she
said "no" or if she didn't respond to every statement or question with the
proper reply ending with "master" she would find herself back and her
torture would be doubled in both intensity and duration.  Her torturer
appeared to be in his middle twenties, unknown to her, but she would never
forget this guys shiny eyes and unkempt hair.  The memory of his prominent
chin and hawkish nose was burned into her mind along with the terrible
memory of the electric torture.  She was let down and given her garter belt
as well as her own hose plus a very high pair of shiny black open toed
heels.  The heels had to have at least a four inch pump to them and maybe
even more.  The younger man led her to a room and placed padded wrist cuffs
on her wrists.  Then a rope was attached to both cuffs as her arms were
slowly raised over her head and then the weight of her body was taken off
of her feet slowly as she was raised so that her high heel clad feet were
just a few inches above the floor.  The youth then left her hanging there,
with her back to the door.  She realized the padded cuffs helped reduce the
pain of her full body weight on her wrists and arms.  She hung there,
freely able to slowly move back and forth in the suspended position.  Her
back was to the door as she continued to slowly sway back and forth from
what ever slight movement she made.  Sara realized she had been left pretty
much unrestrained except for dangling from the floor and she was also not
blindfolded.  She tried to keep from sobbing, but she failed.  She couldn't
help feeling sorry for herself as she hung there "dressed" only in high
heels hose and garter belt and what was worse, as far as she was concerned,
the heels were not even hers.  Her situation was hopeless.  She had been
repeatedly raped and tortured and now, only because she had finally given
in to her torturers, she was willing to do anything they wanted her to do.
   
  
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