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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.

 

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Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

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Wanda's Torment

By

Norm DePloom

 

 

anda 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 began to calm down and drive 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.  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 know." 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 the sight in front of her.  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 began frantically unbuttoning 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 own nipples?"  Wanda used both hands to pull one of her breasts up to her mouth and sucked on her own 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 began to squeeze 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 began to rub 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, began to fuck 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 it's 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 his own continued to fuck the boy's mother's abused throat.  The boy continued to struggle and pull 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 began to slam 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 noes, 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 began to flail 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 began to rack 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 been wanting 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 began to tremble 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 began with a shaky voice.  Wanda watched the kifepoint with horror, it took all her will power to hold still.

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

"It causes sexual excitement when it is touched." 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."  As her 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?"  Mr. Roberts asked viciously.  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 ONLY

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 laid 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 began to work 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.  Laying 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 own 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 hand 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 asshole.  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 hole.  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 began to fuck 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 began to rub 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?"  He asked.  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'." Fran screamed as her body tightened trying to force the invader out of her ass.  Mr. Roberts pushed his finger harder into her dry ass.

"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 let 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 them 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.

"Hay bitch you better start moving our ass and making me feel like you really want this fucking."  Wanda had stopped pulling against the ropes and was laying 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 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 began to rock 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."  Then Mr. Roberts grabbed one of Wanda's tender abused tits in each hand then spoke to her son. "We know women are designed for fucking because they have these nice handles to hang onto while we're doing it."  Clutching one of her breasts in each hand Mr. Roberts began to pull 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.  Then her eyes rolled up in their sockets, the room began to spin, then fade 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 began fucking her again.  Mr.  Roberts seemed to absorb her rage like a plant does sunshine.  His lust built on it 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 wiped off his cock 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 began by taking pictures showing the over-all scene.  The boy's limp body hanging from the poles.  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, 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 his left foot, then his right foot.  When Mr. Roberts cut the rope holding the boy's left hand his limp body swung down and hit against the other pole.  When he cut the rope holding the boy's right hand his body 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 began to groan and move 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 began to massage his cock and rub 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 laid still on his mother and refused to do as he was told.  Mr. Roberts began to squeeze 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 began to push 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 began to stir, she 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 began to squeeze 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 out from under Wanda's head, allowing her head to slam back down on the table.  He pulled the boy off his mother and stood him up at the end of the table.

"This little fairy your 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.  "Know lets see if you can eat pussy any better than you suck on tits."  As he said this Mr. Roberts began to squeeze and pull 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 began to blow 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 began to sob 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 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 some 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 that needs fucking."  Mr. Roberts chuckled, "A slut with a cunt.  I like that, maybe I should by a whorehouse so I could use that as a slogan.  Sluts with cunts."  As the fast acting drug took affect the boy began to relax and the trembling slowly 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 subsided Mr. Roberts held him with his hand cupped around his 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 began to adjust 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 only 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 began to rub 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 since 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.  Then 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 to the side, where ropes held 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 began to look 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 laid 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 began to twist 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 began to sob 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 began to pull 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 began to pull 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 began to cramp, and only the fact that her stomach was empty kept her from hurling it's contents across the room.  Just inside the door Mr. Roberts stopped, his hand resting casually on the young boy's shoulder.  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 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 began to struggle 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," her 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 began to spin as her vision began to fade.

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 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 her 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 began to flow 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 began to smear 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 her dirty cunt hole good and clean son."  Mr.  Roberts advised, the boy then 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 own hard cock with his other soapy hand.  Mr. Roberts smiled, and gently stroked himself, as he let the young boy play with his mother's body.

"OK son, that's enough lets rinse her 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.  "Lets have a little fun." Mr. Roberts suggested and adjusted the water as hot as it would get, then 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 placed to aim the jets of water.  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 stomach 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 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 is getting late." Mr. Roberts stated after checking his watch.  "Help me put her to bed, then 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 laid 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 then 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 lifted his leg and began to work his huge glistening rod into the boy's tight asshole.

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 boys 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.  Broke his neck.  That night I waited for my mom to come into my room.  When she didn't I went into her's.  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 his orgasm Mr. Roberts fell asleep with his softening cock still buried in the boys 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 boys 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 him self 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 laid 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 began to run his tongue around it as he moved his mouth up and down over the head.  Mr. Roberts began to fondle 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 them selves 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 began to run 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 with awe at 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 began to lick his 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 began to stroke the boy's hair and down onto his 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 off.  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 midsts 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.  Opening her cunt wide for his inspection.  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 leaned his head forward burying 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 unemotionally as her son's tongue pushed into her.  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.

"Lets 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 and began to lick at 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 has 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 asshole 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 began to sing.

"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.  "'Til 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 began to laugh, serves the little bitch right it said to her.