
(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.
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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’s name was “Gary”.  She had heard it from one of the other rapist punks.  He then began a lengthy training session which involved her lifting her legs and hold her thighs up whenever he inserted his finger in her pussy from the rear.  The youth seemed to enjoy the extreme discomfort this caused her.  After what seemed like hours he finished by paddling her fanny and commenting repeatedly about how “sexy” her ass looked.  When he was finally finished 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 her arms as well as her shoulders.  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.

	Sara heard the door open and close behind her.  Then she heard a voice say,
“So she’s Mike’s mom eh?”
	The voice sounded familiar although Sara couldn’t put a face to the name.  A second voice responded one that she was all to familiar with the voice of one of her torturers,
“That’s right.”

	Sara felt a hand on her back, the palm of the hand sliding down her back to her rump.  She felt the hand fondle and gently squeeze her ass cheeks as the familiar voice said,
“Nice ass, very nice.”
	The man walked around in front of her and she looked into the eyes of Ed Turner.
Sara gasped.  Here was Ed Turner, the same Ed Turner that sponsored her son in athletic activities at the school; the same Ed Turner who had rescued her from two black kids bent on assaulting her at the grocery store.  He was the same Ed Turner she had thought was her friend[ a horny friend but a friend none the less; even though he was the same Ed Turner that in a previous time had supplied her with pills the she had become addicted to.  Fortunately, for Sara, she had cleaned herself up and gotten off those pills, which right now were looking pretty good because they would space her out from the horror she was living through.  Then Sara felt Turner cup her left breast with his right hand.

“Big, bigger than what I thought….nice though, firm…a little cool…but nice and full.”
	Sara was silent as she hung there naked in front of Turner.

	Turner felt both her boobs over, liberally, before sitting down in front of her as he casually looked over her exposure.  She hung there completely nude in his sight and felt like she want to crawl away someplace where he couldn’t see her.  Her lower lip trembled as she continued to stare at him.

“So, slut, you agreed to do anything you are told, is that right?”

“Ye-yes, it is Mister Turner,” she replied hesitating only over her “proper” response to the younger man.

“Well I’ll see about that in a few moments, then later on too, that is if you can pass the test.  Failure means that you go back for more “refreshing” on the part of my friend here, you understood that, right slut?”

“Yes Mis-Mister Turner I-I was aware-aware of that,” she stammered out.  She didn’t like being called a “slut”.  She had been raped!

“First, before we get you down, tell me you are a cock sucking married slut and I really want to believe you mean it.”

“Plea-please s-sir, I-I’m a cock-cock sucking married sl-slut, please!”

“You’ll be ready to prove that too, right, slut?”

“Ye-yes Mister Turner, ye-yes.”

“What if I want you to fuck other guys, will you do that too, slut?”

“Mis-Mister Turner I-I will do anything, anything you ask me to do, yes Mister Turner I will fuck other guys if that’s what you want.”

“Good enough for me then,” he said as he leaned over to his younger comrade and said,
“Get her down, we’re going to test out what she just said she’d do.”

	Getting her down didn’t mean she was released from her bondage, it only meant her weight fell on her high heel clad feet.

“I think,” said Turner as he surveyed her still naked form and her arms well over her head, “that first you, Gary, will be my…eh…surrogate.  I’d like to see what this slut’s big tits look like supported, so if you would, step behind her and lift her tits….yes like that.  You don’t need to squeeze them, just hold them up,” said Turner as he watched while Sara felt the youth first step behind her then lift her big boobs so that her nipples pointed toward Turner.  As he did so he kneaded and squeezed her boobs which generated the statement from Turner of not squeezing the twin boobies but just to hold them.  She felt his hands stop the fondling action and merely cup and support her big boobs.

“I’ve seen enough, get some rope Gary, the slut needs some support.”

	Sara wanted to cry and barely repressed a moan as Gary made up a rope bra for her.  The rope went twice around the circumference of each breast and was tied behind her back.  Then Turner had Gary pinch and twist her nipples.  Crying out meant being sent back to the punk rapists and that was something she wanted to avoid at all costs.  She bit her lower lip and kept her cries of discomforts to moans.  Her boobs hurt her and as she looked down she saw her own boobs were red and it felt as if her boobs were tied so tight that they both felt as if they were about to explode.  Finally, she was released from the bondage holding her arms over her head but was told by Turner that the rope bra would stay in place.

“Do you know, slut, what this is?”
	Turner asked the question as he lay his right wrist on the arm of the chair and elevated his middle finger in the fuck sign.

“Yes Mr. Turner it’s the fuck sign.”

“Sometimes it is.  But in this case it’s a dildo, your dildo, do you understand slut?”

	He wanted her to place her pussy over his raised middle finger.
“Ye-yes Mr. Turner I understand.”

“Excellent.  Masturbate yourself on your dildo, slut.”

	Sara swallowed miserably and slowly advanced, wobbling in the high heels as she approached.  It took careful management of her stiff and sore body to get herself positioned over the younger man’s finger and then slowly she lowered herself over his finger, slowly feeling the finger slide past her outer lips and then past her sphincter muscle and into her warm inner cavity.  Sara fought back the tears of humiliation as she felt the finger rotate inside her, his movement not hers causing the rotation, followed by the terrible response of her own body.  His other fingers were actively stroking the other turn on area on her body between her pussy entrance and her ass hole.  She couldn’t stop the juices of her pussy as she responded to the continuous and rather effective stimulation on the part of the young man.  It was for the better part of an hour that she humiliated herself by this function coming very close to an unwanted climax twice before Turner had her kneel before Gary and using her breasts she positioned herself so that the teenagers erect penis was trapped between her firm mounds.  A few up and down strokes on his seven inches of rock hard flesh was all that it took for Sara to reach an uncontrolled climax; moaning and obviously overwhelmed as she pumped the youthful organ with her breasts.  Turner had her give Gary a blowjob then and it didn’t take but a few minutes and the teenager sperm was in her mouth.  Sara followed the training she had and kept the sperm in her mouth and her mouth open for inspection by Turner before she swallowed the boys ejaculation.

	By the time she finally got home, she realized that four days had passed.  Her husband had been gone the entire time and her son was asleep when she finally walked on her own power back into her room.

	Sara realized miserably this was not going to be the end of her enslavement to these horrible monster teenagers.  She also realized that even though she had been brutally and repeatedly raped she had indeed learned new tricks.  She hated to admit it, but some of those tricks were not all that bad.

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