Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Wanda's Torment
Part:
Summary: EXTRA WARNING AND DISCLAIMER; THIS IS A WORK 
OF FICTION ABOUT THE SEXUAL TORTURE AND RAPE OF A 
WOMAN AND HER EIGHT YEAR OLD SON BY A PSYCHOTIC SEXUAL 
PREDATOR.  IT INCLUDES BOTH HETEROSEXUAL AND 
HOMOSEXUAL RAPE, AND THE SEDUCTION OF THE BOY INTO THE 
'DARK SIDE' OF SEXUALITY.  THE AUTHOR DOES NOT SUPPORT 
OR CONDONE THE ACTIVITIES WRITTEN ABOUT IN THIS STORY.
Keywords: MF, Mb, bF, oral, anal, nc, rape

Caveat lector.

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it.
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Copyright � 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
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fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

Wanda's Torment
By
Norm DePloom

Wanda walked across the pavement to her car with sharp 
angry steps.  How dare he tell me that, she thought, 
when I'm done suing Mr. Roberts I'll sue that little 
kike shyster for malpractice.  Wanda had just been 
informed that she did not have enough evidence to sue 
her former employer for sexual harassment.  I'll sue 
him then I'll cut his balls off and stuff them down 
his throat she said to herself as she got into her car 
and slammed the door shut.

Fucking bastard feels me up then fires me when I won't 
give him a blowjob and this fucking idiot tells me I 
can't sue him.  Wanda started the engine and squealed 
her tires as she drove out of the parking lot onto the 
street barely missing another car.  Once in traffic 
Wanda calmed down and drove more sanely.  I don't want 
to leave my son an orphan, she told herself.  She 
fumed over the injustice of the world all the way 
home.  She had been abandoned by her boyfriend nine 
years ago while pregnant and left to raise her son all 
by herself.  What was it about her, she wondered, that 
made every male she worked for think she would get on 
her knees and suck his cock just to keep her job.

In a way Wanda had always been glad her son's father 
had abandoned them.  He had been a good lover, but 
Wanda welcomed the opportunity to raise her son to be 
a considerate gentleman.  Wanda had done her best to 
make sure that he did not come under the influence of 
what she considered to be unacceptable males.

As Wanda pulled into the driveway she noticed 
something hanging on the door to her apartment.  When 
she got out of the car and walked up to the door she 
realized that it was the shirt her son had worn to 
school that morning.  With trembling hands Wanda 
pulled off the note that was pinned to the shirt.

The piece of white paper contained only an address.  
Wanda ran to her car and drove off frantically trying 
to think of a reason why anyone would take her son.  
She had no money to pay a ransom.  Her ex-employer 
was, apparently, safe from her suit.  As best as she 
could determine she did not have anything anyone would 
want.

When Wanda pulled up in front of the house she could 
see another piece of clothing hanging on the doorknob.  
Wanda ran up the walk to find her son's jeans on the 
front door.  Oh god, Wanda thought as she opened the 
door with growing panic.

Wanda could see one of her son's socks at the end of 
the entrance hall.  From there she could see his 
jockey shorts on the floor in a pool of light spilling 
from an open door at the end of another hallway 
leading off to the left.  Wanda dashed down the hall 
and, when she got to the end turned to the right and 
looked into the room.  There was her son naked and 
gagged, tied spread eagle in an upright position 
between large wood poles.  Wanda screamed her son's 
name and ran into the room intent on rescuing him.

Without warning Wanda was hit from the side and 
slammed into the wall.  Her breath was knocked out and 
she sank to the floor.  Wanda's head spun and she 
sucked air trying to catch her breath.  When her head 
quit spinning and her eyes focused Wanda saw her ex-
boss the disgusting Mr. Roberts standing beside her 
bound and gagged son.  Mr. Roberts looked at Wanda as 
he drug the point of a large and very wicked looking 
knife up and down her son's naked chest and stomach.  
Wanda could see the terror in her son's eyes, and the 
tears streaming down his cheeks.

"If you hurt my son I will kill you." Wanda snarled at 
her son's tormentor.  Mr. Roberts laughed at her 
threat as he gently bounced the boy's genitals up and 
down on the flat side of the large knife.

"Oh my dear Wanda," he said still chuckling, "make all 
the threats you want to.  I don't think you are in a 
position to carry them out." Mr. Roberts paused to 
smile at Wanda, "Now we are going to play a little 
game."

"Please let my son go.  I'll do whatever you want, 
just let him go and don't hurt him,"  Wanda begged on 
her knees.

"Well Wanda honey if you had gotten in that position 
when I first asked you to none of this would be 
happening now." Mr. Roberts pulled the knife away from 
her son's genitals and let it dangle from his fingers.  
"So, you want to sue me for sexual harassment?  Well 
tonight you are going to learn what real sexual 
harassment is all about."  Mr. Roberts stepped behind 
Wanda's son and held his knife to the boy's throat.  
Then he slipped his other hand between the boy's legs 
and gently squeezed and massaged his genitals.

"Here's how the game is going to work, I tell you to 
do something and you do it or I start cutting pieces 
off your son until you do."  Mr. Roberts squeezed the 
boy's balls, and Wanda watched helplessly as her son 
winced in pain. "The rules are very simple, do you 
understand them?"  Wanda stared at her son and Mr. 
Roberts.  Her mind was numb with terror.  She opened 
her mouth to speak but nothing came out.  Mr. Roberts 
tightened the knife against her son's throat and 
squeezed the boy's balls even harder. "You better 
answer or I start cutting."
"Yes, god damn it, yes I understand." She finally 
blurted out.

"Unbutton your blouse."  Mr. Roberts ordered.

"What?" Wanda's mind was blank, she couldn't make 
since of what he had said.  Mr. Roberts moved the 
knife down and pulled the tip across her son's chest 
pushing just hard enough to leave a thin line of fresh 
blood.  Wanda's son struggled against his bonds trying 
to get away from the knife.

"No." Wanda screamed and frantically unbuttoned her 
blouse with trembling hands.  As she did so she 
noticed that the pervert was still playing with her 
son's genitals.  With her blouse unbuttoned Wanda 
waited with her arms at her sides for his next order.

"Take it off."  Wanda removed her blouse and stood in 
front of her terrified son in a skirt and bra.  "Now 
take off your bra and show your son what pretty 
titties his mother has."  Wanda reached back and 
unhooked her bra with trembling hands then let it slip 
to the floor exposing her large firm breasts.

"Play with them, bounce them up and down, pinch your 
nipples, you know what to do, just act real slutty 
with them."  Wanda followed her tormentor's orders 
bouncing her breasts in her hands and pinching her 
nipples.  "Can you suck on your nipples?"  Wanda used 
both hands to pull one of her breasts up to her mouth 
and sucked on her nipple for the pleasure of her 
perverted ex-boss.

Mr. Roberts continued to rub the boy's now hard cock 
and spoke softly in his ear.  "Doesn't your mom have 
pretty tits?"  Despite his terror the bound boy nodded 
his head in affirmation.  "OK slut, take off your 
slacks."  Wanda stopped sucking on her nipple and 
pulled her pants down her long legs with trembling 
hands and stepped out of them.  She stood in front of 
her son wearing only thin white panties, Mr. Roberts 
and her son could see the thick dark patch of pubic 
hair showing through the thin white material.

"You can leave your panties on for awhile."  Wanda 
allowed a look of relieve to cross her face.  "Now get 
down on your knees."  Wanda lowered herself to her 
knees.  "Come over her on your knees and suck your 
son's hard little cock."  Wanda did not move.  Mr. 
Roberts stopped stroking the eight-year-old boys cock 
and slipped the sharp edge of his knife under it.  
"Suck him off or I cut it off." Mr. Roberts chuckled 
at his own joke.

"No, oh my God, no," Wanda pleaded.  She looked into 
her son's eyes and saw his terror as she walked across 
the floor on her knees.  Her son was suspended high 
enough between the poles that she could take his cock 
into her mouth without leaning over.  Mr. Roberts 
squatted beside her and drug the cold sharp point of 
his knife over her bare back while getting a close up 
view of the boy's four inch long hard cock slipping in 
and out of his mother's mouth.

"Reach between his legs and get a little finger action 
going in his ass," Mr. Roberts ordered.  Wanda 
hesitated.  Mr. Roberts grabbed her by the hair and 
spoke into her ear.  "Either your finger or this knife 
is going in your son's ass."  Wanda reached between 
her son's spread legs and started pushing the tip of 
her finger into her son's tight asshole.  When Wanda 
felt her son try to pull away from her invading finger 
she wanted to tell him how sorry she was for her long 
nails.  Mr. Roberts moved around behind her and 
squatted up against her back.  She could feel his hard 
cock inside his pants rubbing against her.  Mr. 
Roberts reached around her and squeezed her breasts 
with both hands.  As he did so he continued to talk to 
her with his mouth beside her ear.

"Look bitch I'm tired of your bad attitude here.  
That's twice you hesitated and did not follow my order 
until I threatened your son.  The next time you don't 
obey immediately I will cut something off your son and 
force you to eat it."  He pinched her nipples until 
she whimpered around the cock in her mouth.  "Do we 
understand each other?"  Wanda nodded her head 'yes' 
without letting her son's cock escape from her lips.

Mr. Roberts reached down between Wanda's thighs and 
rubbed back and forth over her cunt through the thin 
material at the crotch of her panties.  "If you had 
just sucked my cock like a good little slut when I 
told you to none of this would be happening.  You 
would be home know eating dinner with your child 
instead of sucking his cock."  Mr. Roberts pulled the 
crotch of her panties to one side and ran his finger 
up and down her bare pussy lips.  Wanda's entire body 
shook with humiliation and impotent rage.  Mr. Roberts 
stood up and removed his trousers and boxer shorts 
revealing thick nine-inch cock.  He pulled a chair 
over beside the hanging boy and sat in it.

"Now suck me, slut." He ordered.  Wanda let her son's 
hard cock slip out of her mouth and pulled her finger 
from his tight asshole then moved over to where Mr. 
Roberts sat waiting.  Wanda's eyes seemed to grow to 
the size of saucers and her jaw went slack at the 
sight of his huge cock.  She had never seen one this 
large and she feared what damage it would do to her.  
Just as she was about to lower her mouth over the huge 
cockhead, Mr. Roberts grabbed a handful of hair and 
twisted her head so he could look directly into her 
eyes.

"Don't get any bright ideas, bitch.  If you hurt me 
your son will take a long time to die, and you will 
watch every minute of it."  Wanda looked into Mr. 
Roberts' cold eyes and new with terrifying certainty 
that he was telling the truth.  When she nodded her 
understanding Mr. Roberts released her hair.  As 
Wanda's lips stretched over his huge cockhead Mr. 
Roberts put his hand on the back of her head and 
pushed her mouth down onto his cock until she started 
choking.

Bobbing her head up and down on her tormentor's huge 
hard cock, Wanda seriously thought about biting it off 
and spitting it in his face.  She would have except 
for her absolute belief that her son would have 
suffered a long slow death if she did.  Mr. Roberts 
placed a hand on each side of Wanda's head and 
controlled the depth and tempo of her mouth moving up 
and down his cock while Wanda held on to its base with 
both hands.

As his excitement built Mr. Roberts stood up and, 
pushing Wanda's head back, fucked his long thick cock 
down into her throat.  Ignoring her choking and 
gagging Mr. Roberts thrust his hard tool fully into 
her mouth while he watched her neck bulge each time 
his cock forced its way into her throat.  As he fucked 
brutally in and out of her gapping mouth Mr. Roberts 
looked over at her son and smiled at the boy's 
attempts to pull his arms and legs free of their 
bindings.

Wanda finally relaxed her throat and allowed the 
fucking cock to slip in and out without gagging.  Mr. 
Roberts leaned over and stroked the boy's hard cock 
while he continued to fuck the boy's mother's abused 
throat.  The boy struggled and pulled at his bindings 
until he suddenly stopped and, getting a strange 
surprised look on his face, felt his body jerk 
rhythmically a few times, then relax and hang limply 
between the posts.

Mr. Roberts smiled as he continued to rape Wanda's 
mouth.  While her son was too young to produce sperm, 
he had obviously just had a very satisfying dry 
orgasm.  Turned on even more by seeing the boy cum Mr. 
Roberts grabbed Wanda with a hand under each armpit 
and fucked his cock brutally into her mouth.  Wanda 
felt like her neck was going to break every time he 
slammed his body into her face.  She could taste blood 
from her nose, which had begun to bleed after being 
pounded into her attacker's pubic bone time after 
time.

Finally he forced his cock down Wanda's throat one 
more time and held it there while he shot spurt after 
spurt of his hot cum into her.  Wanda's face turned 
red and her arms flailed trying to push his large cock 
out of her throat in an attempt to breath.  Wanda's 
body went limp as she passed out from lack of oxygen, 
then Mr. Roberts finally pulled his spent rod from her 
mouth and let her breath.

Mr. Roberts let Wanda's limp body slump to the floor 
then picked up her blouse to clean the blood and snot 
off his cock.  After resting for a few minutes Mr. 
Roberts stood up and stepped over to where the 
terrified boy hung between the poles.  The boy tried 
to pull away as Mr. Roberts once again fondled his 
genitals.

When Wanda regained consciousness she saw Mr. Roberts 
standing in front of her son with his back to her.  
She couldn't see what he was doing but her son was 
sobbing and trying to pull away.  Wanda pushed herself 
to her feet then grabbed the chair Mr. Roberts had 
been sitting in.  Wanda charged forward intending to 
swing the chair over her head and knock out her 
tormentor.

The chair was too heavy and Wanda could not get enough 
strength behind her swing.  As she stumbled, Mr. 
Roberts, with psychic like timing, stepped aside and 
allowed Wanda and the chair to smash into the helpless 
boy hanging between the poles.  Then he turned and 
landed a blow to Wanda's mid section causing her to 
collapse to the floor below her son.  Where she laid 
as sobs wracked her almost nude body.

Mr. Roberts looked down at Wanda sobbing on the floor.  
He grinned at the terrified boy, then with studied 
precision pulled his foot back and landed a kick just 
below her ribs.  Then he walked across the room and 
pulled a heavy wood table in front of the boy.  Mr. 
Roberts reached down and, grabbing a handful of hair, 
pulled Wanda to her feet.

"Stand up bitch," he growled.  Wanda reached up and 
grabbed his wrist with both hands to keep from having 
her hair pulled out as she struggled to get her feet 
under her.  Wanda's tormentor pushed her up against 
the table facing her son.

"Take your panties off, bitch.  I know you've wanted 
to show off that dirty hole of yours."  Wanda pushed 
her panties down her legs then stepped out of them.  
Standing naked in front of her son Wanda automatically 
moved her hands to hide her pubic area from her son's 
view.  She received a slap across the face that almost 
knocked her down.  "I did not tell you to cover your 
cunt, cunt.  Now sit on the table."  Wanda reached 
back and pulled her self up onto the edge of the 
table.

"Now spread your legs and show your son that dirty 
little hole your so proud of."  As Wanda followed his 
orders she could feel the heat in her face.  Despite 
the pain and terror she felt embarrassed exposing her 
self to her son.  Wanda's entire body trembled and 
tears ran down her bruised face.

"Let's give him a little sex education."  Mr. Roberts 
said pushing Wanda's thighs further apart, then 
retrieving the knife from the wood post.  "I'll point 
out a piece of your anatomy and you tell your son what 
it's called and what it's used for."  Mr. Roberts 
pushed the sharp knifepoint against Wanda's clitoris.

"Th...th...that is my clit...clitoris." Wanda said 
with a shaky voice.  Wanda watched the knifepoint with 
horror, it took all her will power to hold still.

"What is it used for?"  Wanda looked around in 
confusion for a moment then seemed to focus.

"It causes sexual excitement when it is touched," she 
said softly.  Mr. Roberts dug the knifepoint into her 
tender clitoris.

"Does this cause sexual excitement?"  Wanda winced in 
pain.

"No."

"Next?" Mr. Roberts prompted moving the knifepoint.

"That is my urethra, that's where the urine comes out 
when I go to the bathroom." Mr. Roberts used the point 
of his knife to pull one of her cunt lips to the side 
and hold it.

"That is the labia. They cov..." Mr. Roberts dug the 
knifepoint into the fleshy fold of her cunt.

"What else are they called?" Mr. Roberts interrupted.

"Cu...cunt lips.  They cover the opening to my 
vagina...ah...my cunt."

"What goes in your dirty little cunt?" Mr. Roberts 
asked while he gently pushed the point of his knife 
into the opening of her cunt.

"A man's penis," she answered, then whispered, "oh 
god, please don't cut me."  Wanda's thighs trembled 
from the effort to keep them open against the 
automatic reaction to protect herself.

"His what?"

"His...his cock."

"And how many cocks have fucked this hole of yours?"  
Wanda noticed that despite the fear and pain her son 
was staring at her crotch with rapt attention.

"I don't know."

"God, your mother is a slut, kid." Mr. Roberts turned 
and addressed the boy.  "She doesn't even know how 
many men have fucked her.  Take a minute and figure it 
out then let us know."  Wanda sat, and watched as Mr. 
Roberts moved the point of the knife around the 
entrance to her pussy and tried to remember how many 
men she had sex with.

"Five."  She finally answered.  Mr. Roberts laughed 
loudly.

"Your slut mother wants us to believe that only five 
men have fucked this worn out hole of hers."  Mr. 
Roberts looked at Wanda.  "Name them, and tell us how 
old you were and how many times they fucked you."

"Dave was the first one.  I was seventeen and we made 
love only..."

"FUCKED.  YOU FUCKED.  YOU ARE A SLUT.  SLUTS DON'T 
MAKE LOVE THEY FUCK."  Mr. Roberts yelled at her with 
undisguised rage.

"We only fucked two or three times.  I didn't fuck 
anyone again until I was nineteen.  Then Bill fucked 
me.  I don't know how many times.  We fucked five or 
six times a week for several months.  Then there was 
my son's father.  We fucked almost every day for two 
years.  After my son was born I didn't fuck again for 
two or three years then there was Jim.  Jim and I only 
fucked three or four times.  The only other one was 
Howard, he only fucked me once."  Wanda's voice 
trailed off.

"Let's continue your son's sex education." Mr. Roberts 
said moving the tip of his knife from Wanda's cunt to 
her asshole

"That is my anus."  Wanda informed her son.

"How many of those men fucked you up the ass?"  Mr. 
Roberts asked pushing gently on the knifepoint.

"None"

"You mean a slut like you is still a virgin in the 
ass?"

"Yes."

"Well aren't you the lucky boy." Mr. Roberts spoke to 
Wanda's terrified yet fascinated son.  "You get to 
watch me fuck your mom's virgin asshole."  All through 
the young boy's life his mother had held ultimate 
power and authority.  Now this man was ordering her 
around and forcing her to do whatever he wanted.  The 
boy was fascinated with this power.  Mr. Roberts 
allowed the knifepoint to roam over Wanda's ass and 
cunt for a few more minutes while he and Wanda's son 
watched her growing terror.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck your asshole yet."  
He assured Wanda.

"Now lay down" Wanda lay on the table with her head 
away from her son.  Mr. Roberts positioned her so her 
butt was on the very edge of the table.  Her legs were 
pulled up and to the side and anchored with ropes 
holding Wanda's pussy completely open in front of her 
son.

"Now," Mr. Roberts leaned against the table and drew 
lazy spirals around Wanda's breast with the point of 
his knife while he talked. "Since you are obviously a 
frigid bitch who can't keep a man satisfied you must 
have finger fucked yourself a lot." Wanda's stomach 
muscles twitched and tried to pull away from the 
knifepoint as it moved from her breasts back down to 
her crotch.  Mr. Roberts moved the point back down 
into her cunt then back up across her stomach to her 
breasts again.

"I want you to finger fuck yourself, and put on a good 
show for your son.  If you don't really get wet and 
have a good orgasm I will cut his cock off and fuck 
you with it."  He let the point of his knife dig into 
her tender nipple. "Do you understand?"

"Yes."  Mr. Roberts loved the look of fear and panic 
he saw in Wanda's eyes, and his cock hardened.

"Get going." He said as he continued to drag the tip 
of his knife over her breasts and stomach.  Wanda 
reached down between her legs with both hands.  Oh my 
god, she thought, how am I supposed to get wet with 
this maniac threatening my son and me?  As Wanda ran 
her finger in gentle circles around her clitoris she 
closed her eyes and tried to imagine the finger 
belonged to her son's father.

Even though he had abandoned her as soon as she was 
pregnant her son's father was still the sexiest man 
she had ever met.  He had always known just where and 
how to touch her to light the fires of her deepest 
desire.  With her eyes tightly closed Wanda worked to 
blank out her surroundings and take her self back to 
the days and nights when her passion had flared for 
that one special man.  The scratching of the 
knifepoint stopped and Wanda kept her eyes closed and 
concentrated on what it used to feel like to be made 
love to.

It was working.  Wanda could feel her cunt begin to 
moisten.  She worked her clitoris with one hand and 
with her other hand fucked two fingers in and out of 
her now wet cunt.  After several minutes of fingering 
herself Wanda opened her eyes and froze.  Lying on the 
table with two fingers on her clitoris and two fingers 
half way into her cunt Wanda watched as Mr.  Roberts, 
on his knees, sucked on her son's cock.

She could see his arm wrapped around her son's hip 
moving as he worked a finger in and out of her son's 
asshole.  Her son stared at her with a look of wide-
eyed terror as he struggled against his bonds trying 
to get away from his tormentor.  It seemed that time 
was frozen as Wanda watched this monster molesting her 
son.  Then Mr. Roberts released the boys cock from his 
mouth and pulled his finger from the boy's asshole and 
stood up.

Without a word of explanation or warning he grabbed 
Wanda's hands and tied them to the table legs above 
her head.  He walked to the other end of the table and 
pulled on her hips to make sure her exposed crotch was 
hanging over the edge of the table.  Then he tightened 
the ropes holding her legs up and to the side making 
her pussy and virgin asshole available to his 
perverted desires.

Mr. Roberts walked back around to the side of the 
table.  He grasped her nearest breast with both hands 
and squeezed as hard as he could.  Wanda's face 
screwed up in pain but she was determined not to cry 
out.  Mr. Roberts bent over and, using the molars on 
the side of his mouth bit on her nipple until she 
finally screamed in pain.  After two good screams Mr. 
Roberts released her abused nipple and stood up.

"Just wanted to make sure you were awake for this next 
little exercise." He continued to knead her breasts, 
one in each hand, like he was making bread.  "I'm 
going to fuck you by remote control."  While Wanda 
wondered what he meant by that, Mr. Roberts pushed the 
table closer to where her son hung between the poles.  
As the table moved closer to her son Wanda realized 
that her pussy was positioned so her sons cock would 
slip into her.

She watched as the table moved closer to her son, then 
she felt the first touch of his cockhead on her cunt 
lips.  When Mr. Roberts was satisfied with the 
positioning of the table he left Wanda with her son's 
cockhead just inside her and stripped off his shirt 
then stroked his cock into full erection and squirted 
lubricant on it.

"Here's how remote control fucking works."  Mr. 
Roberts explained as he rubbed the lubricant into his 
glistening cock.  "Your son's cock is in that filthy 
gapping hole you're so proud of, and my cock is going 
to be in his nice tight virgin asshole.  Every time I 
thrust into him he will thrust into you."  Wanda's 
face reflected the horror she felt.  Horror at the 
idea of what was about to happen and horror at the 
cold matter of fact way this monster told her of his 
plans.

"You god damn perverted monster.  How can you do that 
to him?"  Wanda spoke in a whisper.  "He's not the one 
that turned you down or tried to sue you." She pulled 
at the ropes holding her hands over her head trying to 
move her cunt away from her son's hard cock.  Mr. 
Roberts quit stroking his glistening cock and picked 
up his knife.  He held it an inch in front of her 
eyes.

"I can force him to fuck you with this up his ass if 
you object to my cock being there.  It's up to you 
bitch." Wanda stopped pulling on the ropes and laid 
still. "Well witch one is it?  You have to choose.  Do 
you want this knife or my cock up your son's ass?"  
Tears were streaming down Wanda's cheeks.

"Your cock," she whispered.  Mr. Roberts leaned over 
so he could speak directly into her ear.

"Good choice."  He whispered then stood up and spoke 
to Wanda's son.  "This evil slut wants to watch me 
rape your ass son."  He started to step away then 
turned back to the sobbing woman tied to the table.  
"Would you like me to remove his gag so you can hear 
his screams?"  Wanda sobbed even harder and shook her 
head 'no'.  "What, not into having some fun right 
know?"

Mr. Roberts stepped to the end of the table and made 
sure that the head of Wanda's son's hard cock was 
pushing into her cunt.  Then he stepped around behind 
the boy hanging between the poles.  He reached around 
the boy with a hand on each side and pulled Wanda's 
cunt open then pushed on the boy's butt to seat his 
cock fully into her.

Leaning up against the boy's back to hold him in place 
Mr. Roberts reached down and pulled the boy's butt 
cheeks apart to expose the crinkled entrance to his 
tight virgin asshole.  Wanda watched in impotent 
horror as her son fought against his restraints trying 
to pull away from the invading cock about to be forced 
into his ass.  Her son's cock moved inside Wanda's 
pussy as he struggled against the attacker.  Even with 
the gag in place Wanda could here her son's soul 
wrenching screams.

Finally Mr. Roberts got his large hard rod completely 
inside the boy's abused rear.  He held it there while 
he reached around and insured that the boy's cock was 
still firmly planted Wanda's cunt.  Then, still 
reaching around on each side of the hanging boy Mr. 
Roberts held onto Wanda's thighs trapping her son 
between them and fucked his cock in and out of the 
boy's ass.  Each inward forced the boys cock deeper 
into his mother's cunt Wanda's body trembled and 
spasmed, not with lust and orgasmic joy but with sobs 
of anger and terror as she felt her son's body being 
pushed against hers, and his cock being forced in and 
out of her open cunt.  It seemed to last for an 
eternity.  Mr. Roberts fucked harder and harder into 
her son's ass banging her son's body harder and harder 
against her crotch and his cock harder and harder into 
her cunt.

At last, Mr. Roberts forced his cock into her son's 
ass and held it there while he tilted his head back 
and bellowed like a bull, pumping his cum into the 
abused hole.  Then he pulled his cock out and walked 
around to where Wanda laid sobbing, tied to the table.  
He climbed onto the table then leaned over and rubbed 
his blood and cum covered cock over her breasts and 
nipples.

"Oh God," Wanda begged through her body wrenching 
sobs, "No more. Please let us go.  Please let my son 
go.  Keep me, do whatever you want to me, but don't 
hurt my son any more."  The only effect her begging 
seemed to have on Mr. Roberts was to make his 
softening cock hard again. He leaned over her with his 
swelling blood covered cock in her face.

"I can't let you go yet.  I have to do a little 
comparison fucking.  I'm going to fuck you up the ass 
and see how that compares to your son."  Wanda turned 
her head to the side trying not to look at her son's 
blood on Mr. Roberts' hard cock.  Mr. Roberts rubbed 
it over her lips and nose then climbed down from the 
table.  He pulled the table away from where her son 
was hanging limply between the poles and turned the 
table giving him access to her ass and cunt.  Mr. 
Roberts forced two fingers roughly into her pussy.

"Did you enjoy our little remote control 'mommy fuck'?  
Did it turn you on to have your son's hard little cock 
in your dirty little hole?"  Wanda continued to sob.  
Mr. Roberts grabbed her clitoris between his 
forefinger and thumb then dug his thumbnail into it 
until it felt like he was going to pinch it off.  
Wanda screamed.  "I asked you a question, bitch.  A 
dumb whore like you doesn't think she can get away 
without answering do you?"

"No." Wanda sobbed.

"No, you don't think you can get away without 
answering or no, you didn't enjoy our little remote 
control 'mommy fuck'?"  He asked forcing a finger into 
her dry ass.

"No I didn't enjoy the God damn 'mommy fuck'," Wanda 
screamed as her body tightened trying to force the 
invader out of her ass.  Mr. Roberts pushed his finger 
harder into her dry, un-lubricated rectum.

"I would really love to rape your asshole completely 
dry with no lubrication, but I wont.  It would be too 
uncomfortable for me."  He threw his entire weight 
behind his finger and forced it completely into her 
dry aching hole.  "I have a tough decision to make, 
should I fuck your filthy worn out cunt hole first or 
your ass?"  He looked up at Wanda with raised 
questioning eyebrows.  "I think this is definitely a 
case where we should let the woman make the decision."  
He paused with fingers in both her cunt and her ass 
waiting for an answer.  "You better tell me fast or 
I'll just fuck your son's asshole again."

"My cunt," she managed to say between sobs.  Mr. 
Roberts' smiled as he pulled the finger out of her dry 
ass and then jammed it back in again.

"What, is our little slut saving her virgin asshole 
for Mr. Right?"  Mr. Roberts sneered as he forced a 
second finger into her.  "Well slut, before I'm done 
with you my fist is going to be Mr. Right."  Mr. 
Roberts wiggled his fingers in her pussy.  "Looks like 
my little play toy can't keep her precious cunt wet 
for me.  Is that why you can't get a man to fuck you?"  
He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and her ass, 
then retrieved a plastic bottle from a small table 
setting against the wall.

Wanda had been too busy up until know to notice the 
equipment set out on this table.  She did not like 
what she saw.  Mr. Roberts returned with a plastic 
bottle of what was obviously a commercially available 
sex lubricant.  The label had been removed and 
replaced with one that read "Rape Juice" in large red 
letters.

"Squirt your holes full of this and we'll be able to 
fuck you with a watermelon."  Mr. Roberts inserted the 
nozzle into Wanda's dry cunt and squeezed the bottle.  
Wanda could feel her pussy being filled with the cold 
gel.  She felt it overflow covering her labia and 
clitoris and begin to run down toward her ass before 
Mr. Roberts stopped squeezing.  Mr. Roberts positioned 
the head of his large hard cock at the now well-
lubricated entrance to Wanda's cunt.  He looked at her 
helpless body tied to the table.

"I don't care how many times you've been fucked in the 
past.  I don't care how tenderly your great lovers 
have made loooooooove to you.  I can guarantee that 
you have never been fucked like I'm about to fuck 
you."  Then he turned and looked at her son still 
hanging between the poles.  "Pay attention kid and 
learn how to properly fuck this bitch who claims to be 
your mother."

Mr. Roberts leaned forward then plunged his cock into 
his helpless victim.  Wanda cried out in agony and 
pulled against the ropes holding her to the table as 
the huge rod plunged into her.  Despite the lubricant 
it felt like she was being ripped apart.  As the 
invading cock reached it's maximum penetration a sharp 
searing pain shot through her body, causing Wanda to 
scream "Oh God no."

"YESSSSSS. OH GOD YESSSSS" Mr. Roberts shouted.  "God 
I love fucking slutty little bitches like you."  Mr. 
Roberts pulled his cock out and slammed it back into 
Wanda's struggling body, "especially when their pansy 
ass fagotty sons are watching."  Mr. Roberts pulled 
his cock out once again and slammed it back into her 
with such force that the whole table moved about six 
inches.  Then he held it inside her while he reached 
up and slapped each of her breasts twice.  First he 
slapped the right one hard with the front of his hand 
then with the back of his hand.  He repeated the 
process on her left breast.  Wanda cried out and her 
body jerked with each slap.

"Hey, bitch, you better start moving our ass and 
making me feel like you really want to be fucked."  
Wanda had stopped pulling against the ropes and was 
lying limply on the table with her eyes shut. "Open 
your eyes bitch, I want my sluts to look at me while 
I'm honoring them with my cock in their filthy worn 
out whore holes."  Wanda opened her eyes and looked at 
her attacker.  "Now do your slutty whorish best to 
make me feel like your enjoying this fuck or I'll 
finish it in your son."  Wanda 'pasted' a grin on her 
face and rocked her hips in time to Mr. Roberts 
slamming thrusts into her abused cunt.  She tried to 
tighten her cunt muscles rhythmically to put pressure 
on his invading member.

"That's better, I knew you could fuck like a pro."  
Mr. Roberts grabbed one of Wanda's tender abused tits 
in each hand then spoke to her son. "We know women are 
designed to be fucked because they have these nice 
handles to hang onto while we're doing it."  Clutching 
one of her breasts in each hand Mr. Roberts pulled on 
them to get extra leverage as he slammed his blood 
covered cock into her bleeding pussy with even more 
brutal force.

Wanda stared at Mr. Roberts, who now looked to her 
like the devil incarnate, with dazed eyes.  It felt 
like he was trying to rip her breasts off her chest as 
he slammed himself again and again into her.  After 
several minutes of being brutally raped, her eyes 
rolled up in their sockets, the room spun, then faded 
into blackness.

Wanda became aware of her face being slapped.  She 
struggled back to consciousness as first one cheek 
then the other got slapped so hard her head snapped 
back and forth. When she opened her eyes the slapping 
stopped.  Mr. Roberts was still standing at the end of 
the table.  His hard cock was still buried in her torn 
and bleeding pussy.

"Wake up bitch."  He slapped her one more time just to 
make sure.  "You've got to be awake to enjoy this once 
in a lifetime experience I'm giving you." Wanda stared 
at him with unhidden rage as he fucked into her again.  
Mr. Roberts seemed to absorb her rage like a plant 
does sunshine.  His lust fed on it and until he buried 
his cock into her and leaned his head back and 
bellowed like a bull while his cock jerked and pumped 
cum into her pulverized pussy.  As soon as his cock 
stopped jerking Mr. Roberts pulled it out of her and 
wiped the blood and goo off with her discarded blouse.  
While he cleaned himself Mr. Roberts walked over to 
where the boy was still hanging.

"Did you see that great fuck, kid?"  He asked then 
noticed that the boy seemed to have passed out.  He 
looked back over at Wanda laying limply on the table, 
then left the room.  He returned a minute later with 
at camera.  Mr. Roberts started by taking pictures 
showing the over-all scene; the boy's limp body 
hanging from the poles; and the woman's bruised and 
limp body tied to the table.  Then he moved in for 
closer more detailed pictures; a close up of Wanda's 
bruised face showing her split lip; one showing her 
bruised breasts; and a picture of the bruises where he 
had punched and kicked her.  Mr. Roberts took a long 
time to focus and adjust the camera for the close up 
of Wanda's bruised cunt dripping blood onto the floor, 
he wanted to make sure it was perfect.  Then he took 
close ups of the boy, finishing with one showing the 
dried blood running down his thighs.

Mr. Roberts put his camera on the equipment table, 
then picked up his knife and walked back over the boy.  
He cut the bindings holding the boy's left foot, then 
the boy's right foot.  When Mr. Roberts cut the rope 
holding the left hand the boy's limp body swung down 
and hit against the other pole.  When he cut the rope 
holding the boy's right hand the boy collapsed onto 
the floor in a limp pile.

Mr. Roberts tied the boy's hands together and removed 
the gag, then lifted him up and laid him face down on 
top of his mother.  Lifting Wanda's head up Mr. 
Roberts hooked the boy's tied hands over her head so 
they were around her neck.  This held the boy in 
place, laying the length of his mother's body with his 
legs dangling down between hers.  Mr. Roberts checked 
the alignment of the limp, passed out bodies and 
insured that the boy's limp cock rested neatly on top 
of his mother's still bleeding cunt.  When Mr.  
Roberts was satisfied with the positioning he 
retrieved his camera and took a few more pictures.  
Then, after putting the camera back on the equipment 
table Mr. Roberts left the room.  He returned with a 
cup of coffee and a copy of the Wall Street Journal.  
Mr. Roberts pulled the chair over to the equipment 
table and, after lighting up a cigar, proceeded to sip 
his coffee while perusing the newspaper.

The boy was first to regain consciousness.  As soon as 
he groaned and started moving Mr. Roberts put his 
paper down and walked over to the table.  The boy's 
eyes were beginning to open, but there wasn't really 
'anybody home' yet.  Mr. Roberts reached between the 
boy's legs and massaged his cock and rubbed it back 
and forth over the lips of his mother's cunt.  The 
boy's cock was already hard by the time he was 
conscious enough to realize what was going on.

"Suck on your momma's tit for me."  He ordered the boy 
speaking around his smoldering cigar while he 
continued to work the boys cock up and down Wanda's 
pussy.  The boy lay still on his mother and refused to 
do as he was told.  Mr. Roberts squeezed the boy's 
tender, bruised balls "I'm going to keep squeezing 
until you do as you are told."  The boy turned his 
head and started sucking on one of his mother's 
bruised nipples.

Mr. Roberts made sure the boy's small hard cock was 
inside the abused lips of his mother's cunt then 
pushed down on the boy's butt driving the cock further 
in, then let up on his butt allowing the cock to slide 
almost all the way out.  Mr. Roberts grinned around 
his cigar as he forced the boy to fuck his mother 
again.

Wanda stirred, opened her eyes and looked at her son 
without recognizing him for a few moments then every 
thing seemed to come into focus.  She saw their 
tormentor forcing her son's cock in and out of her raw 
aching pussy.  She saw and felt her son sucking on an 
equally sore nipple.

"OH GOD NOOOOOOOOOO" she wailed startling her son who 
stopped sucking and looked at his mother's agonized 
face.

"Mom...." He started to console her, when Mr. Roberts 
squeezed his balls again.

"I didn't tell you to stop sucking that tit you little 
pervert."  Mr. Roberts snarled as he reached up and 
slammed the boy's face down on his mother's breast.   
Mr. Roberts immediately grabbed the boy's arms and 
pulled them from under Wanda's neck, allowing her head 
to slam back down.  He pulled the boy off his mother 
and stood him up at the end of the table.

"This little fairy you're raising can't even suck a 
god damn tit right."  Mr. Roberts put his hand on the 
back of the boy's neck and pushed his face down onto 
his mother's cunt, then he reached between the boy's 
legs and grabbed his genitals from behind.  "Now, 
let's see if you can eat pussy any better than you 
suck on tits."  As he said this Mr. Roberts squeezed 
and pulled on the boys cock and balls while holding 
his face against his mother's pussy.

"God damn you. You mother fucking bastard leave my son 
alone."  Wanda screamed at her son's tormentor.  Mr. 
Roberts stopped what he was doing and looked at Wanda.  
He released her son and left him standing while he 
stepped to the other end of the table.  He leaned over 
and looked her in the face then, pulling the cigar out 
of his mouth he spoke to her in a quiet calm voice.

"I'm tired of smoking this and need to put it out."  
He seemed to think for a moment.  "Should I put it out 
in your son's asshole or on your clitoris?"  Then he 
smiled at Wanda sweetly and blew on the end of the 
cigar making it glow bright red while he waited for 
her answer.  A look of pure terror spread over Wanda's 
face.

"Oh god, please Mr. Roberts, don't hurt us anymore."  
Wanda spoke softly and sobbed uncontrollably her whole 
body shaking against the ropes holding her to the 
table.  She continued to speak through her sobs.  "I'm 
sorry I didn't suck your cock when you asked me to.  
I'm sorry I tried to sue you.  Let my son go and I'll 
be your sex slave.  I'll fuck any time you want."  She 
tried to suppress her sobs and look sexy for him.

"Well bitch, you're lucky, I still have a use for your 
clit, and for your son's ass, so I guess I'll have to 
put this out on your tit."  Mr. Roberts pushed the 
glowing end of his cigar down on Wanda's left nipple.  
He could hear Wanda's flesh sizzle for just a second 
before her scream drowned it out.  The scream stopped 
only when Wanda fainted. When Mr. Roberts pulled his 
cigar off Wanda's breast the seared flesh of her 
nipple stuck and pulled off leaving a circular wound.

Mr. Roberts heard a retching sound and turned to see 
Wanda's son on his hands and knees dry heaving.   Mr. 
Roberts grabbed the boy by the hair and pulled him to 
his feet.  "Your mom's going to be resting for 
awhile."  Mr. Roberts untied the boy's hands, then 
pulled the boy after him as he walked from the room.  
"I want to get you cleaned up."

Dragging the boy into the bathroom Mr. Roberts pushed 
him down onto the toilet.  "Pee and shit if you need 
to," Mr. Roberts ordered as he stood looking down at 
the boy.  Mr. Roberts still had his cigar in his hand, 
he held it front of the boy's face.  "Look at that, 
there's a piece of your mom's nipple stuck to my 
cigar."  He said with amazement.

Mr. Roberts looked down at the boy who sat trembling 
on the toilet.  His entire body was shaking so hard 
the tank lid on the toilet rattled.  With unexpected 
tenderness Mr. Roberts picked up the boy and held him 
as he sat down on the edge of the bathtub with the boy 
in his lap.  Mr. Roberts gently caressed the boy's 
hair and back.

"Hay, ya gotta toughen up kid."  The boy, disarmed by 
the sudden tenderness, laid his head on Mr. Roberts' 
shoulder and sobbed.  "It's not your fault you're 
acting like a little sissy boy.  Your mommy raised you 
that way." Mr. Roberts continued to stroke the boy's 
body as he talked.  "You need a man to show you how to 
handle these bitches."  The sobbing faded to sniffles.  
Mr. Roberts retrieved a bottle of pills from the 
medicine cabinet and a glass of water.  "Here, take 
this.  It will help you relax and make you feel 
better."

"Why are you hurting my mom?"  The boy asked after he 
swallowed the pill.  Mr. Roberts pushed the naked boy 
off his chest, but kept him setting in his lap, and 
looked at his face.

"You should stop thinking of her as your mother."  He 
advised the boy.  "Just think of her as a slut with a 
cunt we can fuck."  Mr. Roberts chuckled, "A slut with 
a cunt we can fuck.  I like that, maybe I should buy a 
whorehouse so I could use that as a slogan.  Sluts 
with cunts you can fuck."  As the fast acting drug 
took affect the boy relaxed and the trembling 
subsided.

"Why are you hurting us?" the boy persisted.

"Well kid, that bitch tied to the table didn't do what 
I told her to."  Mr. Roberts looked at the boy still 
sitting in his lap, his hands still roaming over the 
boy's nude body.  "Then she tried to get me in trouble 
for telling her to do it.  A real man just can't let a 
bitch get away with that kind of shit."  Mr. Roberts 
had been concentrating on the boy's genitals, and the 
boy now sported a, fairly large for his age, four inch 
erection.

"It feels good when I rub your cock doesn't it?"  Mr. 
Roberts asked as he continued to fondle the boy's 
genitals.

"Yes, it feels good, but isn't it wrong?"  The boy, 
beginning to relax for the first time leaned back 
against Mr. Roberts' hairy chest.

"Did that bitch in there tell you it was wrong?  Did 
she tell you it was wrong to touch it yourself?"

"Yea, she said it was wrong to touch it or to let 
anyone else touch it."  The boy relaxed more and 
closed his eyes.

"See, that's what's wrong with bitches like that 
trying to raise a boy without a dad around.  There is 
nothing wrong with you touching your own cock anytime 
you want to."  Mr. Roberts gave the boy's genitals a 
firm but not painful squeeze.  "And there is nothing 
wrong with you letting someone else make you feel good 
by touching your cock."  The boy smiled as he enjoyed 
these new pleasurable feelings.  The two of them sat 
quietly for a few minutes, both naked, both sporting 
hard cocks, with Mr. Roberts gently stroking the young 
boy's until his body tightened then relaxed 
completely.  As the boys orgasm faded, Mr. Roberts 
held him with his hand cupped around the boy's 
genitals.

"Let's take a shower now, then we can decide what to 
do about that bitch tied to the table."  Mr. Roberts 
stood the young boy on the bathroom floor and adjusted 
the water.  When he was satisfied he stepped into the 
water spray and held out his hand to help his young 
victim step over the edge of the tub.

The young boy stepped into the shower with a troubled 
expression on his face.  As the hot water ran over his 
body he tried to sort out his confused thoughts and 
feelings.  So far all his life he had to do what women 
told him to, not just his mother, but also the 
teachers at school, his mom's friends, and even the 
younger daughters of his mom's friends.  He always had 
to be a 'little gentleman' and let them play with his 
toys whether he wanted them to or not, and even if 
they hit him he could never hit them back.  He could 
tell his mom was always keeping him away from grown 
men.  His mother had always seemed to be all-powerful, 
now she was obviously frightened of this man.  That 
could only mean that this man was more powerful than 
his mother.  The boy was beginning to look on this 
grown man as a rescuer instead of a tormentor, someone 
to show him how real men acted.  The boy's thoughts 
were interrupted when Mr. Roberts rubbed soapy hands 
over his body.  The young boy stared at Mr. Roberts' 
large hard cock with intense fascination.  He had 
never seen a naked adult male before.

"Will I get that big?"  He finally asked.  Mr. Roberts 
chuckled.

"Most men don't get this big.  But it's possible, 
you're pretty big now, for your age."  After soaping 
the young boy's body Mr. Roberts soaped his own.  
After washing the dried blood and lubricant from his 
hard cock Mr. Roberts held the bar of soap out to the 
boy.  "Why don't you wash my cock for me?"

The young boy took the soap from Mr. Roberts and, with 
a sense of awe, washed the man's hard cock.  He 
slipped his soapy hands up and down its length.  The 
man's balls seemed impossibly large compared to his 
own marble sized testicles.  Mr. Roberts groaned and 
then the boy jumped.  He was startled by a gob of cum 
that shot out of the large cock and landed on his 
face.  The boy giggled as more spurts of cum showered 
down on him.

The man and the boy climbed out of the shower and 
helped each other dry off with growing camaraderie.  
To the young boy this person was rapidly becoming the 
all-powerful epitome of what a man should be.  He felt 
almost giddy that a man with this power to cause pain 
and torment should be interested in making him feel so 
wonderful.

Wanda slowly became aware of her surroundings.  She 
was still on her back with her arms tied over her 
head.  Her legs were still pulled up and spread wide 
with ropes holding them.  Her muscles ached from being 
held in this position for so long.  She became aware 
of other pains, the dull ache from her crotch where 
her abused cunt was covered with drying blood and 
lubricant.  A sharper pain caused her to look at her 
left breast, where she saw her burned and disfigured 
nipple.

"Oh god, help me," she said softly, then looked around 
the room.  Her son was no longer there, nor was their 
tormentor.  Struggling to suppress the flood of 
anguish and terror she pulled on the ropes holding her 
hands then moved her legs as much as possible to 
relieve some of the muscle cramps.

Wanda lay still for a minute to rest from her 
exertions then flexed her shoulder blades trying to 
pull her abused body across the table, easing the 
tension on the ropes holding her hands.  Wanda bent 
her head up to see what she was doing as she twisted 
and pull her hands trying to work them free.

Wanda was not aware of the sound until it suddenly 
stopped, then she realized that a shower had been 
running.  She stopped struggling and listened.  
Finally she made out two voices.  Her body relaxed and 
she sobbed with relief when she recognized one of them 
as her son, at least her son was still alive.  A few 
minutes later she stopped crying and pulled once again 
at the ropes holding her hands.  If I can get loose, 
she thought, we might be able to escape.  Ignoring the 
pain Wanda pulled with all her remaining strength on 
the ropes holding her hands and her legs.  Wanda 
stopped struggling when she heard the voices coming 
closer.  She listened in disbelief.  One of the voices 
was definitely her son's, and he was laughing and 
joking with their tormentor.

When Wanda saw her son and Mr. Roberts walk into the 
room both naked, both with their hair still wet from 
the shower and both sporting hard cocks.  Her world 
spun, she felt like she was going to throw up.  How 
could her son be cavorting with the same man who was 
torturing them?  Her stomach muscles heaved so hard 
they cramped, and only the fact that her stomach was 
empty kept her from hurling its contents across the 
room.  Just inside the door Mr. Roberts stopped, his 
hand resting casually on the young boy's shoulder.  
Wanda saw her son looking up at this monster with 
obvious admiration, even hero worship.

"Hay kid," Mr. Roberts spoke turning the boy away from 
his mother.  "I forgot my cigar, go back and get it 
for me."  Wanda watched as her son smiled at the man 
then, still naked, dashed out of the room to do his 
bidding.

"What have you done to my son?"  She asked in a voice 
mixed with rage and terror.

"Well lets see, I jerked him off, took a shower with 
him, let him jerk me off, then after the shower he 
wanted to see what it was like so I let him suck on my 
cock for a while."  Mr. Roberts smiled at his bound 
victim. "He really loved it.  I think your boy has a 
real future in gay whorehouses." Wanda's face went 
pale listening to his litany of perverse acts this 
monster had subjected her son to.  Then it turned red 
with rage and she struggled against her bonds.  Mr. 
Roberts grabbed the front of her neck with his large 
hand and squeezed cutting off her air until she 
stopped fighting and laid limply on the table sobbing.  
Just then the boy came dashing up beside Mr. Roberts 
holding out his half smoked cigar.

"Look," Wanda's son said, grinning at Mr. Roberts, 
"that piece of her nipple is still stuck on the end."  
Wanda saw the charred piece of her flesh hanging on 
the end of the obscene looking cigar and the room spun 
as her vision faded.  Just before she passed out Wanda 
realized that her son had said 'her nipple' instead of 
'my mom's nipple'.

When Wanda regained consciousness her hands and legs 
were untied.  She started to set up but was stopped by 
a choking constriction around her neck and fell back 
onto the table.  Wanda turned her head to the side and 
tried to scream only to find that a gag had been 
strapped into her mouth.  She watched in helpless rage 
as her son sucked on Mr. Roberts' thick hard cock.  
Mr. Roberts grinned at her then gently pulled his cock 
from the boy's sucking mouth.

"She's awake, come on son lets get her cleaned up.  
That's one of the problems with slutty bitches like 
this, they never learn how to keep themselves clean."  
Wanda's muffled voice raged at her antagonist when she 
heard him refer to the boy as 'son'.  Wanda looked 
closely at her son when he stood up and, noticing that 
his eyelids were drooping, realized that her son had 
been drugged.  Mr. Roberts hooked a dog leash to the 
cord he had earlier tied in a slipknot around Wanda's 
neck.  He gave the leash a sharp yank.

"Come on bitch, off the table."  Wanda climbed down 
from the table and almost fell when her knees gave 
out.  She recovered from the stumble and stood in 
front of Mr. Roberts.  "Down on your hands and knees."  
Mr. Roberts ordered pulling down on the leash.  Then 
he spoke to Wanda's son, "since she's a bitch we'll 
make her walk like a bitch.  You walk behind her that 
will give you a really good look at her filthy, smelly 
cunt."  Then he yanked on the leash and walked toward 
the door.  As Wanda scrambled after him on her hands 
and knees she turned her head and saw her son 
following behind.  She wanted to assure her son, to 
tell him that he wasn't to blame for what was 
happening, that she understood that he was under the 
influence of drugs and a truly evil man.  Since she 
was gagged Wanda tried to put all that in one loving 
understanding look, but her son was too busy staring 
at his mother's cunt to notice.  Mr. Roberts led Wanda 
into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet.

"I want you to pee, but spread your legs first so the 
boy can watch.  Come here son, have you ever watched a 
woman pee?" Mr. Roberts pulled on the leash choking 
Wanda. "Spread your legs, bitch, and let him watch you 
pee." He said slowly and distinctly.  Wanda spread her 
legs and her son bent over and peered between her 
trembling thighs.  Mr. Roberts released the pressure 
on the neck cord allowing her to breathe again, then 
sat on the edge of the bathtub.  Wanda tried 
desperately to relax enough to allow a flow of urine 
to exit her bladder.  Not wanting to see her son bent 
over and fondling himself in anticipation, Wanda 
closed her eyes.  After a few moments her body visibly 
relaxed and, much to the amusement of her watching 
son, urine flowed landing noisily in the water below.

"Do you need to crap?" Mr. Roberts asked when the 
noisy flow trickled to an end.  Wanda shook her head 
'no'.  Mr. Roberts yanked on the leash.  "Get in the 
tub."  Wanda stepped into the tub then Mr. Roberts 
attached the leash to a hook in the ceiling pulling it 
tight making Wanda stand up tall to keep from choking.  
He adjusted the water temperature then used the 
adjustable shower head and sprayed water over Wanda's 
body.  When she was completely wet Mr. Roberts handed 
a bar of soap to the boy.

"Soap the bitch."  The young boy climbed into the tub 
and smeared soap over his mother's battered body, 
paying particular attention to her breasts.  Wanda 
winced when the soap came into contact with her burned 
nipple.  "Be sure you get that dirty cunt hole of hers 
good and clean son."  Mr. Roberts advised.  The boy 
pushed the bar of soap between his mother's legs.  
While he rubbed it roughly back and forth over her 
abused cunt, the boy rubbed his hard cock with his 
other, soapy, hand.  Mr. Roberts smiled, and gently 
stroked himself, as he let the young boy play with 
Wanda's abused body.

"OK son, that's enough lets rinse the whore off."  The 
boy stuck his soapy hands out while Mr. Roberts rinsed 
them off then stood while his small hard cock was 
rinsed.  When all the soap was rinsed off his body the 
young boy stepped out of the tub.  "Let's have a 
little fun," Mr. Roberts suggested, as he adjusted the 
water making it as hot as he could get it.  Mr. 
Roberts turned the ring on the shower head to the 
'power massage' setting.   He handed the shower head 
to the boy, "Rinse the bitch."

Both the young boy and Mr. Roberts laughed 
uproariously as Wanda danced and twitched on the end 
of the leash trying to avoid the jet of hot water 
being aimed at the most sensitive parts of her 
tormented body.  Mr. Roberts encouraged the boy, 
suggesting that he aim the jets of water at her 
breasts and cunt.  Finally Wanda collapsed from 
exhaustion and hung limply by her neck.  Mr. Roberts 
lifted her and removed the leash from the hook in the 
ceiling.  Carrying the limp woman over his shoulder 
Mr. Roberts put his hand on the boy's shoulder as they 
walked back into the 'game room'.

"Did you see the way this bitch dance when you hit her 
cunt or ass with that hot water?"  The young boy 
nodded his head.  Mr. Roberts dumped the limp naked 
body on the floor then rolled it over on its back.  
"Sit on her stomach facing me."  He instructed.  The 
young boy sat on his mother's stomach with one foot on 
each side of her and watched as Mr. Roberts pushed her 
knees up and apart.  Mr. Roberts ran his hands through 
the thick pubic bush then grabbed a pussy lip with the 
thumb and forefinger of each hand and pulled them 
apart revealing the opening to her pussy.

"This," he announced to the young boy, "is a cunt.  As 
far as I'm concerned this is the only reason we even 
let women live."  The boy fondled himself while he sat 
on his mother's belly and listened to Mr. Roberts 
lecture about cunts.  "That's why we usually refer to 
women as 'cunts' because it's the only part of them 
that we want to have anything to do with."  They heard 
a moan from Wanda as she stirred and tried to set up.  
At the same time Mr. Roberts noticed the young boy 
yawn.

"I guess it's getting late," Mr. Roberts stated after 
checking his watch, "help me put her to bed, we can 
continue this tomorrow."  Mr. Roberts lifted Wanda and 
stood her at the end of the table then let her bend at 
the waist so she lay on her stomach across the table 
with her feet on the floor.  Using leather straps he 
bound her left ankle to one table leg then pulled her 
right ankle over to the other table leg and bound it, 
leaving her cunt and ass available for any nocturnal 
amusements he might want to indulge in.  Then he 
pulled her arms up over her head and tied them with 
ropes to the other two table legs.

Once Wanda was bound to the table for the night Mr. 
Roberts took a few minutes to run his hands over her 
buttocks and insert fingers into her ass and cunt.  He 
seriously considered fucking her ass but decided to 
wait until she was awake and could enjoy the honor.  
Instead Mr. Roberts retrieved a large butt plug and an 
equally large plastic cock from the equipment table 
and forced them into her ass and cunt respectively.  
He buckled a belt around her waist then ran a thick 
leather strap between her legs to hold the equipment 
in place and attached the ends of the strap to the 
belt.

During all of this Wanda's son stood beside the table.  
With his elbow on the table and his head resting on 
his hand, the young boy watched the man tie up his 
mother through sleepy drooping eyelids.  While he 
watched he lazily fondled himself with his other hand.  
When Mr. Roberts was satisfied that Wanda was secure 
for the night her took the young boy by the hand and 
walked with him to the bedroom.

The naked grown man and the naked eight-year-old boy 
laid down beside each other on the king size bed.  The 
naked man picked up a remote control and turned on a 
big screen TV then started his favorite gang rape 
video playing.  The video documented the rape of a 
twelve-year-old girl by ten grown men.  As he watched 
the twelve-year-old trying to fight off her attackers 
the grown man spread lubricant on his large hard cock 
then turned toward the drugged boy.  He turned the 
young boy on his side and, lifting his leg, worked his 
huge glistening rod into the boy's tight anus.

Mr. Roberts spent almost an hour watching the twelve-
year-old getting repeatedly raped on the TV while he 
fucked his cock slowly in and out of his victim's ass 
and gently stroked the boy's hard cock.  As he fucked 
the young boy Mr. Roberts spoke to him in low tones.

"I was about ten years old when my mother and father 
got divorced.  Soon after that my mom climbed into bed 
with me one night and started playing with my cock.  
After it got hard she pulled me on top of her and 
helped me slip my hard cock into her hot wet cunt.  
That's a feeling I'll never forget.  After that she 
came into my room two or three times a week and we 
would fuck.  We kept this up until I was about 
fifteen, then she got a boyfriend and wouldn't come 
into my room anymore.  Her boyfriend moved in with us, 
then he started coming into my room.  He fucked me in 
the ass, just like I'm doing to you, and made me suck 
his cock.  I wouldn't have minded being fucked up the 
ass and sucking him off if my mom would have come into 
my room and let me fuck her too.

"When I was about sixteen I realized that I was never 
going to get to fuck my mom again as long as her 
boyfriend was there.  Then one day he and I went up on 
the roof to fix the antenna.  Poor guy slipped and 
fell.  He broke his neck.  That night I waited for my 
mom to come into my room.  When she didn't I went into 
hers.  She was crying and carrying on about how much 
she loved the jerk.  So I held her down on the bed and 
fucked her.  After I was done she rolled up in a 
little ball and cried some more.  While she cried she 
started telling me what a vile creature I was.  I told 
her I wanted to fuck her again but she would not 
unroll from the ball she was in so I just fucked her 
up the ass just like her precious boyfriend had done 
to me.

"She tried to force me to leave the room but I 
wouldn't do it.  I told her that from then on she was 
mine and I would fuck her anytime I wanted to.  I also 
warned her that if she tried to get another boyfriend 
that he would have an accident just like this one had.  
Then I told her if she didn't do what I wanted she 
might meet with an untimely accident also.  You should 
have seen the look on her face when I told her that.  
She got real scared and promised me she would do 
whatever I wanted.  I told her to get on her knees and 
suck my cock.  She couldn't get my tool in her mouth 
fast enough.

"You know kid, after that she was mine to do with as I 
pleased.  I fucked her anytime I wanted to for several 
years.  I made her go naked around the house and play 
with herself while I watched.  Sometimes I would bring 
friends home after school and make her fuck them too.  
Then I went off to college and realized there were 
younger prettier sluts out there, just waiting for me 
to fuck them."

The drug Mr. Roberts had given the boy earlier in the 
evening kept him quit and relaxed during his second 
anal rape.  After Mr. Roberts' orgasm he fell asleep 
with his softening cock still buried in the boy's ass 
and his arm still wrapped around the boy with his hand 
cupping the boy's genitals.  Twice during the night 
Mr. Roberts woke up, reinserted his cock into the 
boy's ass and fucked himself back to sleep.

In the morning Mr. Roberts woke up with his arms 
around the boy and his cock tucked between the boy's 
legs and resting against his scrotum.  Mr. Roberts 
shook the boy awake.  The boy was obviously still 
groggy from the drug he had been given the night 
before.  Mr. Roberts called on his long experience 
using drugs to create compliant victims to concoct a 
nice pill combination that would help keep the boy 
relaxed and cooperative without putting him into the 
'walking zombie' state he had been in the night 
before.

Mr. Roberts restarted the gang rape video for the boy 
to watch then went into the 'game' room to check on 
Wanda.  He found Wanda awake but unresponsive and gave 
her large dose of stimulant by hypodermic needle.  He 
wanted her fully alert to enjoy the day's activities.  
While he waited to the shot to take effect Mr. Roberts 
unstrapped the appliances he had left in her then, 
after pulling them out, lubricated himself and forced 
his cock into her dry pussy.

By the time Mr. Roberts was finished with a nice slow 
fuck Wanda was beginning to revive.  He untied her 
from the table and sat her in the chair.  He used the 
same straps that had held her legs bound to the legs 
of the table to bind them to the front legs of the 
chair.  He pulled each of her arms down to her sides 
and tied her hands to the back legs with the rope 
running under the seat of the chair.  Mr. Roberts then 
left her, still gagged.

Mr. Roberts was pleased when he walked into the 
bedroom and found the young boy masturbating while he 
watched the video of the twelve-year-old girl being 
raped.  Mr. Roberts lay down next to the boy and 
stroked himself while he watched the video and the 
boy.

"You like watching that?" He finally asked as they 
watched the first attacker climb off the girl on the 
screen and the next man climb on.

"Yeah, this is great." The boy answered 
enthusiastically as he pumped his hard cock.
"You know they are raping her don't you?"  When he did 
not get an immediate answer Mr. Roberts continued. "Do 
you know what rape is?"

"No," the young boy admitted.

"Well, if a girl doesn't want to fuck and you fuck her 
anyway that's rape.  That's what we're doing to that 
bitch who claims to be your mother.  She doesn't want 
to fuck and we're fucking her anyway."  Mr. Roberts 
rearranged their positions on the bed.  "I want you to 
suck my cock while I rub yours for you."  The boy took 
as much of Mr. Roberts' huge hard cock into his mouth 
as he could and ran his tongue around it as he moved 
his mouth up and down over the head.  Mr. Roberts 
fondled the young boy.

"I love fucking girls when they don't want to fuck."  
Mr. Roberts continued to talk as the young boy licked 
and sucked on the head of his cock.  "Today you are 
going to learn that pushing your cock into a girl when 
she doesn't want it is the best feeling in the world.  
Forcing her to get on her knees and take your cock in 
her mouth and swallow your cum like the fucking slut 
they all really are, there's no feeling to compare to 
that."  Mr. Roberts continued to fondle the boy with 
one hand and gently worked the forefinger of his other 
hand into the boy's no longer virgin ass.  "Tomorrow 
I'll take you to work with me and I'll bring the sluts 
that work for me into my office one at a time and 
we'll force them to suck our cocks.  We'll make them 
lift up their skirts and pull down their panties and 
play with themselves while we watch.  Then we'll take 
turns fucking them."

For the young boy the image of grown women being 
forced to expose them selves while he watched held a 
far stronger erotic punch than fucking them.  Looking 
at women's naked bodies, even his mother's was 
something he had been trying to do for a long time.  
While the boy pictured a line of grown women, most of 
them baring a strong resemblance to his mother, 
exposing themselves at his command he felt Mr. 
Roberts' cock twitch and his mouth flooded with cum.  
The young boy pulled his mouth away from the spurting 
cock.  Mr. Roberts took his hand away from the boy's 
genitals and placed it on the back of the boy's head.

"Never pull away from a shooting cock son," Mr. 
Roberts instructed as he pushed the boy's mouth back 
onto his spurting cock, "just swallow the cum and 
enjoy it."  Most of the cum ended up on the boy's face 
and when he reached up to wipe it off Mr. Roberts 
grabbed his wrist.  "Leave it.  I want your mother to 
see it."  With that he stood up and, still holding the 
young boy's wrist pulled him from the bed.  As Mr. 
Roberts and the boy walked down the hallway they could 
hear the chair bouncing up and down on the floor.  
When Wanda saw Mr. Roberts and her son entering the 
room she stopped trying to pull her hands and legs 
free and the banging stopped.

Mr. Roberts pulled up another chair facing Wanda and 
sat in it.  Mr. Roberts placed the naked young boy 
between his naked thighs so that the boy faced his 
naked mother.  The boy leaned back against Mr. Roberts 
and could feel Mr. Roberts' soft cock resting against 
his buttocks.  Wanda felt like her heart was going to 
break, and her mind was going to spin out of control 
when she saw her son's obviously drugged state.  Mr. 
Roberts ran his hands over the boy's thighs, stomach 
and chest, avoiding for the time being the boy's hard 
cock.

"Do you like the way your son looks with my cum 
dripping off his face?"  Mr. Roberts smiled at Wanda's 
gag muffled screams and her struggles to pull free 
from the straps holding her to the chair.  The boy 
grinned at his mother.

"What are we going to do today son?" Mr. Roberts 
addressed the boy standing between his legs.

"We're going to fuck my mommy."  The boy replied 
grinning even more.

"What if your mommy doesn't want us to fuck her?"  Mr. 
Roberts' concentrated his caresses on the boy's 
genitals.

"We'll fuck her anyway."  The boy said as he leaned 
against Mr. Roberts.

"What is it called when you fuck a slut that doesn't 
want to be fucked?"  The boy thought for a moment 
before answering.

"Rape," he finally answered with glee.  Mr. Roberts 
watched the tears streaming down Wanda's bruised face 
and her naked body trembling with rage.

"Do you want to rape your mother?"  He asked the boy.

"Yeah," the boy said awed by the idea.

"Why don't you show your mommy how good you are at 
sucking cock?"  Mr. Roberts pulled his hand from the 
boy's genitals and turned him around.  The boy knelt 
between Mr. Roberts' legs and licked Mr. Roberts' 
hardening cock.  Mr. Roberts smiled at Wanda as her 
son's mouth slipped down over his growing organ.  He 
almost laughed out loud at the pleading look she was 
trying to give him with her eyes.  As the boy worked 
on his cock Mr. Roberts rested his hand on the back of 
the boys head and spoke to Wanda.

"I have a friend that owns a sort of 'gay brothel' you 
might say.  It's decorated like an old west whore 
house.  The older boys who work there dress up like 
saloon girls.  The younger ones are dressed up in 
gingham dresses and bonnets.  Sort of like 'Little 
House on the Prairie'.  Or should I say 'Little Whore 
House on the Prairie'.  I'm thinking I'll take our boy 
here over there for a day.  We'll dress him up and 
call him 'Francine' and see how many old fags fuck his 
mouth and ass before the day is over."  By this time 
Wanda was rocking forward and backward in the chair 
struggling with her bindings.  Her screams could be 
heard even through the gag.  Mr. Roberts stroked the 
boy's hair and back as he talked.

"I bet even if we charged them $500 apiece they would 
be lined up around the block for a chance to fuck our 
sweat little Francine."  Wanda was vibrating like a 
teakettle getting ready to blow its lid.  Every muscle 
in her body struggled with the ropes and straps 
holding her.  Her face was bright read and streaked 
with tears.  She sucked in air in great gasps and 
tried to scream around the gag in her mouth.

"I could split fifty-fifty with the owner and still 
have our boy earn five or six thousand for me in one 
day.  When he was done we would have him tell you all 
about it while he fucked you.  Or, better yet, we 
could video tape it and watch that while we take turns 
fucking you."  Suddenly in the midst of her screaming 
and struggling Wanda seemed to collapse.  Her eyes 
remained open, but it seemed almost that a light went 
out behind them.  To Wanda it felt like her mind 
literally 'snapped' inside her head, and that the part 
of her that made her 'Wanda' spiraled down into 
darkness.  A great calm came over her and she quit 
struggling.  She continued to watch her son sucking on 
this monster's hard cock, but it no longer seemed to 
matter.  Mr. Roberts noticed the change.

"Spread your legs."  He said calmly with no hint of 
threat.  Wanda's eyes slowly drifted until they were 
looking in his general direction then she slowly 
spread her legs as much as the ropes would allow.  
"Scoot your ass forward to the edge of the chair and 
spread your legs as far as you can." Wanda followed 
the directions with no resistance or emotion.  Mr. 
Roberts pulled the boy up off his cock and turned him 
to face his mother.

"Your mother wants you to lick her pussy for her."  
The young boy walked on his knees the small distance 
separating Mr. Roberts' hard cock and his mother's 
open cunt.  He put his hands on her thighs and, 
leaning forward, buried his tongue in her pussy.  Mr. 
Roberts stood up and moved around the bound woman.  He 
unbuckled the straps holding the gag in place and 
pulled the ball from Wanda's mouth.  Wanda remained 
slumped over watching with total detachment as her 
son's tongue pushed into her cunt.  Mr. Roberts untied 
her wrists, then unbuckled the straps holding her 
ankles to the legs of the chair.

"Spread your legs as far as you can."  He told the 
almost lifeless woman.  Wanda slowly turned her head 
towards the source of the voice, then followed the 
order and spread her legs until she was completely 
open for her son's licking tongue.  Mr. Roberts put a 
hand on each side of her head and pulled her face 
toward his crotch.  Without orders or threats, Wanda's 
mouth opened when the head of his cock touched her 
lips and let his hard tool slip into her slack mouth.  
Mr. Roberts fucked her unresisting mouth for a few 
minutes, more as a demonstration of power than out of 
lust, then pulled his cock from her mouth.  He reached 
down and tapped the young boy on the shoulder.  The 
young boy looked up and grinned at Mr. Roberts.

"Let's take her into the bedroom where we can fuck her 
ass while we watch that video again."  Mr. Roberts 
suggested to the boy, who nodded his head in eager 
agreement.  Mr. Roberts pulled Wanda to her feet, then 
supported her when she wobbled on her shaking legs.  
He turned her around so she was facing the door. Then 
spoke to the boy again.  "Stick your hand between her 
legs from behind and finger her cunt while we walk her 
into the bedroom." The boy eagerly followed the 
suggestion working his fingers into her saliva-
lubricated cunt while Mr. Roberts held her up and 
walked her into the bedroom.  Mr. Roberts sat Wanda on 
the edge of the bed, and the boy immediately pushed 
her legs apart to lick her cunt again.  Mr. Roberts 
chuckled, amused at how anxious the young boy had 
become to violate his mother.

"Come on kid, she's got an asshole that's never been 
fucked, and I'm going to let you be the first."  Mr. 
Roberts turned towards Wanda.  "Get on your hands and 
knees facing the television."  Wanda slowly climbed up 
onto the bed and positioned her self as instructed.  
Mr. Roberts pushed her chest down onto the bed leaving 
her ass sticking obscenely up in the air.  Then he 
spoke to the boy.  "Get up there and fuck your 
mother's asshole.  Show me what a man you are." He 
said squirting some lubricant on the mentioned hole.

The young boy positioned his hard cock at the entrance 
to his mother's ass and pushed forward, inserting 
himself in his mother in one stroke.  Mr. Roberts 
picked up the remote and started the video playing.  
As the first scene of the movie showing a twelve-year-
old girl walking down the street carrying schoolbooks 
filled the screen Mr. Roberts sang.

"There she goes just a walkin' down the street singing 
do wop didy, didy do didy do."  Then a van stopped and 
two men jumped out and grabbed the girl.  "'Till we 
grab her from behind and fuck her up the ass singing 
do wop didy, didy do didy do."

As Wanda watched the video of the young girl trying to 
fend off her attackers, and ultimately being stripped 
and raped by several men, some small still sane part 
of her mind screamed at her to fight, to save herself 
and her son.  The larger, now insane part of her mind 
laughed, serves the little bitch right it said to her.



  
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