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During a summer party, a spiked drink and Beth's sexual infatuation with her son's best friend opens to door to the beautiful blonde being blackmailed, raped and tortured for several months until she finds a way out.

Blackmailed and Raped Mother pt 2 of 4

This story is a work of fiction, and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

This story has 4 parts, has a little bit of everything, and is often extreme and unrealistic.

(Saturday Night: Blackmail Day 22)

The day after the Emily all-nighter rape fest

After dinner, Emily said she was exhausted, and Beth walked her to the spare bedroom next to Patrick’s room.

Beth gave Emily some pajamas to wear, and after Emily was settled under the covers, she gave her another Percocet and Valium to help her sleep.

Beth decided that this would be a good time to review the video her nanny cam captured from last night’s appalling event.

After saying goodnight to Patrick and telling him to leave Emily alone to rest, she made herself a strong drink. Then, knowing what she was about to be looking at, she decided to take the bottle with her to bed, too.

Then she sat on her bed and logged into the nanny cam app on her laptop.

The camera was positioned on a shelf, looking down at a side view of the bed.

Beth had grown accustomed to feeling disgusted with herself over the past few weeks, but watching her actions that night on video was a whole new level of sickness.

She did think it was interesting to view how ecstasy affected her, though.

Beth could tell that she was different.

She looked almost drunk-like, with an eager-to-please, stupid expression on her face.

And poor Emily!

Looking at what that little girl endured was beyond belief.

Looking at what she herself did to that girl and then what she did to Patrick….made Beth feel like she was dead inside.

Beth was fast-forwarding to get to any part of the video that only showed Dean, Brody or Eddie raping Emily.

That was all Beth needed to end her blackmail.

But she was starting to panic when everything she saw also had her and Patrick on the screen.

She couldn’t use any of that!

There were a few solo minutes of Eddie raping Emily when the night started, and some more minutes of Dean raping Emily’s ass just before the drug dealers arrived.

Lynch had Emily on her back and then tied her hands together over her head to the headboard of the bed, and then he passionately kissed and licked every inch of her perfect teenage body.

Then she saw Lynch strip, take a heavy-looking bag out of his jacket pocket, and toss it onto the bed, where it made a loud, metallic clicking sound.

“Wait! This was when Lynch was alone with Emily. What did that bastard do? Oh, My GOD! Are those pliers?” Beth spoke out loud in horror at what she was seeing.

She saw Lynch dump three large locking needle-nose pliers out of the bag and onto the bed.

Then he took out a syringe and shot something into her arm.

Emily’s eyes opened wide, and Lynch spread her legs and started fucking her.

Emily started crying wildly with tears running down her face, but it didn’t look like Lynch was doing anything other than fucking her.

Beth didn’t know that Lynch had injected Emily with a synthetic opioid that increased a person’s sensitivity to pain tenfold.

The slightest touch to Emily in any way now caused her pain.

And Lynch was fucking Emily savagely now.

When he squeezed her breasts, Emily thought they were being crushed into pulp.

His cock in her pussy felt like sandpaper.

Even the soft mattress and comforter on which she was lying made her back feel as if it were on fire.

Lynch paused fucking her and locked a pair of pliers down on one of her nipples.

At that, Emily jerked her body and thrashed around so hard that the tiny 75lb girl almost threw Lynch off her, but he held on to the pliers and pulled and twisted her nipple around in all directions.

Then he grabbed her other breast in his hand and started fucking her again.

Beth couldn’t see it in the video, but the serrated edges of the pliers bit cruelly into Emily’s flesh and kept the pliers from flying off her as Emily’s breasts shook wildly.

This was the time when Beth and the others heard Emily’s nonstop screaming while they were waiting in the living room.

After a while, Lynch locked another set of pliers on her other nipple, and Emily’s body started going into convulsions.

Lynch started laughing when both pliers started clicking together as Emily’s breasts tossed them around.

Beth wanted to close her eyes, but couldn’t as she saw Lynch pull himself out of her pussy and then clamp the third plier down on Emily’s clit.

Just as Emily’s legs started kicking out, Lynch rolled her over on her stomach and began fucking her ass.

Beth thought the way he was fucking Emily was odd.

After all he did to her, Lynch was passive as he fucked her.

The way he kissed her shoulders and gently tugged her long blonde ponytail back and forth was almost tender.

Beth didn’t know, but Lynch did, that the drug made Emily feel like every kiss was a punch and every hair on her head was getting ripped out all at once.

Emily was also now lying on all three pliers, and every move her body made, it felt like they were literally ripping her flesh off over and over again.

After Lynch finally orgasmed in Emily’s ass, he pulled out, flipped her over and removed the pliers.

Beth saw him inject Emily with another drug, get dressed and then text Amado.

Beth hit pause and wiped the tears from her eyes.

She wanted to stop, but she needed to see if there was anything else in the video that she could use.

In the end, out of 8 hours of video, she had less than six minutes that she thought she could use against the boys.

“It’s better than nothing,” Beth thought as she finished her third drink and fell asleep.

After playing online games with his friends, Patrick went to his bedroom at 10:00 PM and paused before closing his door.

The thought of Emily sleeping in the next room made his cock start to harden.

His Mother said that women like to have sex while they are sleeping, and it seemed like Emily did this morning.

He took another one of his father’s viagra, silently walked down the hall and opened the spare bedroom door.

“Emily?” Patrick whispered.

“I’ll just give her a goodnight kiss,” Patrick told himself.

A few minutes later, he had pulled the blanket off Emily, had her pajama bottoms off, was between her legs, and was licking her pussy.

After her pussy was dripping wet, Patrick undressed and started to quietly and gently fuck his sleeping girlfriend.

It was 3:00 AM before Patrick’s balls were drained, and he was getting into his own bed to get some sleep.

Sunday: Blackmail Day 23

In the morning, Emily had told Beth that she was still “sore all over,” so Beth gave her another “ibuprofen,” but it was really one of her last few special ecstasy pills.

It had stopped raining, and they all went out for breakfast.

Unfortunately for Beth, both kids wanted to eat at the diner where Beth was forced to give Dean a blowjob and then was raped by two strangers in the men’s room.

Beth tried not to think of that day and focused on Patrick and Emily.

She still felt horrible about what she had put Emily through, but today Emily was chemically carefree, and Patrick never looked happier.

After breakfast, Beth dropped the two kids off at the movie theater and then went to a laser hair removal spa to have all her pubic hair permanently removed as Dean had ordered.

When she returned to pick them up, she was thrilled to see that Matt and another friend of Patrick’s were also with them.

Back at the house, Beth and Matt found themselves alone in the kitchen, where they were discussing ways to delete the videos from Dean and the others’ phones.

“Are they ever all here altogether?” Matt asked her.

“Yes,” Beth replied, hoping Matt wouldn’t ask for details about when that happened.

He didn’t.

“Can you get them drunk until they pass out? Whatever Patrick put into that punch put everyone to sleep pretty fast. We could use that, and then I could delete everything,” Matt suggested.

“I thought about that. They told me later that they used grain alcohol to get us drunk. Dean and Eddie might drink enough. Brody drinks but not that much,” Beth replied. “And if they all don’t get drunk fast enough and realize that something was going on. It might get violent. If Brody wasn’t drunk enough and warned them…. I don’t know. It’s risky, and we won’t get another shot if we fail. But...have you ever heard of roofies?” Beth asked him.

“I have! We had a class on drug prevention. That might work!” Matt said with encouragement.

“Except, where do we get some? You don’t happen to know any drug dealers, do you?” Beth asked him, not expecting Matt to say yes in a million years.

“Actually, I might. There’s a guy who provides a lot of guys on the sports teams with steroid supplements and other things. I don’t use anything, but I’ve heard this guy say that he can get us anything else we need. Some guys on my team buy weed off him. I’ll try to contact him and ask him,” Matt said. “We should give each other our numbers so I can text you about what’s going on.”.

“Damn-it, I don’t want you doing that, but I don’t have any other choice,” Beth growled. “If we can get enough, I’ll do what they did to me and put it in every bottle in the house. Hell, even the ice cubes.”

“I just texted a guy I know who gets supplements from him and asked him to give that guy my number. I’ll let you know. Beth, I’m going to need cash. No idea how much, but it might be a lot,” Matt said cautiously.

After exchanging numbers and looking around to ensure the others were still outside, Beth kissed Matt and said, “If I can end this, I’ll pay any amount.”

“Do you need any pictures moved today?” Matt asked her with a smile.

“Oh! I always need you to move my pictures, baby, but I’m sorry. Not today. We’ll never be alone long enough,” Beth said with obvious disappointment in her voice.

Matt laughed and said, “That’s ok. What’s up with Emily anyway? She’s been acting weird all day. Too happy and too silly. She’s usually pretty boring.”

There was a long pause as Beth wondered how much she should tell Matt about what went on this weekend.

When she realized that there was a good chance that Matt might actually see the videos that he would be deleting from the boys’ phones, she told Matt how the boys forced her to drug Emily so that they could have sex with her. And also how Beth had been giving her painkillers to help hide what they did to her.

“WHAT!” What the fuck. Those fuckers should be in jail. Yeah, let me get that stuff fast and end this. This is crazy!” he said.

“I hope so,” Beth said quietly as Patrick and the others came into the kitchen.

Sunday: Blackmail Day 23, Night

Later that night, after all of Patrick’s friends had left, Beth was in front of her laptop ordering more whorish looking outfits to entertain the boys.

They had ruined much of what she had already gotten, and she also didn’t want to make them mad by wearing the same things repeatedly.

Dean seemed to really enjoy it when she wore sparkly jewelry, so she bought several inexpensive rhinestone necklaces and collars.

One collar was wide and had the word “slut” written on it.

When Beth got a text at 9:00 PM, she got a familiar sick feeling in her stomach as she reached for her phone.

It was Dean telling her to text him when Patrick went to bed.

Dean didn’t usually ask her to get dressed up when he stayed the night, but since she hadn’t showered and looked very bad after this weekend, she went upstairs to get ready.

After showering and styling her hair, she got dressed in a navy blue baby doll nightie that clipped together at the front between her breasts.

It had a matching G-string, but Beth knew better than to wear it.

When Beth heard Patrick’s bedroom door close, she texted Dean, and 10 minutes later, he was outside her patio door.

Beth put on her bathrobe, which covered up her outfit, in case Patrick suddenly walked out of his room, and she let Dean in.

Then, following their routine, she went to Patrick’s bedroom and silently held the door closed as Dean walked into her bedroom.

Beth then locked her door and took off her robe.

“Ho-lee shit!” Dean said so loudly that Beth frantically shushed him.

Dean got naked and hopped into her bed.

He had Beth crawl over the bed and straddle his waist.

Beth’s teddy gave him full access to every part of her body, and his hands never stopped roaming over every inch of her while Beth rubbed her now absolutely bare and smooth pussy over his cock until they were both soaking wet.

After she raised his cock up and slid her pussy down over it, Dean told her to stop as he wanted just to enjoy the feeling of being inside her.

He quietly began asking her questions about Emily and what had happened after they left on Saturday morning.

After filling him in and telling him that she had given most of her ecstasy pills to Emily, he undid the clip between her breasts and both halves of the teddy fell away to reveal her massive breasts.

Dean started sucking on her tits and motioned with his hips that now was the time when fucking was to begin.

Like before, Dean was gentle with his lovemaking, and his goal was to give Beth as much pleasure as she was giving to him.

He woke her up twice during the night.

Once by licking her pussy to orgasm, and another by slowly fucking her and gently sucking on her nipples.

When Beth woke up the second time, Dean had gotten her so aroused that she was honestly urging him to fuck her before she was fully awake.

Monday: Blackmail Day 24, Morning

After Patrick left for school, Dean told her what the plan was for today.

Dean told her, “Since it’s the last official day of summer and it’s going to be very hot and humid, we’re going to have a relaxing day in the pool. And you’re going to be the hostess who takes care of all of our needs.”

At that, Beth had some anxiety.

Forced to have sex with the boys in the privacy of her own home was one thing.

It was already a miracle that none of her neighbors had said anything to her about the cars that were often in her driveway.

She planned to explain that away by saying they were friends of Patrick’s, but if that were true, why would they be here during school time?

But that was the best that she could come up with.

Her pool area was fairly well isolated and couldn’t be seen from the street, but if any passing neighbor heard noises and wanted to say hello….she shuddered to think what they might see.

When Dean handed her an ecstasy pill, she swallowed it without saying a word.

Like everything else this past month, she had no choice and swallowed anything she was given.

No choice at all.

Ross had told Dean that this batch of pills was a more potent mix than before, with some “other shit” to make it an awesome party drug, and Dean wanted to test it out on Beth first.

The other two arrived at 9:30.

Beth met them at the door, wearing just a blue bikini top and heels, as Dean had instructed.

She made them breakfast and endured countless squeezes and slaps through the whole process.

The three boys were fascinated with how smooth and shiny her pussy looked after having all of her pubic hair removed by the laser treatment.

The boys found it especially funny when hot bacon grease splattered on her almost naked body.

And due to the effects of the pill that she took, Beth thought it was funny too.

For the breakfast finale, Dean ordered Beth to sit in the middle of the kitchen table and fuck herself with a banana.

Eddie and Brody were oddly (for them) in hysterics while she did that, which made Dean ask them if they had taken any ecstasy pills, and they both gave him the thumbs-up sign.

“We agreed to see how it affected our Fuck-Toy first,” Dean cautioned them while shaking his head.

Then, at Dean’s direction, when they went out on the pool patio, the boys surrounded her and applied sunscreen to every part of her exposed body.

Like the time Beth took a shower with all three of them, she hated herself as she started to feel aroused as their oiled hands ran all over her smooth body.

And that drug-enhanced arousal only increased when their slippery fingers started to probe her pussy and ass.

She held onto Brody and Eddie’s shoulders as their fingers worked on her pussy, bringing her to a leg-shaking orgasm.

One area of her body that Dean had previously told the others not to apply sunscreen to was any skin under her bikini top.

Each boy then stripped and had Beth apply sunscreen to every inch of their bodies with special instructions to slather lotion all over their cocks, hairy balls, and assholes.

Eddie was about to push Beth down on the patio and fuck her after she stroked him too hard, but Dean told him not to until they let the sunscreen on her skin dry.

Frustrated but understanding, Eddie told her to get them all some beer.

When she got back, Brody was skinny dipping in the pool, and Eddie told her that he wanted to do something he saw in a porn movie once.

He had Beth take off her bikini top and heels and lie on her back on the diving board.

Eddie was going to try to fuck her on it.

No one, especially Beth, thought that would be possible.

The board was too narrow, they thought.

But Eddie wanted to try it.

Beth did as she was told and spread her legs as cautiously as possible while Eddie crawled towards her.

The board was bouncing slightly with his every movement, but he was able to position his body over hers and grip the board on either side under her raised arms.

Eddie slowly let himself down on Beth’s body, and his cock slid into her still-slick pussy with ease.

With slow, careful strokes that were unusual for Eddie, he fucked her on the diving board to the cheers of his two friends.

The board started lifting up and down, which caused Beth’s tits to smash into Eddie’s face and chest as he was fucking her.

Eventually, the sweat from their bodies in the hot sun and the board’s motion became too much, and the two of them began to slide off to the side, eventually falling into the water with a splash.

Brody couldn’t stop laughing, but Dean cautiously watched them both to make sure they weren’t so fucked up that they couldn’t swim to the sides of the pool.

When they both looked okay, Dean jumped into the water, took off his trunks, and tossed them on the patio.

Dean held Beth tight against him while he was constantly squeezing her tits and pressing his cock into the crack of her ass.

They had her swim over to each of them and had Beth suck their cocks underwater.

The boys had agreed earlier that no one was to cum in the pool at least until they were ready to go home so that they wouldn’t be swimming around in each other’s spunk.

They all fucked Beth somewhere in her backyard.

Dean fucked her for a long time on a couch under the shade of the pergola.

Eddie and Brody fucked her as she was lying on her back on the portable bar.

One would fuck Beth’s mouth as her head hung over the edge while the other fucked her pussy.

They would then each pull out and spin the bar around every few minutes to change holes.

Once the boys were all fucked out, they half-carried Beth into her kitchen and told her to make them sandwiches.

This was when Dean got a good look at how the new pills affected someone.

Eddie was a mess who thought everything was funny. When he wasn’t fucking Beth, he'd walk around the house, looking at things like he was on a tour in a museum.

Brody spent a lot of time sitting with his arms around his legs, his knees up against his chest, and giggling.

Dean found Brody to be scary in that way.

Beth was barely able to stand and kept slurring her words, as if she were drunk, but she also had moments of spastic activity that allowed her to complete whatever she was doing quickly.

This made for some interesting and enthusiastic sex, which was the whole point of the drug, so Dean called it a success.

The boys watched the naked Beth make their sandwiches in the kitchen with glee in their eyes.

The glee wasn’t for the food or that she was naked.

It was from the anticipation of the stark white skin on her massive breasts turning bright red from a sunburn.

Beth had been naked in the blazing hot sun for several hours, while the skin on her stark white breasts lacked any sunscreen protection.

Now, both her round globes were already a bright shade of pink, which would only get darker and more painful as the day wore on.

By the time they had finished lunch and taken Beth up to her bedroom, her breasts were a shade of red that they all knew should be painful, but she wasn’t complaining.

Beth did think that her breasts felt tight, like they were swollen, but she was still too drugged up to fully comprehend what had happened to them.

Eddie and Brody, one after the other, both fucked Beth in the ass and laughed the entire time.

Especially when they squeezed or slapped Beth’s tits to get a scream out of her.

She was barely conscious near the end, but neither boy even noticed.

When they were both done, Dean told them to wait for him downstairs while he fucked Beth one last time for the day.

While doing so, he put his cheek against one of her breasts and could feel the heat that radiated off it.

The tiniest lick or suck caused her to cry out in pain.

The thought of her trying not to scream out and wake Patrick as he tit-fucked her later tonight was all he would be thinking of today.

Beth became more aware of her surroundings and asked when Patrick was getting home, so Dean judged that the drugs would soon be out of her system.

He took a picture of her spread out on her bed.

Her breasts were getting redder by the minute.

Dean smiled and wished that he could be here when the drugs wore off, and see her face and hear her voice when she could fully feel the pain from the sunburn.

By the time Patrick got home from school, Beth was sitting on her bed in tears and delicately covering both her breasts with aloe.

She could barely remember anything that had gone on this afternoon.

Just fragments of memory.

And she had no idea why her breasts were so sunburned!

Monday: Blackmail Day 24, Evening

Beth was mortified.

Her breasts were so sunburned that anything she wore caused too much pain.

And she kept them covered in aloe so every article of clothing would stick and cause her more pain with every movement.

She knew that she needed to be topless, but couldn’t because Patrick would be home soon.

Beth found an oversized, soft, white button-up shirt that she could wear without too much pain, and she wore it around the house.

What she didn’t notice, but Patrick did, was that as the night progressed, the aloe made the shirt stick to and wrap around each of her large breasts.

And what made it so soft on her skin also made the fabric thin and look translucent, so her nipples looked like they were going to poke right through.

Even though Beth had a body that most men would die for, Patrick had never thought about his mother in any kind of sexual way before.

And before last weekend with Emily, he probably wouldn’t have paid any attention to how she looked now.

But his experience with Emily had activated the horny part of his young mind, and how his mother looked tonight was giving him a major hard-on.

Not wanting to embarrass either of them, Patrick stayed away from his Mom for most of the night and asked if he could eat dinner in the TV room.

Beth was relieved that Patrick wasn’t around to see her wince in pain as she moved around the kitchen.

Patrick went to bed early, and Beth did too.

She was embarrassed when she finally saw how slutty her shirt looked in the bedroom mirror and hoped Patrick didn’t notice.

Patrick, meanwhile, was in his bedroom, jerking off.

He was looking at some pictures that he took of Emily when she was naked, but was also thinking about how hot his Mom’s breasts looked.

They were so large!

Patrick then started surfing porn for women with large breasts, and it became his new obsession.

While she was covering her sore breasts with fresh aloe, Beth got a text.

“NO!!! Please. Leave me alone!” she yelled in her mind.

It was Dean.

She gently held the aloe-soaked T-shirt she had been wearing against her breasts to cover them and went downstairs.

Beth followed the routine she had by holding Patrick’s bedroom door closed, and Dean was naked and in her bedroom in no time.

Dean couldn’t stop smiling at the results of his twisted idea as he looked at the color of her breasts compared to the rest of her body.

Her swollen tits were like two bright red balloons.

Dean slowly walked around her, letting his fingers trail all over her body like he did when they were first alone together.

He could still feel the heat radiating off her breasts on his fingers.

When he was behind her, he reached around and cupped both her breasts in his hands.

They were slick with aloe, and it was hard to give them a good squeeze, but he sank his fingers into her tit flesh and twisted them both while making sure each of his middle fingers pressed her nipples down deep.

Trying to keep silent while also wanting to scream at the top of her lungs made tears stream from her eyes as Beth’s arms shook in the air.

She knew that even trying to pull his hands away would cause her more pain.

Dean wiped his hands clean on her back and reached into his back pocket.

Beth’s eyes went wide when she heard a clicking sound as he attached handcuffs to both wrists behind her back.

She was weeping in fear and quietly begging Dean not to hurt her as he moved around and stood in front of her.

He only kissed her mouth and playfully bit and sucked on her lips.

“You know, Eddie would be using these as punching bags right about now,” Dean said.

“Please, no. Please….” Beth begged him quietly.

Instead of punching her, Dean grabbed the chair by her makeup table and sat on it right in front of her.

“No. I think I want to tit-fuck those babies. Get to it, Fuck-Toy. On your knees,” Dean ordered her.

While relieved that she avoided her sunburned breasts from getting a beating, Beth didn’t think that a tit-fuck was going to be too much better as she awkwardly dropped to her knees with her hands still cuffed behind her back.

Dean pushed her blonde hair away from her face and started kissing her while she scooted herself between his legs and pressed her breasts into his groin.

“Oh, fuck!” Dean laughed out loud, barely remembering to keep his voice low. “Your tits are so fucking hot. Literally!”

He pushed her boobs together around his cock and started moving her breasts up and down.

They were already covered in aloe, and the whole thing felt incredibly good to him.

Beth, meanwhile, was in constant tears while trying to remain silent despite the unbearable pain she was experiencing.

Dean kept her on her knees and tit-fucked her for 20 minutes.

Each time he felt like he was going to cum, he stopped and started kissing Beth.

Kissing her while sucking on her tongue and lips was his newest thrill.

He loved it.

He stood her up, uncuffed her and told her to lie down in bed on her back.

Taking the aloe bottle, he poured some out on her breasts and watched her gently move it over her skin.

Dean poured out more on her stomach and between her legs and used his hands to rub it in slowly.

Soon, he covered her whole body with it.

Beth was shiny from her toes to the top of her neck.

Dean then took the time to press and slide his cock against every part of her body.

After rolling her over on her side, he rubbed aloe all over her back and ass.

He finished by rubbing his cock in the crack of her ass, and then, without any warning, he quickly pressed it balls deep into her asshole.

Despite his dick being covered in aloe, it still hurt Beth when he fucked her ass, but the pain didn’t compare to how badly her breasts ached.

Dean fucked her slowly, and when he finally orgasmed inside her, he didn’t take his cock out but just shut his eyes and fell asleep with it inside of her.

Beth didn’t sleep, though.

Not for a while.

Not until after she felt his half-hard cock slide out of her ass and her asshole made an embarrassing farting sound.

She was awakened a few hours later with a pleasant cool feeling as Dean applied more aloe on her breasts and all over her body again, but then he rolled her over on her stomach and again fucked her ass, but brutally this time.

He would stop fucking her and use the slick aloe on her legs, ass and legs to slide his whole body around on top of her back and shoulders and then down her thighs and even her feet before ramming his stiff cock into her asshole again.

As before, when he finally came, he just lay on top of her and fell asleep.

Beth was eventually able to slide him off her, lie on her back and sleep until morning.

Tuesday: Blackmail Day 25

Patrick had a half-day at school today, so Dean couldn’t stay at her house as long as he usually did.

As always, whenever Dean was at Beth’s house, he checked her birth control pack in the bathroom and removed that day’s pill as well as any other previous day that she might have missed.

After that, he and Beth had a long, hot shower together.

The falling drops of water felt like bullets against her sunburned breasts, but Beth was able to keep her back to the water for the most part, and the soapy water also brought her some relief.

Dean had so fallen in love with her luscious body by this point that he couldn’t stop running his soapy hands all over her.

Feeling the soft curves of Beth’s massive tits, round ass, and even hips and thighs was like magic to him.

By the time the shower ended, they were all wrinkly, and the air in the room was thick with steam.

“Ok, Fuck-Toy, get dressed in one of those sundresses you like to wear, but only the sundress. No bra or underwear. We’re going for a ride. Time to fully break in my new car!” Dean said with a laugh.

“Break in?” Beth asked in fear.

“You’ll see,” he replied.



A little while later, Beth and Dean were walking to his car.

It was brand new, black and sporty, with a powerful engine.

After a quick look around to make sure that she didn’t see any neighbors, Beth got in.

Being away from her house with any of the boys filled her with anxiety.

At least, in her home, she imagined that she had some kind of secrecy over what was happening to her.

Now she was driving away to god-knows-where.

Dean kept looking over at Beth as he was driving.

She was wearing a lightweight floral sundress that barely covered her knees and did nothing to hide how her braless breasts were bouncing around on every bump and every curve.

The dress material still hurt as it rubbed against her sunburned skin, but it wasn’t as painful as the previous day.

Beth wasn’t wearing underwear either, and Dean told her to spread her legs and finger herself until she came.

Reluctantly and in constant fear that someone might see and recognize her, Beth pulled the bottom of her dress up and started rubbing her pussy so Dean could see.

Beth hated herself for how quickly wet she got and felt genuine pleasure at what she was being forced to do.

“Am I secretly an exhibitionist?” she wondered about herself as she felt her orgasm building.

And then, as they were driving down Main Street, Beth started moaning out loud and grinding in the seat as she made herself cum.

“Good job, Fuck-Toy,” Dean said. “Now I need some gas.”

Dean drove to an isolated gas station in a remote part of town and told Beth to put on her sunglasses and go ask the guy behind the counter if she could pay for a tank of gas with a hand job.

Knowing that even begging Dean not to make her do that would be pointless, she put her sunglasses on and did as he had asked while Dean got out and put the nozzle into the gas tank.

Dean could see the guy behind the counter looking around like he was being pranked, but then Beth walked up next to him.

Dean couldn’t see them below the waist, but he saw Beth’s arm start to move back and forth over the guy’s groin.

He also saw the guy reach into her dress and rub his hands all over her breasts.

A few minutes later, she walked out, and the guy gave Dean the thumbs-up sign.

After Dean filled his tank, they drove away.

Beth looked mad but wasn’t talking as she tried to wipe her hands clean with a napkin.

“Ride’s almost done, Fuck-Toy. Time for you to give me a blowjob while I’m driving,” he told her.

With a sigh, Beth started to lean over.

Many years ago, she had done this for Chris a few times.

But there was plenty of room then.

This car was an automatic, but the shifter was sticking up from the center console.

Beth could do what Dean wanted, but that shifter was going to be pressing into her breasts somewhat, and she knew it was going to bother her sunburn.

Just before Beth started to move towards him, Dean told her, “Hold on,” and eased her mind considerably by raising all the windows up all the way.

They were all tinted, and Beth was finally hidden from the outside world.

“Now, take off your dress,” he demanded.

After lifting it over her head, the now naked Beth unbuckled Dean’s pants and freed his hard dick.

Once she positioned herself so his cock was in her mouth, Dean turned the music on his car stereo up loud and purposely drove over the rockiest and bumpiest road he could find.

Beth had difficulty keeping Dean’s cock from suddenly ramming into her throat as they drove over bumps and potholes, but she knew that was what he wanted.

It made it difficult to get into a rhythm with her mouth, which she needed to get him off quickly.

And the gear shifter was pressed painfully against her right sunburned breast despite Dean sliding his seat all the way back.

Beth was thankful that the tinted windows hid how her naked ass was up in the air as her knees were on the passenger seat while they passed what she assumed were people and cars driving past.

With her head face down in his lap, she had no idea that Dean had driven to her son’s High School.

Dean graduated from this school last year, so he knew exactly where to follow through with the perverted idea he had.

As the kids exited the building, most walked a short distance down a short stretch of road to their buses, and Dean hoped he’d see Patrick walking by.

It took a few minutes, but eventually, Dean saw him approaching the car.

Dean put his hand on top of Beth’s blonde-haired head and told her not to speak or to look up.

Beth wondered what Dean was up to when she heard the passenger side window go down and felt a cool breeze on her ass.

“Hey, Patrick! What’s up, my friend?” Beth heard Dean say as her whole body froze in an absolute panic.

Then she heard her son say, “Hey, Dean. What’s going on? What the fuck! Dude! That’s awesome! Who is that?”

“Just some whore I know who likes to suck me off while I drive around looking for people I know.

“Where’s Matt?” Beth heard Dean ask.

“He’s probably already on the bus. Damn, he’d love to see this,” Patrick said.

Beth felt relieved when she heard that Matt wasn’t there to witness her humiliation. She had no doubt that Matt would instantly know what was going on.

But that relief was short-lived when she heard Dean say, “You want to feel her ass or something? Be quick. I gotta get going.”

At the same time, Beth heard Patrick say, “Sure,” she felt her son’s hands start to rub and squeeze her ass.

Beth moaned loudly around the cock in her mouth at the utter mortification at her predicament, but she didn’t dare raise her head to protest.

“Hear that? She likes your hands on her ass!” Dean said to encourage him.

Having no idea that it was his mother’s ass he was squeezing, he moved one of his hands down and started to finger her pussy as well.

With a quick glance and a smile towards Dean, Patrick moved his other hand off her soft ass-cheeks and shoved his middle finger all the way up his Mother’s asshole.

Which made Beth’s body jerk in pain and let out a loud, muffled scream.

“Yeah! Ha! Ha! Give it to her, good!” he said, encouraging Patrick to fuck his mother’s ass with as many fingers as he could get up there.

Patrick was laughing as he got two fingers and then tried pushing the tip of his thumb into his mother’s ass.

Beth cried out as each finger stretched out her asshole.

“Don’t forget her pussy, my friend,” Dean reminded Patrick.

“Fuck yeah!” Patrick shouted as he tried shoving more fingers of his other hand up her pussy at the same time.

“Arrrghhhh!” Beth screamed around Dean’s cock in her mouth.

Patrick looked concerned that he had done too much, but Dean just waved his hand and said, “Don’t worry, she loves the rough stuff. If she didn’t, she would have stopped sucking my dick, right?”

“Yeah, amazing. Can I squeeze her tits too? I’m starting to really love big fat tits like this,” Patrick asked hopefully.

“Oh, really? Sorry, not this time. I gotta go. Take it easy!” Dean said as he saw some other kids coming close, who were wondering what was going on.

Dean started to raise the car window.

He didn’t want any of the other kids to see what was going on and alert the school.

“You too! You’re awesome. Thanks!” was the last thing Beth heard her son say as Patrick’s fingers slid out of both her pussy and asshole.

Hearing that her son thought that his mother’s blackmailer and rapist was “awesome.” filled her with absolute rage towards Dean.



Patrick walked happily onto his bus and sat down next to Matt, who was texting on his phone.

“Smell my fingers,” he said to Matt as he placed his previously pussy covered fingers under his nose.

“Dude, what the fuck,” Matt said as he backed his head away.

“Just saw that guy Dean. He was getting a blowjob from a girl in his car, and he let me squeeze her ass and stick my fingers in her. This hand went in her ass, too. Three fingers. She did not fucking like that. It was hysterical. Guy is fucking crazy,” Patrick said, laughing.

“Wait. Dean? What did the girl look like?” Matt asked, suspecting that he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“I don’t know. Blonde naked whore. Didn’t see her face. It was in his lap. She had a nice round ass and a thin waist. Her ass looked fucking hot as hell.” Patrick replied.

“Round or pear-shaped?” Matt asked.

“It was 3-of-my-fingers-in-her-ass shaped! Dude, I don’t know. It was awesome, though!” Patrick said, laughing at how specific his friend was about the girl’s ass.

“Yeah, I bet it was,” Matt said sadly.

Matt saw his friend start to move his fingers that were in Beth’s pussy to his mouth and said, “I don’t think you want to do...ok, never mind,” as Patrick put his fingers in his mouth and unknowingly reveled in the taste of his mother’s pussy.

Trying to change the subject, Matt asked him, “Speaking of you tasting pussy, how is Emily doing? I haven’t seen her this week.”

“Me neither. She stayed home sick on Monday, and I guess she stayed home sick today. She hasn’t returned my texts. We are supposed to get together tomorrow. I hope so. Seeing that girl just now has made me horny as hell. Speaking of speaking of, what’s with Jenna Sutton? She seems to be all over you lately. She’s fucking hot and a senior too! She shouldn’t even know you exist,” said Patrick with a laugh.

“I don’t know. We just started talking during practice. And she approached me by the way,” Matt replied with a smile.

It was true.

Matt was much more sexually confident about himself after being with Beth, and women found that very attractive.

Meanwhile, back at Dean’s car, Dean held Beth’s head down on his cock until they were back at her house and then came in her mouth after he put the car in park, while making sure to slam the shifter into Beth’s breasts.

He made her swallow every drop before letting her up.

“You fucking bastard!” Beth yelled at him as she was wiping her mouth, referring to what he did to her with Patrick and not the blowjob.

Dean just laughed as they sat in her driveway.

“Whatever. One last thing. I want to see you fuck this gear shifter!” Dean demanded as he pulled up his pants and shifted in his seat out of her way as best he could.

Beth just looked at him and didn’t move.

“You have about what? 15 minutes before Patrick gets home. Do you want him to see me sitting here or even driving away?” Dean asked, knowing her answer.

Not saying a word, the still naked Beth grabbed the top of both front seats, and while facing the back of the car, she straddled the gear shifter.

She was glad that the knob was round at the top and not too large.

In her car, the knob was oblong and getting it inside her would have been impossible.

“I just have to do this,” she thought, wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible.

“Your pussy is already wet. Is that from Patrick fingering you? Did you get off on that?” Dean mocked her as he was squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.

“Your sunburned tits don’t even hurt you anymore. How disappointing,” Dean said while twisting them hard and seeing no signs on her face that she was in pain.

“Oh, they hurt….” Beth said as the knob slid into her pussy, “I just want this to end…. before he sees us.”

Dean grabbed her by her shoulders and shoved her down until the entire rigid stick was in her pussy.

“Arrghhh! That hurts!!” Beth screamed.

“Don’t fucking care, slut. Now fuck yourself with it. Up and down! Rub your clit, too and don’t stop until you make yourself cum. If you fucking fake it, we go for another ride. See if we can’t find Patrick as he gets off his bus,” Dean threatened.

At that, Beth had no other thought other than making herself cum as fast as she could.

Despite the pain of the massive and unyielding knob moving inside her, she imagined that she was riding Matt’s cock.

And while Beth was rubbing her clit she imagined that her finger was Matt’s tongue.

Soon, she started legitimately moaning and rocking her hips on the shifter so much that the car was slightly shaking.

With a loud and satisfied sounding “FUCK!”, Beth orgasmed while fucking Dean’s car just like he had planned.

Ha ha!” Dean said with joy, “Now get the fuck out. I have work to do.”

Beth hastily put her dress on in the car as best she could and prayed that no one saw her as she ran from the car into her garage.

As Dean drove away, Beth ran up to her bedroom and got dressed in the most conservative and modest outfit she had ever put together.

A few minutes later, when Patrick got home, Beth had already made a mess in the kitchen and was putting things in the oven, trying to give Patrick the illusion that she had been home cooking all day.

Luckily, it worked, and he never associated his mother with the “whore” Dean had in his car.

“Hi, honey. Your father will be home in a few hours. Why don’t you make sure that your homework is done so we can all spend some time together after dinner?” Beth asked him.

“Ok, Mom. Will do,” Patrick replied.

Hating both herself and her life, Beth also told him, “Make sure you wash your hands, too.”.

Chris’s shuttle got him home around 6:00 PM.

After dinner, a recap of everyone’s lives over the past week and the giving of gifts that Chris had for them, they all went to bed.

Happily, for Beth, Chris didn’t want to have sex and fell asleep as soon as his head touched his pillow.

She texted Dean and the others that Chris was taking the week off.

The only response was “Ok”.

Wednesday: Blackmail Day 26



Beth suggested to Chris that he spend some time with Patrick by taking him to his grandparents' cabin in the mountains this weekend to fish.

It was the beginning of her plan to get the boys to stay overnight with her.

On her terms.

Beth knew beyond all doubt that if she told Dean that Chris and Patrick were away all weekend, he’d have them all spend both nights raping her.

And then, somehow, she would roofie them all and have Matt delete everything off their phones.

That was the outline of her plan anyway.

Chris agreed that that was a great idea, and they would go but not this weekend.

He promised that it would definitely be next weekend, though.

When Chris first agreed, Beth felt a sense of joy, thinking that the blackmail would soon be over.

But then the crushing realization that she would have to endure their continuous rape and abuse for another two weeks came crashing down and nearly broke her.

She had to go into the bathroom to keep Chris from seeing her weeping in despair.

But it was also the first ray of hope that she’d had in a month, so she clung to it.

Chris was jet-lagged and stayed home all day to rest and recover while Beth tried to return to her comfortable housewife routine of cooking and cleaning.

But that was not to be.

At noon, Beth got two texts from Dean.

The first was an address.

The second was, “Come to my house, dress only in high heels. Come in the side door off the driveway.”

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Beth kept saying to herself over and over.

She saw that Chris had fallen asleep while watching TV and thought that she might be able to do this.

After getting dressed (or undressed) like she was told, she put on a long black raincoat that covered her from neck to ankles.

She put on sneakers, tossed her high heels and a change of clothes in a shopping bag, and left Chris a note on the kitchen table before quietly leaving the house without waking him.

When she got to Dean’s house, she saw that if she parked all the way into the driveway next to Dean’s car, her car would be hard to see from the street.

Once she swapped sneakers for heels, she ran to the side of the house and opened the door.

Beth was surprised that the house was so lovely inside and out.

She had just supposed that the boys all lived in horrible living conditions where it was acceptable to blackmail, torture and rape women.

But at first glance, Dean’s house was of equal status to her own.

The kitchen she was standing in was well-lit and beautiful.

But that was all the time she had to look around.

Dean was waiting for her as she walked in.

He started pulling her raincoat off her and was sucking on her tits before her coat hit the floor.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Fuck-Toy. We don’t have a lot of time,” Dean told her as he ushered her through the kitchen, then through a large entertainment room and then into a spare bedroom on the 1st floor.

“Did he say, comfortable?” Beth thought with a groan.

She did want to get a better look at Dean’s house to see if there was anything she could use against him, but she never got the chance.

And Eddie was naked in the bedroom and waiting for her.

Eddie shoved her onto her back on the bed, spread her legs and started fucking her like the worthless whore he thought she was.

Her breasts were still sunburned enough that she felt pain every time Eddie squeezed or chewed on her tits, which he constantly did.

He tagged out when he was done, and Dean took his place.

After Dean came in her ass, Eddie came back in, and they tied her arms tight to the bed and fucked her body in multiple ways for a good 30 minutes.

Both Dean and Eddie made sure to shoot their second load of cum on her face.

This surprised Beth because they have always preferred to cum inside her.

But she soon learned that, like everything else, it was only done to degrade her.

Dean forced the hole at the tip of his cock into her nose as he started cumming, and then moved down and stuck it into her ear.

Eddie continued to fuck her pussy for a few minutes, pulled out, and then used one hand to keep her eye open so he could cum directly on her eyeball.

They both thought it was hysterical.

Then they left her tied up and took pictures while laughing as they watched her desperately try and fail to get the cum out of her eye and nose.

Beth was too preoccupied with that to notice Dean taking this time to move two lamps around in the room and make note of how the light was cast on the bed.

When there was only one lamp on while it was on the floor, he looked at Eddie and said, “Perfect.”

After looking at a clock on the wall, Dean untied her.

As Beth was wiping the cum from her eye, he told her that it was time for her to leave and gave her a bag full of clothes that he had purchased for her.

“You’re coming back here, Saturday night at 7:00 PM until midnight. I’m throwing a party, and you’re the entertainment. This is what I want you to wear,” Dean instructed.

Beth walked out to the kitchen without looking in the bag and bent down to pick up her jacket.

That was when Eddie slapped her ass so hard that she only stopped herself from falling forward on her face by grabbing hold of the refrigerator by the door.

“Get the fuck out of here, you piece of shit!” Eddie yelled at her and shoved her out the door.

Beth found herself outside in Dean’s driveway, naked except for high-heels and in full view of any car or person passing by.

Not bothering to waste time by straightening out and then putting on her jacket, Beth just ran to her car as fast as she could with her enormous tits bouncing up and down and hitting her in the face.

Unfortunately, her car was locked, and the keys were in the pocket of her rolled-up jacket.

As she frantically looked for them, she heard a catcall from a man walking on the sidewalk.

As she unlocked the door, she heard a car horn blaring and a wolf whistle.

As she tried to put the key into the ignition with her hands shaking wildly, the man who catcalled was tapping on her window, asking Beth how much for a blowjob.

Beth covered her nudity with her jacket, quickly backed out of the driveway and prayed that she wasn’t pulled over before she got home.

Luckily, she made it home without incident and quickly got changed in her car.

Chris was still asleep, and Patrick was playing games on his computer in the TV room.

Beth stood in her living room and began to cry.

The fact that she had just been verbally abused, raped and humiliated for the past few hours, and no one in her family had any idea or even knew that she was gone, was too much for her to bear.

It was all too much.

It had to end.

But not today.

So Beth dried her eyes and finished preparing the dinner that she had started before getting Dean’s summoning text.

While Beth was at Dean’s house and sucking on Eddie’s cock, Patrick was at Emily’s house, unsuccessfully trying to get her to do the same to his.

“What’s the matter? You’ve done it before. It’s great,” Patrick said as he was sitting on the couch.

“I barely remember doing it with you, and I don’t want to do it now,” Emily said while she was standing before him, starting to get angry.

“With me? Have you given blowjobs to other boys? Who?” Patrick asked as he started to get angry, too.

“No one. That’s not what I meant!” Emily replied, trying to keep her sexual experiences with Mr. Adams a secret. And it’s true, she thought, Mr. Adams wasn’t a boy. He was better. He was a man.

Patrick reached out and cupped her ass over her thin cotton shorts with his hands and drew her closer to him as he said, “Come on. I’ll do you if you do me.”

“No!” she said stubbornly.

“Well, maybe I need to find a girl who wants to,” Patrick threatened.

“What?” Emily said, suddenly concerned.

“You heard me. Give me a blowjob, or we’re done,” Patrick said as he rolled the dice on what her answer would be.

“I don’t...wait….ok,” Emily said sadly.

His threat triggered the anxiety Emily had about being abandoned and rejected.

She got on her knees between his legs as Patrick slid his pants down to his ankles.

Emily’s face was only inches from Patrick’s hard cock.

She had held it a few times the day after they had sex, and she remembered giving him a blowjob on the couch the next day while they watched TV, but it was all hazy memories.

Now she took his hard cock in her hands and stroked it.

Emily had a brief hope that maybe she could make him cum by only doing that, but then Patrick grabbed the back of her head and guided her mouth over his dick.

Within seconds, her mouth was full of his cock as Patrick forced her head down while he lifted his hips up.

Soon, his dick was hitting the back of her throat and making her gag.

The petite blonde could only pound her fists against his thighs as a signal for him to go slow.

But this was how Patrick thought all blowjobs went.

He thought that the last blowjob Emily gave him was horrible because she pulled her head away at the last minute before he came.

That wasn’t going to happen again.

The rough thrusting and the sound of a woman gagging seemed normal to him.

That was the sound the woman made that was blowing Dean in his car, too.

He could fondly remember that happening multiple times with Emily on that fantastic night last weekend.

Unknown to Patrick, that was really his mother’s mouth that he had enjoyed roughly fucking multiple times.

But even the next night, he fucked Emily’s mouth hard like that until she was gagging while she slept.

Suddenly Patrick held her head tight and kept her in a kneeling position while he stood up.

He wanted to do it as he remembered from last weekend when “Emily” was sitting in a chair, and he was standing up and fucking her mouth.

“Shit! Did I slap her face, too, that night? I did,” Patrick said to himself as he remembered slapping her hard multiple times and seeing her blonde hair fly around her face after each hit.

He wasn’t going to slap her tonight, but the idea of doing it made his cock get even harder.

In this position, he could fuck her harder and go even deeper.

Soon, he started lunging forward, trying to bury his cock in her throat as he spurted his cum directly into her stomach.

He sat back down on the couch, leaving Emily coughing on the floor with tears in her eyes.

“See, that was good. Want me to do you now?” Patrick asked her.

“No. I think my mother is going to be home soon,” Emily lied, trying to get him to leave politely.

“Ok. I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” Patrick said as he kissed the top of her head and left.

Later that night, after locking herself in her bathroom, Beth looked at what was in the bag Dean had given her.

As she expected, it was an outlandish and whorish outfit.

Thigh-high stiletto-heeled boots?

Which were, incredibly, her size.

“Dean knows my shoe size? He says that he knows everything about me. It’s fucking scary,” Beth thought.

The boots were purple with black seams, featuring sparkling sequins over a stretchy fabric.

She tried one on, and as she pulled up the zipper up the back, it wrapped perfectly around the curves of her calf and halfway up her thigh.

There was also a string bikini, which was the same color as the boots and covered in the same sparkling sequins.

The bikini was even sluttier than her black one from the party.

The top had the same string ties, but the triangles covering her breasts were smaller in size.

Just barely enough to cover her nipples.

The front of the bikini bottom went so low that the top inch of her pussy slit was exposed, and the g-string on the back was so thin that it disappeared between her ass-cheeks.

There were also ridiculously tacky and cheap-looking rhinestone necklaces, earrings, bracelets and a tiara.

And most curiously, a masquerade eye mask that matched the colors of the boots.

The mask had a thick black elastic band to wrap it tightly around her head.

Was Dean having a masquerade party?

Beth put on the mask and was surprised at how comfortable the soft fabric felt wrapped around her face and how well it concealed her identity.

Her blonde hair would cover the elastic band behind her head.

It would have been an ideal mask for any respectable masquerade ball as well.

There were also more than a dozen 22-inch” blonde hair extensions that matched her hair color pretty well.

“Oh my fucking god,” Beth whispered when she saw what was left in the bag.

At the bottom of the bag were some temporary tattoos that said: “Fuck Me”, “Bite Them”, “Rape Me”, “Break My Ass”, “Slut”, and “Whore” in a fancy font.

While trying not to cry a second time today, Beth put everything back and then hid the bag in her closet with all the other horrible things she owned because of the boys.

Then, after having some quick and emotionless sex with Chris, Beth curled up in bed and silently cried herself to sleep.

Thursday: Blackmail Day 27

Beth had an uneventful morning, but then got her usual sickening feeling in her stomach when she heard her phone ding, indicating an incoming text.

But when she picked up her phone, she literally let out a sigh of relief.

It was Matt!

“Good news. Arranged a meeting for tomorrow. Will keep you posted.”

“Ok,” Beth thought, “This is good news. Finally, some hope.”

Dean was loading a grill that he borrowed into the back of a pickup truck at his friend Hank’s house.

“You’re really going all out for this promotion party, aren’t you?” Hank asked him.

“Why not? My parents even gave me the ok for it while they are away. They’re happy about my promotion, too. Just so long as the house doesn’t get destroyed and it’s clean when they get back, it’s all good,” Dean answered happily.

“My little brother’s been bugging me to come ever since he heard me say that you hired a stripper,” Hank said.

“Fuck that. Tommy will be the one puking in my house before she even gets there,” Dean said, laughing.

Just then, Tommy and Patrick rolled into the driveway on their bikes.

“Hey, Dean,” Patrick called out.

“Patrick?” Dean asked, surprised.

Dean then learned that Patrick and Tommy were good friends.

Tommy started to bug his brother again about asking Dean if he could come to the party.

Hank was about to tell him to fuck off when Dean stopped him.

“Hey, I owe Patrick a favor. If he wants to come to my party, then you're welcome to come too. Can you give them a ride, Hank?” Dean said, barely keeping the sound of absolute joy about what he was planning out of his voice.

Dean wanted Beth to wear a mask to make sure no one recognized her and ruin the blackmail thing they had going, but to also get Patrick there to have sex with his mom again was just too funny.

“Sure, no problem. Thanks. Maybe he’ll shut up about it now,” Hank said.

“What party?” Patrick asked.

“A party with a stripper!” Tommy responded enthusiastically.

“Yeah, Patrick, it’s the same whore you saw in my car the other day. Listen, both of you! You can come, but don’t tell your friend, Matt. I work with him, and this is a no one from work kind of party. If you do, I’ll have Eddie beat the fucking shit out of both of you.” Dean warned.

Tommy looked scared at that, but Patrick gave Dean the thumbs-up sign that he understood.

Dinner was done, and it was just getting dark outside when Beth heard her phone ding from a text.

It was Dean.

The text read, “Come to my work at 9:45 PM. Out back at the loading dock. Dress like a hooker. Stop first and get two bottles of vodka, two bottles of whiskey and two bottles of tequila. LARGE bottles. Good stuff! And 3 cases of beer”

“What the fuck?” Beth thought. “Fuck!”

She’d have to leave now to make it to the liquor store before it closed.

And dress like a “hooker”?

What does that even mean?

Thinking of an excuse to give Chris for leaving and being out late, she told him that some clothes were on sale she wanted to buy, and the store closed at 10:00 PM.

Chris told her to have fun and went to check his work email in the TV room.

Beth quickly dressed in the same white stretchy tube dress that she had worn once already for Dean.

She also wore high heels, large hoop earrings and other gaudy jewelry, as well as a little sparkly purse like the ones she had seen hookers in movies carry over their shoulders.

Planning on doing her makeup and hair in the car, she covered herself up in her rain jacket again and was able to leave without either Patrick or Chris seeing her go.

She arrived at the liquor store just before it closed.

Even though she was covered up, Beth felt that the three male employees could see how she was dressed like a hooker under her jacket.

Once she got the alcohol, she made her way to the Supermarket where Dean worked.

The supermarket had already closed, and the employees who were scheduled to stay late to clean had finished and left as well.

She stopped in the front parking lot and applied her makeup.

She wore bright red lipstick, fake eyelashes, and plenty of mascara, and then she tried her best to puff out her hair and make it look big and ridiculous.

The loading dock was in the back.

It was large enough for two 18-wheeler trucks to unload simultaneously.

On either side were trash compactors and a generator.

It was dark.

After all his employees had left, Dean had turned off the back parking lot lights.

The only light was from one small bulb over the receiving door.

Beth could see some figures sitting on the dock that she assumed were Dean, Eddie and Brody.

It was.

Beth parked her car next to Dean’s and popped her trunk.

Eddie and Dean took the alcohol out of it and put it in Eddie’s car.

Walking in extremely high-heeled shoes was difficult enough without worrying about tripping, so Dean held Beth’s hand and escorted her past trash and rotting vegetables to the dock.

Not wasting any time even talking to her, Dean started French kissing her and feeling her tits through her dress while pressing her ass hard against the raised concrete platform.

Dean licked her neck and breathed in her perfume to temporarily relieve himself from the rancid smell of the nearby overflowing dumpsters.

“When I learned that trash pickup had been delayed until tomorrow, I knew I wanted to fuck you out here. Seems fitting to fuck a piece of trash while surrounded by trash,” Dean said, smiling.

He reached down between her legs and hooked his middle finger into her pussy.

Keeping it there, he used his hand to walk her like a dog on a pussy leash between the two dumpsters.

With only that small bulb light and ½ a full Moon to illuminate the area, Beth saw a filthy, torn mattress on the pavement.

Eddie cuffed both her hands behind her back.

“Get on your knees Fuck-Toy. Time to go to work,” Dean said in a vicious tone.

Soon, Beth was on her knees and bent over while Dean was fucking her pussy, and Eddie was holding her head and fucking her mouth.

Brody was the lookout in case any cars were coming, and also for one other special guest.

Both boys fucked her brutally as they timed their forward thrusts together.

Eddie would often pull his cock out of her mouth just to lift her head up by her hair and slap Beth hard in the face.

Dean, meanwhile, had both his thumbs in her ass and spread it out each time he rammed into her pussy from behind.

When Dean shot his cum into her pussy, he was immediately replaced by Brody, who fucked her just as hard as Dean.

Beth’s mind was in a whirl.

Except for Eddie, the boys hadn’t fucked her this hard since the first week of the blackmail.

Every time she tried to get an understanding of what was happening to her, Eddie would slap her hard across the face.

When Brody came, Eddie pulled out of her mouth and kicked Beth in her stomach.

It wasn’t a strong kick, but it was unexpected and hard enough to knock the wind out of her and send her face slamming down into the mattress.

He was going to kick her again, but because of the way she was bent over, he didn’t have a clear shot at her stomach.

Not stopping for a second, Eddie kneeled down behind her ass, and with a mighty shove, he fired his rock-hard 9-inch cock all the way into Beth’s asshole.

Dean was ready for her expected reaction, so he pressed the outside button on the trash compactor.

Beth screamed at the top of her lungs in pain from Eddie’s sudden anal rape, but the noise from the compactor drowned it out just as Dean had planned.

He didn’t want anyone to hear her cries and come looking or call the police.

Dean had to press the button a few times more before Eddie finished inside her ass.

He stood up, and Beth collapsed on her side on the mattress like she had died.

The three boys surrounded her and started pissing all over her body.

Beth looked up, and as piss ran down her face and into her eyes, she saw a rat scurry under the dumpster.

That was when Brody whispered, “Here he comes,” and the three boys got dressed and hid in the absolute darkness behind the trash compactor.

Beth was left alone and crying on the piss soaked mattress.

She was still handcuffed, covered in piss and dressed like a whore.

She didn’t hear the shuffling noise from a man walking up behind her feet.

It was Hubcap Willie, the town drunk and hobo, who lived in the nearby woods.

Dean knew that every night, after the supermarket was closed, Hubcap would check out the dumpsters for food.

Tonight, Hubcap was going to get a special treat.

He saw Beth lying there and then looked around to make sure no one else was in sight before licking his lips and unbuckling his pants.

Hubcap was 60 years old, 5’7” and weighed 190lbs.

His hair and beard were long, gray and matted in knots, and his face was red and covered in open pustulating sores.

As he knelt down on the mattress, he rolled Beth over on her back and spread her legs.

With a drunken lust that had drool running out of his open mouth, Hubcap rubbed his fat six-inch cock up and down Beth’s pussy slit.

At this point, Beth's eyes were closed to keep piss out of them, and she had no idea that it wasn’t one of the three boys who was manhandling her body.

Even Hubcap's noticeable rank body odor had the same putrid stink as the garbage Beth was surrounded by.

It was only when Beth opened her eyes to plead with the boys not to have her lie on her handcuffed arms that she saw the hideous man who was about to fuck her, and she started screaming in terror.

At that moment, Dean pressed the button on the trash compactor again, and the sound from it drowned out Beth’s cries.

Hubcap fell on top of Beth’s thrashing body and started fucking her.

Wide-eyed, Beth got a good look at his face, which was inches from her own.

What she saw only horrified her more.

His eyes were bloodshot and swollen.

Hubcap's lips were cut and crusty, and his beard was matted from the snot that was running out of his nose.

He didn’t have any front teeth, and the teeth that he did have were black and broken.

Beth was hyperventilating in fear and making a wailing sound as Hubcap’s mouth kept getting closer and closer to her own.

To Beth’s absolute and utter disgust, Hubcap grabbed Beth’s head and kissed her deeply with his discolored tongue, dancing with her own.

His mouth never left hers until he was done fucking her.

Hubcap’s filthy hands were mauling her breasts as he threw himself on top of her with each thrust.

Unfortunately, Beth was about to experience a new degradation.

The back and forth motion that Hubcap’s body was making while he was fucking her was sloshing the six cans of beer, a fifth of Jack and three cheeseburgers found in the trash that Hubcap had recently eaten all around in his stomach.

At the exact same time that Hubcap orgasmed inside Beth’s pussy, he also vomited into her open mouth and all over her face.

This trauma caused Beth to also vomit all over herself.

Oddly enough, Hubcap thought that seeing her puke on herself was disgusting, and he didn’t want anything more to do with her.

He got up and pissed on Beth’s tits before buckling his pants and shuffling away.

The boys were all howling with laughter while Beth rolled around crying and moaning on the vomit and piss-soaked mattress.

Dean turned on the back parking lot lights so they could better see what had happened to Beth.

“Fuck! Look at her. That was fucking insane!” Dean cried out.

“Let’s just throw her in the compactor and see if it crushes her,” Eddie suggested.

“Dude!” Dean commented, worried about why his friend would suggest that.

“I know. I know. Bad idea. It would be awesome, though,” Eddie weakly backtracked.

“Can I hose her down now?” Brody asked Dean while holding the water hose that the store uses to power wash the loading dock.

“Yeah, remember, though, not too close. You can take her skin off with that thing,” Dean warned.

“Got it,” Brody said as he pressed the trigger and fired a blast of high-pressure freezing cold water towards Beth’s body.

The water hit her like a slap across her whole body.

Brody took a few steps back when he saw how strong the water spray was and then blasted Beth again.

The boys especially enjoyed it when the water spray would hit her breasts and make them jump around, or when Brody kept the spray constant, and they could see her tit-flesh being pushed in by the water.

Soon, the vomit and piss had been washed off her, but Beth couldn’t stand up by herself with her arms still handcuffed behind her back.

So Dean and Eddie lifted her to her feet and walked her over to stand up against the wall.

Beth was freezing, and her high heels made it impossible to stand without her legs wobbling for balance.

Dean told her to slowly turn around as Brody sprayed the rest of her body clean.

When Beth’s slutty white tube dress, which was bunched around her waist, got heavy as it absorbed the water, it dropped past her hips and fell to the ground.

She was barely able to stand and leaned back against the cement wall for support as Brody directed the water spray against her massive breasts.

From the distance he was from her, the water was strong enough to push her nipple into the soft flesh of her tits.

He took a few steps closer until the spray flattened one of her breasts and pressed her nipple flat against her chest.

Dean said that was enough, and he grabbed Beth before she collapsed onto the ground.

He turned her around and made her bend at the waist, giving Brody a clear shot at her ass.

Brody moved in a little closer and pressed the trigger.

Beth screamed as the water under high pressure hit her asshole from such a close range.

It felt like someone punched their fist directly into her ass up to their elbow, and her whole body lurched forward and smashed into the concrete wall.



After a signal from Dean, Brody hung the sprayer on a hook by the back door while Dean uncuffed her wrists.

Then Dean and Eddie took Beth by her arms and half-carried her to her car.

Brody opened the driver's door, and the boys tossed her in.

“Thanks, Fuck-Toy, it was fun!” Dean said as the boys got into their own vehicles and drove away.



Beth sat absolutely stunned in her car for several minutes.

Her naked and wet body was freezing and covered in goosebumps.

Her mouth was full of the taste of vomit, vomit that she prayed was only her own.

Eventually, while her hand was shaking, she reached out to turn the key in the ignition to start the car.

She could hear her teeth chattering as she sat shivering while waiting for the car's heat to come on.

She hadn’t thought to bring a change of clothes this time and had nothing to wear.

Beth looked around the car for her jacket.

She didn’t remember that Dean had thrown it to the ground when she first arrived, and it was literally just outside her car door.

Looking for anything that would cover her nakedness, Beth tried pulling up the car’s floor mats, but she was too weak to unsnap them free.

Praying that she could just make it home safely, she put the car in drive and left.

At a stoplight about one mile from her house, a police car pulled up behind her and routinely ran her plates.

When they came back clean, the cop was prepared to drive off in another direction, but changed his mind after the light changed.

Beth sat at the red light in a state of shock after all the abuse she had suffered over the past hour.

“Oh my god! Has it only been an hour?” Beth cried out.

She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there after the light turned green, but as soon as she took her foot off the brake, her rearview was blinded by flashing lights from a police car.

“Shit!” Beth yelled out loud in a panic as she pulled over to the curb.

Her heart was beating out of her chest from anxiety and fear as she saw the officer get out of his car and walk towards her.

She looked around but already knew that there was nothing she could use to cover herself.

“What was he going to think? Would he ask her if she was in trouble? Raped?” Beth wondered, knowing that she couldn’t tell him anything that would get back to Chris in any way.

Officer Murphy could not believe what he was seeing through the driver’s side window as he approached Beth’s car.

At first, he thought that she just had on a revealing low-cut dress, but as he got closer, he didn’t see anything covering Beth’s large, prominent breasts other than her arm.

Murphy shined his flashlight through the open window.

This woman is beautiful despite her hair being wet and wild-looking.

“Actually,” he thought, “that looks sexy as hell too.”

Her breasts were large and round, and the fact that her stomach looked flat despite the way she was sitting told him that she was in fantastic shape.

As he moved the beam of light slowly onto her bare pussy and then down her shapely legs, he knew that he was going to get the most fun he could out of this traffic stop.

Murphy hadn’t pulled over anyone worth looking at in a long time, and all he had to look forward to tonight was going home to his very fat and very pregnant wife.

“Ma’am,” he started saying, “I have a lot of questions.”

Thinking fast, the best excuse that Beth could come up with was that she was driving around naked to tease her husband when she got back home.

When the officer asked why her hair was wet, Beth responded that she had just gotten out of the shower when she left her house.

“Ma’am, you stayed stopped at a green light for a long time. I’m going to need to do a sobriety test on you, and due to your… “outfit”, I can’t perform it here. However, there’s a park about a quarter mile down this street that will give you some privacy. Follow me there,” Murphy ordered.

He thought that her husband story was bullshit.

He also didn’t smell any alcohol on her breath and didn’t think that she had been drinking, but he wasn’t going to waste this incredible opportunity to see her naked body out of the car.

Beth knew the park he was talking about.

It was only a few houses away from her home.

They pulled into the parking lot and stopped in the most isolated part.

Officer Murphy then asked Beth to step out and stand in the front of his police car’s headlights while he cuffed her wrists behind her back.

“Fucking beautiful! Look at that body. Fucking smoke show!” Murphy thought to himself as he ran his hands up and down her body while “frisking her”.

“Officer, please. Is that necessary?” Beth asked him after his hands cupped her sore breasts and started squeezing them.

“Ma’am, I could arrest you for driving to endanger. Or for not wearing a seat belt. I could even arrest you for wearing those fucking high-heels while driving,” Murphy said into her ear as he pinched one of her nipples hard while his other hand ran down her flat stomach and cupped her bare pussy.

“Do you really want me to call your husband for you, or how about spending a night in jail while we figure this all out?” he asked her.

At that, Beth knew what she had to do to get herself home tonight.

“No, sir,” she answered.

“Are you going to do what I ask?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” Beth replied earnestly.

With his hands back to mauling her breasts and the bulge in his pants pressed into the crack of her ass, the officer said what she had been dreading to hear, “First, I have to do a cavity search for drugs.”

He then bent Beth forward over the hood of his cruiser until her fat breasts were lying on the hot metal.

Officer Murphy left her there like that while he slowly retrieved his side-handled police baton from his front seat.

When he got back, he ran the tip of the black 24” long weapon from her ankles, up her legs, between her ass cheeks, across her back, over her shoulder, and up in front of her face, when he told her to suck on the end.

Then he brought it back down and rubbed it between the lips of Beth’s pussy.

Murphy slowly pushed it in deeper as he rotated it around inside her while calling her a slut and a whore.

Murphy thought that the heels she was wearing, along with the way she was bent over the hood of the car, made every muscle and curve of her legs and ass stand out and look fantastic.

It was driving him wild.

When he got 6 inches of stick into her, he started fucking her with it while asking her if she liked it.

What he was doing actually hurt Beth.

The baton was as hard and unyielding as Dean's car shifter.

But after all the brutal fucking her poor pussy had suffered tonight, it wasn’t too bad.

Beth prayed that this officer wasn’t into making her feel pain and answered that it hurt her.

“No drugs hidden here. But there is another hole I need to check,” he said as he pulled the end of the baton out of her pussy and pressed it into her ass.

“Please, no. Stop,” Beth softly begged him.

At this point, Beth was more concerned about any of her neighbors seeing what was happening and recognizing her than the pain from getting anally raped by a police baton.

After getting 3 inches of it into her ass and rotating it widely around, Officer Murphy told her that he had to inspect one last hole as he lifted her off the hood, spun her around and pushed her to her knees on the dirt.

Beth looked up at him and dutifully opened her mouth as Murphy unzipped his pants and put his erection between her lips.

Murphy fucked Beth’s mouth hard and fast.

He wanted to end this now before anyone came to investigate what was happening.

Murphy would never have fucked Beth or any other woman besides his wife.

That would have been cheating.

But a blow-job?

“Doesn’t count,” he thought as his cock spurted a massive load of hot cum into Beth’s mouth.

When he was done, Murphy lifted Beth up and unlocked the cuffs.

He walked behind her, enjoying the sight of her ass, as Beth walked back to her car.

“I’m going to let you off with a verbal warning this time,” he told her.

“Thank you, Officer,” Beth replied.

When Beth got home, she parked in the driveway as far away from the house as she could, in the dark, and cried for a good long while.

Then she took her heels off in the car and ran naked into the backyard to the pool shed.

Inside, she wrapped some beach towels around her body as she made her way to the pool.

The backyard was fairly dark, and she hoped that Chris and Patrick would be staring at their computer screens, as they usually did at this time of night, as she dropped the towels and slipped into the heated pool.

This would give her a reason to go into the house wrapped in pool towels and not wearing clothes, in case anyone is by the door when she walks in.

It was the only option that she had, and luckily, it worked.

They were both upstairs, and Beth was able to find some clothes downstairs that she could change into.

If Chris had even noticed the smell of chlorine as she walked past him in the bedroom to take a shower, he didn’t say anything.

Beth usually hated him for not noticing her, but considered it a blessing today.

Friday: Blackmail Day 28

Beth slept late and was awakened by the sound of her phone getting a text message.

She had passed the point of getting upset by the daily texts for sexual demands from the boys and looked at the screen without any emotion.

But instead of being told what slutty outfit to wear or where to go to be sexually assaulted, it was a text from her Mom!

It read, “Hi honey, I'm going to be in your neighborhood and hoped we could go out to lunch. It’s been too long!”

Beth didn’t realize how much she missed her mom until she got this text and eagerly replied that it would be wonderful.

The first thing that Beth’s mom, Linda, said to her when she got to the house was, “You’ve lost a lot of weight! Too much. Are you eating ok? Are you sick? Are you and Chris fighting?”

Beth couldn’t tell her mother the reason why she hadn’t been eating much during the past month was because of constant stress and anxiety from being blackmailed by three teenage boys. And that the reason she was being blackmailed was because she had willingly had absolutely fantastic sex with another, and an even younger teenage boy.

Instead, she said she had been exercising more and eating fewer carbs.

“Well, you don’t have too much more to lose before you start looking sickly. So let’s go eat a big lunch,” Linda said.

Once Beth was sitting across from Linda at Beth’s favorite restaurant, she sadly realized that she couldn’t share any of the misery that her life had become with her own mother.

Instead, she focused on discussing Patrick and Chris and asking questions about the other family members.

And once Beth’s mother saw her daughter eat a large and varied lunch happily, she stopped worrying about Beth’s sudden weight loss.

For the past month, Beth had always known how fucked up her life had become, but talking to her mother today and having such a struggle to find anything normal about herself to talk about made Beth realize the enormity of how bad the situation she had put herself in was.

Their conversation mainly centered on the upcoming marriage of Beth’s sister, Abigail.

Since this was Abigail's second wedding, it was going to be a small affair.

When lunch was over, and they were each enjoying a cup of coffee, Beth got a text from the boys that she had been dreading.

Keeping her face deadpan, she read it while talking to her mother.

It was from Dean, “at 8:30 tonight, walk to the playground in the park by your house. It will be quick.”

“Quick,” Beth thought. “It’s never quick with those boys.”

Beth’s mother stayed long enough to see Patrick for a little while after he got home from school, and then she went home.

At dinner, Patrick asked his parents if he could stay overnight on Saturday at his friend Tommy’s house to watch movies and play video games.

This sounded good to Beth.

Having Patrick out of the house meant that one less person noticed that she was out so late with her “friend” that night.

Chris asked him if he needed a ride there, and Patrick replied that Tommy’s house wasn’t too far away and that he’d take his bike over there in the afternoon.

At 8:00 PM, while Patrick was doing his homework in his room, Beth made sure that Chris was comfortable in front of the TV with his favorite drink in hand.

Beth wanted him to have no reason to come looking for her for the next hour, so she decided to drop down on her knees between his legs and start rubbing his cock through his pajama bottoms.

“What are you…” Chris started to ask.

Beth cut him off and said, “Just want to give my man something special,” as she freed his dick and put it in her mouth.

It didn’t take more than a few minutes for Chris to ejaculate into her mouth.

He expected her to pull her head away at the last minute like she usually did, but was happily surprised when she kept him in her mouth and swallowed every drop.

Beth, meanwhile, had been so conditioned by the boys that not swallowing his cum had never occurred to her.

Standing up, she told him that she was going on the patio to look at the Moon and enjoy the cool night air.

She could have said that she was going to the Moon, and Chris wouldn’t have cared because he was so calm and relaxed after his blowjob.

When he told her that he’d probably be asleep when she came back in, she kissed the top of his head and said, “That’s fine, honey. That’s fine.”

Beth knew that she’d have to change what she was wearing.

Jeans, sneakers and a lined hoodie are all going to be challenging to take off and then back on quickly.

She put on a pair of slip-on shoes, loose gray sweatpants and a white button-down blouse.

No bra or underwear.

In the back of the properties on her side of the street, a path ran through the woods, ending in the park not too far from the playground.

Beth thought that would be the best way to go, avoiding the street if any of her neighbors were out with their dogs or taking a walk themselves.

After taking a large pool towel with her, she went to see what degradation the boys had for her tonight.

The path through the trees was only lit by the faint light that spilled out from someone’s backyard, but the additional light from the full moon made it easy to find her way.

When the path ended at the open field in the park, Beth could see a lone figure standing by the swing set.

It was Dean.

He saw her and started walking towards her.

Dean didn’t greet her other than giving Beth a long and passionate kiss on the lips.

He took the towel and laid it out on the grass.

While he was getting undressed, he told Beth to do the same.

Beth looked around apprehensively.

This part of the park had no lighting, but the full Moon would make what they were doing obvious if anyone got too close.

Dean was naked on the towel and stroking his hard cock as Beth slowly undressed before him.

The air was cold, and she was covered in goosebumps when she was naked.

He had her straddle him and slowly fuck him while he sucked and squeezed her tits.

After a while, he lifted his groin up while pulling her hips down and ground her clit against his pubic bone.

Beth immediately became aroused and could feel the beginnings of a massive orgasm building.

Dean was in full love-making mode, and Beth hated it when he was like that.

It was one thing to be blackmailed and raped.

But to be given multiple orgasms while being blackmailed and raped was beyond humiliating for her.

She hated Dean and hated herself more.

Dean, meanwhile, was loving being able to fuck a beautiful big-titted blonde in a park under a full moon.

The fact that he had also figured out a few ways to make Beth have an orgasm against her will just made everything more awesome to him.

He stopped sucking on her nipples and dropped his hands to his sides, and took a moment to appreciate what was happening.

Beth was riding up and down on his cock.

Her tight pussy was soaking wet.

Her eyes were closed, and the full lips of her mouth were open in passion as she was bringing herself to the verge of cumming.

Her long, blonde hair waved back and forth over her shoulders and around her head as she moved.

Her huge, round, volleyball-sized breasts and erect nipples were hanging and bouncing around just inches from his face.

Over her head, the Moon was bright and full.

There was a light, cold breeze, and the air smelled like the falling leaves of Fall.

Beth started moaning and moving her hips more aggressively as she started to cum.

Dean cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed them as his cock orgasmed inside her pussy at the same time.

Beth collapsed on top of him, and he kissed her mouth while his hands roamed all over her back and rubbed her ass.

After recovering herself somewhat, Beth broke the kiss and asked him what he wanted her to do on Saturday night and told him that she didn’t know how to be a stripper.

He said, “Don’t worry about it. No one there is old enough even to be allowed into a strip club. So they don’t know shit, either. Wear what I gave you, shake your ass, take off the bikini, fuck a dildo or two. See what happens.”

It was the “see what happens” that most concerned Beth, but she knew better than to ask more questions about it.

“Why the mask?” she asked.

“This is a group of my friends. Some live near you. Nobody should recognize you, but I want to make sure. I don’t want to ruin a good thing with what we have going on here. I can’t fuck you if certain people find out,” Dean said with a laugh as he slapped her ass while moving out from underneath her.

He stood and looked down at her luscious naked body.

His half-hard cock started hardening again.

“One more time, Fuck-Toy. Then I have to get back to work before closing,” Dean said as he dropped to his knees and spread her legs out wide.

This time, Dean fucked her fast and without caring.

Now, Beth was just a masturbation toy to get Dean off.

Beth could see the Moon over his shoulder

But there was nothing romantic about it to her.

She just wanted this moment to end.

Beth felt warm cum in her pussy as Dean came inside her a second time.

He quickly got up and dressed.

Then Dean gathered Beth’s clothes, told her to get off the towel and took it all with him to his car.

Beth was left standing naked in the middle of the field.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two kids on their bicycles at the swings, looking at her in the dim light.

They were young, maybe 11 or 12, she thought.

In a panic, Beth dropped her head, so her hair covered her face, and she quickly made her way into the trees.

When she looked back, the two kids were riding their bikes across the grass towards her.

As fast as her bare feet would allow, Beth started to run through the path in the woods towards her house.

Her large breasts were bouncing wildly and often smashed into her chin as she ran.

When she reached the fence behind her yard, she looked back and didn’t see any of the kids following her.

Despite being covered in sweat from her run, Beth was out of breath and freezing in the night air.

After checking that no one from her family was in the backyard, she opened the gate and ran to the changing room in the pool shed, where she now always kept a change of clothes.

Beth wasn’t too concerned about those kids on their bikes recognizing her.

They were far enough away that Beth couldn’t see their faces, and she assumed that they couldn’t see her face either.

When Beth entered the house, Patrick was in the kitchen talking with Chris.

They were discussing their upcoming fishing trip next weekend.

With a happy sigh, Beth was relieved that part of her plan was going to happen, and she was even happier when Matt texted her, saying that he could get the drug they needed, but that he needed to talk to her about it.

Matt told her that he needed a ride home from work tomorrow at 1:00, and if she picked him up, they could talk in private.

Beth agreed but asked him to walk to a nearby McDonald’s rather than her picking him up at the supermarket.

Friday: Blackmail Day 28 - Interlude: Emily the Molested Babysitter #2

Emily was in her bedroom packing a bag for a possible overnight babysitting job at Mr. Adams’ house tonight.

She was anxious about whether anything crazy would happen, like last time.

She didn’t want it to.

Her previous sexual experiences with Patrick had made her stop thinking that sex was fun.

When her Mom dropped her off at Mr. Adams’ house, she was surprised to find that Hunter wasn’t there.

Mr. Adams apologized profusely and explained that his ex-wife had not wanted to send Hunter to him that weekend and had canceled at the last minute.

Mr. Adams told her that he’d still pay her, but he couldn’t take her home until later.

Then, it was Emily’s turn to apologize. She told him that she thought this was an overnight job and that her mother wouldn’t be home until late the next day.

Bradley smiled and said that if she didn’t mind staying, then he didn’t mind either.

“Maybe we can watch a movie when I get back or play cards,” he suggested as he left for the night.

Bradley had lied about everything.

Hunter wasn’t his this weekend, and he didn’t have to be anywhere tonight.

His plan was to go out and get a drink somewhere and then come back early and spend time trying to get Emily drunk and naked.

To that end, Bradley left several bottles of alcohol and a pack of playing cards out in plain view on the kitchen table.

When he got back, he’d ask her to play poker for shots of liquor and see if he could turn it into strip poker.

After Bradley left, Emily first brought her bag to the guest bedroom and spread out her change of clothes.

Then, as she was walking through the kitchen, she looked at a fancy bottle of whiskey on the table.

“What is so great about this stuff?” she wondered, boldly pouring some into a glass and trying a few sips.

She didn’t like any of it, so she left her glass on the table and went to watch TV.



When Bradley got home an hour later with a pizza, he saw her glass on the table and knew that she had tried some alcohol.

He told her that his event ended early and thought that she might like some pizza.

He asked her if she knew how to play poker as they were eating.

She said that she knew the basics, and in a short time, they were playing for pretzels as pretend money.

Bradley let her win a few times and then asked her if she wanted to gamble for real with tonight’s babysitting money.

He told her to make it fun that he’d give her double what he was going to pay her to use it to play poker, so that if she won, she’d get 4X her usual money.

Encouraged by her previous wins, she said yes, but then, after losing more hands than she was winning, she started to regret her decision.

“Look,” he told her as she was getting upset when most of her money was gone, “We can play for other things. Like a shot of whiskey. I mean, it looks like you were already drinking some earlier.”

Emily was horrified that he had noticed that she had been drinking, “I’m sorry, Mr. Adams.”

“It’s ok, Emily. I trust you, and you’re mature enough to handle it. And if we’re alone together like this, feel free to call me Bradley,” he told her.

At that, Emily’s face lit up, and she smiled.

She trusted Mr. Adams completely and agreed to continue to play for shots this time.

Bradley lost the next two hands to regain her confidence, and Emily made back some of her lost money.

But Emily lost most of her money on the next hand and then had to have shots when she lost the next two, and the 75-pound teenager was quickly very buzzed.

After she lost the following two hands and was about to have her fourth shot, Bradley stopped her and tried to change the game again: “You lost again, Emily. Maybe rather than shots, we can play for clothes. Do you want to play strip poker?”

Despite having already been naked with him the last time she babysat, she was deathly afraid of getting naked in front of Bradley tonight.

But the alcohol was taking away her inhibitions.

Emily was scared, but also didn’t want to look like a baby and risk disappointing Mr. Adams.

“The one at the end with no clothes on loses, and the winner gets all the money,” Bradley added the bonus of the money to entice her to say yes.

“You have a lot more clothes on than I do,” he added to make it sound better for her.

At that, Emily paused for a long time and tried to think it over in her now drunk mind before saying, “Sure.”

“Well, you lost the last hand, so…” Bradley said.

Emily giggled and took off a sock because she wasn’t wearing shoes.

Bradley purposely lost the next four games to build her confidence. After taking off his shirt, shorts, and shoes, he sat only in his underwear.

Bradley stood up both times to remove his deck shoes, and each time Emily’s eyes went wide as she got a look at his enormous 9” erection that was sometimes poking up out of his boxers.

Emily then lost the next several rounds until all she had left to take off was her T-shirt and underwear.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tiny nipples were already poking through her top.

Bradley was openly cheating now, but Emily was too drunk and too nervous to notice.

When she lost the next round, Bradley could see the pure panic in her eyes at the thought of taking off her top, so he offered her a “get out of jail free” task she could perform.

“What?” she asked nervously.

“Just a kiss. A simple kiss on the lips,” Bradley replied.

At that, Emily stood up and drunkenly stumbled towards him, happy that she got to keep her T-shirt on.

As she stood before him, Bradley just stared at her with pure lust in his eyes.

Her long blonde hair was held back from her angel-looking face by a wide black headband, and her blue eyes stared back at him with an innocence that was making his cock so hard he thought it was going to explode.

She was so short that they were both at eye level, even though Bradley was sitting down.

Emily was expecting a quick kiss on the lips, but Bradley wrapped his arms around her and held her tight while he covered her small mouth with his own.

Bradley almost laughed when he could taste her strawberry-flavored lip moisturizer.

As he deeply French kissed her and tried to get as much of his tongue in her mouth as he could, one of his hands moved down her back, went under her panties and cupped her ass.

His middle finger pressed slightly into her asshole and made Emily jerk her body forward and press her tits hard into his chest.

“That’s my target. I’m going to fuck this tiny ass all night!” Bradley thought with absolute joy.

When Bradley broke the kiss, Emily’s face was flushed, and she was having trouble standing steady on her feet.

“He loves touching my butt like that,” she thought to herself.

“Ok, another game,” Bradley said as he started dealing the cards while Emily stumbled back to her chair.

Bradley lost this one and chose to have a shot rather than take off his underwear and lose the whole game.

He didn’t have to, but he stood up to pour his drink and positioned himself right next to Emily so that his erection under his shorts was in her clear view.

Emily lost the next hand and also chose a shot.

When she lost the next hand, she was drunk enough to allow Bradley to convince her that taking her top off was better than another drink.

“Come here. I’ll help you take it off,” he offered.

Emily meekly walked over to him while holding herself steady by holding on to the tabletop.

Bradley lifted her shirt over her head and saw once again the unusually large and perfect breasts of a petite teenage girl.

Emily tried to cover them with her hands, but Bradley took her by her wrists and lowered her arms.

“No. Don’t ever hide your breasts from me. Ever! They are beautiful,” he told her.

“You like them?” she drunkenly asked him.

Bradley answered her by gently kissing both her hard, tiny nipples and said, “They’re perfect.”

At that, Emily’s knees went so weak that she almost fell, and Bradley had to escort her back to her chair.

He let Emily compose herself and dealt another hand of cards.

Bradley purposely lost the next round and wondered what Emily’s answer would be to what he was about to offer.

“You choose Emily. Rather than getting naked or having a shot, I’m going to use my one “get out of jail free” task. What sexual favor would you like me to do for you? A kiss? Want me to rub your back or something? Anything you want,” he said.

Emily was quiet for a while as she thought about what to ask for.

She really wanted to ask Bradley to lick her pussy as he did last time she babysat, but she couldn’t since she thought he was drunk and didn’t remember doing it.

“I really liked it when you kissed my breasts. Can you do that again?” Emily asked him.

Bradley went over to her and knelt between her legs.

His mouth was at the perfect level to kiss her breasts, and that’s what he did.

But not the short, quick kisses that he did before.

These were long and lingering wet kisses.

He tried to get as much of her tit in his mouth as he could before he slowly pulled back and sucked or gently chewed on her nipple.

While he was doing that, he spread her legs out wider and rubbed his thumbs up and down her pussy slit through her panties until the material was wet with her juice.

When Bradley had had enough of her breasts, he rose and kissed Emily on the lips the same way he had done before.

Then he stood up and went back to his chair, leaving her in an absolute state of sexual desire.

“Final game, Emily. This one determines the winner,” he said as he piled all the money on the table and filled a shot glass. “Loser puts their underwear on the table and takes a final drink. Winner gets everything on the table.”

By this point, the very drunk Emily was desperately trying to keep her eyes focused on the cards in her hand and play the game.

Her final hand was a great one, and she smiled as she put her cards down and said, “Full House!”

But Bradley smiled and put down his cards.

All he had was 2 Kings, a Five, a Seven and a Jack, but he said, “Four Kings! Sorry, Emily, I win. Strip naked!”

Emily was disappointed and tried looking at his cards to confirm, but she could barely see her own.

Without even standing up, she took off her panties, put them on top of the pile of cash and tried to pick up the shot glass, but she was so drunk that her hand missed it by several inches.

“That’s ok, Emily. I’ll have it if you want,” Bradley said.

“Thank you,” she slurred. “Oh no, my mother is going to kill me if I don’t get paid. I’m in so much trouble.”

“Well, maybe you can do something else to earn it all back. Some sexual favor?” Bradley suggested.

His cock was so hard by this point that it was joyfully painful.

“You’d let me do that?” Emily said hopefully as she got up and pressed her naked body against him in a thank-you hug.

“Sure, what do you want to do for me?” he asked, knowing that whatever she did would only be the beginning of a long night of sex acts.

“My boyfriend….” she started and then stopped with a look of confusion on her face.

“Patrick?” Bradley helped.

“Yes, Patrick! He likes my blowjobs, I think,” Emily suggested.

“That sounds good,” Bradley said as he picked her up in his arms and carried her up to his bed.

It was only 10:30 at night.

Bradley didn’t stop fucking or playing with Emily’s tight little body until 6 AM in the morning.

When Emily awoke, she was lying under the covers on the bed in the spare bedroom.

She was wearing the pajamas she had packed, and her clothes from yesterday were on the table next to the bed.

She didn’t remember getting changed.

The clock on the table said it was 11:30 in the morning.

When she tried to get up, her head started pounding, so she dropped back down on her pillow.

She tried to recall what had happened the previous night.

“We played poker for money, then for shots of whiskey and then...omg, strip poker? Did I really play strip poker with Mr. Adams? No, I mean with Bradley,” she thought with a smile. The last thing that she could clearly remember was taking her T-shirt off in front of him.

He must think I’m the worst kind of person! she thought.

Wait, I think I remember him carrying me up to his bedroom, too.

Yes! After that, he kissed me….between my legs? Ohhh...yes, it felt wonderful. I love it when he does that.

Then Emily noticed that her butt felt weird.

Not too painful, but she could feel a constant throbbing like a heartbeat.

It didn’t hurt as badly as it did the night after she had sex with Patrick.

The little blonde didn’t think anything would ever hurt that bad again in her life.

Did she and Mr. Adams have sex last night, too?

Does her butt feel that way because he likes to put his fingers there, or did she ask him for anal sex like she did with Patrick?

“What is wrong with me?” she asked before curling up with the pillow and starting to cry in both embarrassment and worry.

A little while later, Bradley knocked on her bedroom door, told her to stay in bed and then came in with a tray of breakfast food and drink and some pain meds for her expected hangover headache.

After he placed it on her lap, he asked her, “Are you ok? How are you feeling? We...ahhm.. really shouldn’t have played cards like that last night. I thought a few drinks would be fun, but we both had way, way too much.”

“My head hurts, and I feel…..gross, but I’m ok,” she replied.

“Well, that’s good. Sounds like you’re just hungover. Sorry about that, and if I was inappropriate in any way last night,” Bradley said while trying to figure out if she remembered anything that he did to her in his bed last night.

“No! It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have drunk so much,” Emily said while smiling.

This made Bradley almost laugh out loud.

“Fucking awesome! I raped her a second time, and she’s giving me a free pass again!” he said to himself.

“Well, you eat and relax and take a long, hot shower. That will make you feel better. I’ll take you home whenever you’re ready,” Bradley said to her with a smile.

After she ate, Emily decided that taking a shower was a good idea.

It might help clear her head and stop her from thinking about how good it felt when Mr. Adams was licking her pussy.

The hot water did make her head feel better, and when she slid her soapy hands down between her legs, she gasped out loud when her fingers touched her clit.

She was so aroused from all her thinking about last night.

She had never thought to masturbate in the shower before and decided that now would be a good time.

It felt so good!

She shut her eyes and rubbed her pussy while trying to remember everything she could from what happened last night.

Suddenly, her orgasm took her by surprise, and she yelled out loudly as she came.

Bradley was in his bedroom, hoping to see her come out of the bathroom in her towel, when he heard her cry out.

Not sure if that was a sound of pain or pleasure, he saw it as a golden opportunity to walk in on her to ask if she was ok.

Emily didn’t hear him open the bathroom door and continued to rub her pussy while holding on to the handle of the glass door of the shower.

The glass was partially obscured by steam, but Bradley could clearly see what Emily was doing to herself.

“Fuck it!” he thought. “I’m going for it.”.

“Are you ok?” Bradley asked her.

When Bradley started speaking, Emily was so startled that she yelled out even louder than when she had orgasmed earlier.

“OMG! What?” she said, startled out of her mind.

“I heard you call out and wanted to make sure you were ok. So I knocked, but you didn’t answer,” Bradley lied as his eyes never stopped looking at the water running down her naked body.

“I...um…” she started as Bradley got undressed, opened the door and joined her in the shower.

“I saw what you were doing. I can help you,” Bradley said as his hands started running all over her teenage body.

Petrified and excited at the same time, Emily never said a word and shut her eyes as she enjoyed what she was feeling.

Bradley ran his soapy hands over her narrow little ass and took special care to be extremely gentle as his fingers ran between the crack of her ass and barely touched her asshole.

He knew it must have been hurting her despite the care he was taking right now.

Bradley’s mind was full of memories of how he fucked her little teenage ass last night.

She was face down in his bed with her long blonde hair spread out over both his pillows.

He propped her ass up a little with a small pillow under her waist, and he didn’t even have to spread her ass cheeks before seeing her asshole practically begging him to fuck her.

After straddling her legs, he took his time to enter her tiny asshole as gently as possible.

Even though he poured lube all over his cock and then a good squeeze on the bottle directly into her butt, he didn’t get his whole 8” cock fully into her ass for almost 20 minutes after constant small back and forward motions.

And when he was finally balls deep inside her, he moved almost all the way out and then pushed slowly back in, allowing himself to revel in her tightness and heat.

Every time he felt like cumming he stopped.

Sometimes he would pull out entirely to calm himself down and then repeat the entire entering process all over again.

After each pause, Bradley kissed, licked and gently sucked on her smooth, perfect back and neck, making sure not to leave any marks.

He edged himself in her ass for over two hours before he finally shot his cum inside her.

Bradley had sex in every way with dozens of women in his 46 years, but his orgasm at that moment in her hot and tight teen ass was the best one he ever had in his life.

He then set his alarm so he wouldn’t sleep too long and then curled up with Emily and kissed and squeezed every part of her body until he fell asleep, sucking on her tits.

When the alarm went off, he woke up, took a piss and then fucked her pussy as slowly as he fucked her ass.

He was constantly kissing her lips, and whenever he felt himself about to cum he’d pull out, slide his body down hers a little and start sucking on her tits.

Eventually, he came in her tight pussy, got her dressed in her pajamas and put her in her own bed.

“Mr. Adams, I don’t think we shou…” Emily tried to say while weakly trying to push him out of the shower.

“Come on, baby. Soap me up like I’m doing for you,” Bradley insisted and put the bar of soap into her small hands.

Timidly, Emily started to run the bar across Bradley’s hairy chest while he kept his hands on her soapy breasts.

He slid his hand down between her legs and started to rub her pussy with his fingers.

When his middle finger entered her, Emily gasped and dropped the soap.

Bradley put his forehead on top of hers and sternly told her to lower her hands and wash his penis and balls.

Emily did and couldn’t stop staring at how large his penis was.

It seemed like it was getting bigger and harder as she held it.

She didn’t know it, but he had taken a viagra this morning in anticipation of having sex with Emily again, and it was making his cock as large and as hard as it could possibly be.

Her two small, soapy hands were wrapped around it.

She used two hands to stroke it up and down, and was encouraged when Bradley let out a loud gasp and told her that she was amazing.

Bradley lifted her face up with one hand and gave Emily a long and passionate kiss while his other hand went back to rubbing her pussy.

“Do you want to go to my room and make love?” Bradley asked her softly.

Afraid but not wanting to ever say no to Bradley, she replied, “Yes.”

He quickly rinsed them both off and held her hand as they walked naked to his bed.

Bradley then had sex with Emily like she was a delicate flower and never stopped complimenting and praising her.

His only goal was to give her pleasure and make her feel special and loved.

And Emily was beyond happy with their lovemaking.

It wasn’t rough and hurtful like it was with Patrick.

Bradley treated her like she was a princess.

As if he were truly in love with her.

Their entire lovemaking was full of seemingly endless kisses and orgasms for her.

By the time Bradley began to slide his stiff cock into her, Emily’s pussy was soaking wet and more than ready for him.

After he came inside her, he kept his half-hard cock in her pussy as they quietly lay together in each other’s arms.

Bradley stroked her long blonde hair while he considered what to say to make Emily think this was all her idea.

“That was wonderful,” he told her. “But we really shouldn’t have done that.”

Emily’s heart sank when she heard him say that, as she expected him to say that it would never happen again.

“You must hate me. But when you took your shirt off last night, right in front of me and then asked me to kiss your breasts. I couldn’t say no. Then, later that night, you asked me to lick your pussy. And then today, you were masturbating in the shower and making so much noise that I heard you down the hall. I mean, what was I supposed to think or do?” Bradley said, pretty sure she was going to respond the way he thought.

And she did.

“I’m so sorry I did all those things, Mr. Adams!” she said, almost starting to cry. “I’d never hate you! It’s not your fault. I’m a horrible person!”

“No, you’re not. You’re amazing,” Bradley said just before kissing her passionately on the mouth.

Then he asked her, “Do you still want to babysit for me after all this?”

“I do,” she answered with her eyes wide and a look of pleading.

Bradley then thought he should make her a few promises to cement their relationship further.

“You know, I’m going to be making a few trips for work. I’d like to take you with me to watch Hunter. Have you ever been to Europe? Or Disney?” he asked her as he was giving her soft kisses on her neck and breasts.

“No!” she said excitedly.

“Ok, I’ll work on making that happen and talk to your Mom,” Bradley promised her.

“But back to what we’re doing now,” he said as he licked her nipple, making her jump and laugh. “If anyone finds out about what we’re doing, I’ll never see you again.”

“I won’t tell anyone! I promise!” Emily quickly said.

“I believe you, baby,” he said as he kissed her again.

“You also don’t even have to worry about me ever wearing a condom or getting pregnant from me. I had a vasectomy after Hunter,” he told her.

Emily wasn’t 100% sure what a vasectomy was, but she trusted whatever Bradley told her.

“I should get you home soon. After a while, I’ll see about getting you a car to make babysitting for me easier. You can drive, right?” he asked.

“I could, but I haven’t gotten my license yet,” she said. “People always think I’m young because I’m so little. My birthday is next week, too.”

When Emily said that people thought she was too young, Bradley’s young girl fetish made his cock start to come alive and harden up while it was resting on her soaking wet pussy.

By the time she stopped talking, his cock was rock hard, and he was spreading her legs wide as he positioned himself to fuck her again.

After his cock bottomed out in her pussy he stopped and kissed her deeply and cradled her head in his hands before asking her, “What is my adorable, sweet and perfect teen doing for her birthday?“

Overwhelmed with lust from knowing that he was fucking a beautiful young girl, he quickly fucked her rapid-fire several times before stopping to let her answer as he sucked hard on her breasts.

Emily’s mind was reeling at how aggressively Bradley was suddenly fucking her and answered out of breath, “Noth...nothing. My mother is working.”

“How about…” he started to say before fucking her so hard and fast that the bed was slamming against the wall before stopping. “I take you out for dinner. Some place fancy.”

Bradley kept her from answering by violently fucking her again before stopping and kissing her all over her face.

Emily was bewildered by the rapid and violent changes in Bradley’s behavior.

But he had been so loving with her up until this moment that in her mind, she just thought he was now showing her an even more passionate love, and she didn’t recognize it as the absolute criminal lust it truly was.

“I’ll pick you up around noon, take you and Hunter shopping for clothes, and drop Hunter off at his Mom’s.” Bradley stopped talking and briefly fucked her hard again before stopping and continuing. “Then take you to dinner to celebrate your birthday, like you deserve. You want that?”

Before she could answer, he couldn’t hold the cum back from exploding out of his cock any longer and started to fuck Emily again as hard and as fast as he could.

Emily was so overcome with a feeling of love for Bradley coupled with the explosive orgasm he was currently giving her that didn’t even feel the agony that his violent pounding was causing her and she yelled out at the top of her lungs, “Yes! Oh, Yes!” over and over as she felt Mr. Adam’s cock cum inside her.

An hour later, and when Bradley felt his cock starting to harden again, he kissed her gently on her lips and looked passionately into her eyes.

“Emily, there’s something special that a man and a woman do when they trust and love each other completely. It’s called anal sex. I would love to try that with you now, but I don’t want to scare or hurt you. Do you trust me, baby?” Bradley asked her as he was snuggling with her.

Emily said that she was scared but that she trusted him.

He asked her to roll over on her side and hold one of her legs up against her chest.

Bradley reached behind him and grabbed a bottle of anal lube that was in his nightstand drawer.

After covering his dick with it, he began to gently insert two of his now well-lubed fingers into Emily’s tiny teen anus.

It wasn’t long before he gently replaced his fingers with his hard cock.

Emily was able to ignore the pain she was feeling from his two fingers in her ass, but when Bradley pushed his wide cockhead past her anal ring, she cried out in agony but told him to keep going after he asked her if he should stop.

She already knew that Mr. Adams liked putting his finger in her butt, and when he told her anal sex was something adults do when they love each other, Emily was not going to ask him to stop, no matter how much it hurt.

The thought that he was doing this because he loved her and thought that she was an adult and not a stupid teenager was thrilling to her.

When half of his massive member was in her ass, Emily felt like her whole bottom was going to explode, and tears were flowing from her eyes, but she still never cried out or told him to stop.

Whenever Bradley moaned in pleasure or called her baby, Emily wiped the tears from her eyes and told him, “more”.

When Bradley had 6” of his massive 8” inch cock in her ass, and the little teen was almost hyperventilating, trying to keep herself from screaming, he stopped, kissed her shoulders and told her that he loved her.

Hearing that, Emily smiled and relaxed.

She softly said, “I love you, too.”

For the next ten minutes, Bradley only moved in small, gentle in-and-out motions with his hips that took a few inches out of her ass before going back in.

Bradley was often pouring lube over his cock and her asshole to make fucking her ass less painful for her, but he was also getting off every time he could tell she was holding back from screaming.

Eventually, he was able to pull out while leaving 3” inches inside her before going back in deeper and faster.

When Emily’s breathing started to increase, and he could tell that she was in agony, he slowed down and squeezed her breasts while telling her how much he loved her.

It took him a while, but eventually, he had her lying on her stomach while he was straddling her prone body and slowly pushing all 8” of his cock into her tiny, round ass.

Going faster and faster, he could see Emily’s small hands turn white from the constant death grip she had on the bed sheets.

When a massive groan, he finally orgasmed, and it felt to both of them like his cock was spraying semen in her colon like it was coming out of a garden hose.

Bradley kept her naked and in bed for most of the day and played with her tight teen body right up until the time he reluctantly had to take her home, which he had already extended by calling her mom and asking if Emily could stay late to babysit until 11:00 PM.

Saturday: Blackmail Day 29: Dean’s Party

Beth was awakened by Chris early in the morning.

She had been having a nightmare and was screaming in her sleep.

Beth dreamed that she was looking down between her spread legs at Hubcap Willie’s face.

She could see his black teeth and snot-encrusted nose and beard licking her pussy.

But then Hubcap’s face was slowly growing larger and larger as his mouth opened until Beth thought he was going to swallow her whole.

Chris suggested to Beth that something must be worrying her, because this was the third time she had a nightmare that week.



After a typical weekend morning of making breakfast, doing the laundry and cleaning the house, Beth went to pick up Matt from work to discuss getting the drugs that she needed to hopefully end the blackmail she was enduring.

Once Matt was in her car, he told her that Cato (the drug dealer) had agreed to sell him the roofies in the amount they needed.

Matt told Beth what the cost was, and although it was a lot, Beth didn’t hesitate to say yes immediately.

There was a catch, though.

Cato wanted to have sex, too.

Beth rolled her eyes and exclaimed, “Yes. Of course. Why not? Sure!”

“Well, the thing is. It’s not with you. It’s with me,” Matt said, embarrassed. “I said that I’d do anything to help you, and I will, but I can’t do that….”

Before Matt could finish, Beth cut him off, “No! I refuse to let you do that! We’ll find it somewhere else.”

The relief on Matt’s face was obvious, and he said, “But I don’t know where else to get this stuff, and he said he could give it to us as soon as this Sunday. You said that you needed it by next weekend, right?”

“True. But wait,” Beth said as a smile crossed her face. I might have something else to offer that he might take. Can you tell him that I want to talk to him on Sunday?”

Matt was wondering what Beth was going to offer Cato and said, “I’ll text him now.”

“Ok. I told him you wanted to offer him something better, and he’s willing to meet with you. He sent me an address. 3:00 Sunday.” Matt told her.

With tears in her eyes from relief, Beth said, “Thank you.”

When Beth pulled up in front of Matt’s house, she asked him where his parents were.

“They are both at my Aunt’s until later tonight,” he answered.

Beth was horny, as always, around Matt, and she really wanted to thank him for helping her, so she shyly asked him while rubbing his thigh, “So no one is home for a few hours? Would you want to show me your room?”

Matt’s smile was his answer.

Beth got back to her house at 4:00 and nervously looked at the clock.

All the wonderful and relaxing time that she just had making love with Matt earlier suddenly washed away to be replaced with almost overwhelming anxiety about what might happen to her tonight at Dean’s party.

Patrick was staying overnight at a friend’s house, so she didn’t have to worry about him.

And Chris was out getting a steak to grill with the plan of enjoying a quiet night at home by himself, while Beth went out to “dinner and drinks with a girlfriend.”

Beth used this time alone in the house to try on the ridiculous outfit again that Dean had wanted her to wear.

Her main concern was whether anyone would recognize her despite the mask she would be wearing.

She read online that wearing black makeup around her eyes under the mask would help disguise her, so she planned to do that.

Dean had mentioned her using a dildo, but didn’t say which one, so she was going to take them both just in case.

She put the outfit and everything else she would need, including a change of clothes, into a large bag and then placed it in the trunk of her car.

There was no way that Beth could get dressed the way she needed to tonight without being seen by Chris before she left the house, so she booked a room at a motel across town and close to Dean’s house to get herself ready.

At 5:30, she kissed Chris goodbye and left him as he was happily grilling his dinner.

At that same time, Dean’s friend, Hank, drove up to Dean’s house with his brother Tommy and Patrick in the back seat.

There were already 15 guests at the house, and more were expected to arrive soon.

Several party guests were eating and drinking on the back patio, surrounded by the food that was cooking on the grill.

Others were in the backyard playing corn hole, and still more were stationed around two kegs of beer.

Dean greeted Patrick when he saw him in the kitchen and gave him the first of many drinks for the night.

Dean wanted Patrick drunk but not too drunk and be unable to enjoy and fuck the “stripper” tonight.

When Beth arrived at Dean’s at 7:00, she was horrified to see the number of cars in front of the house.

The closest that she could park was three houses away down the street.

She texted Dean as he had instructed and waited for him to come out to her car and walk her into the house.

As Dean was walking out to Beth’s car, he waved hello to one of his neighbors who was walking into his garage.

Dean expected that his party might get a little loud, and he had promised his neighbors that it would be over by midnight.

They all appreciated his consideration and told him to have a good time.

And Dean was definitely going to have fun!

The sun had set, and it was getting dark, but there was still enough light for Dean to see her clearly when she got out of her car.

She was wearing a full-length black leather coat that did a good job of keeping her covered right down to her ankles, so he had her stand in front of him and open it up.

Dean couldn’t stop laughing at how slutty, and hot Beth looked dressed like she was.

He knew beyond all doubt that this party would be epic.

“I brought my dildos…” Beth started to say.

But Dean interrupted her and said with a smile, “Don’t need them. I got you a new one.”

As he escorted her past his mailbox and into the driveway, Beth noticed over a dozen well-used bikes for teenagers lined up in the front yard, but didn’t think anything of it.

There was no one outside the house except for Eddie, who was standing by the door.

He just looked at Beth like she was a total piece of shit, and that was exactly what Beth felt like.

Dean walked her into the kitchen, and Beth’s ears were ringing as more than 30 teenage boys all erupted in wild hoots and cheers when they saw her.

Both the TV room and the kitchen were dimly lit, and the air was smoky and smelled like weed.

Most of the light in the TV room came from the TV, loudly playing music videos and a roaring fire in the fireplace.

“Oh my god! There are so many guys here!” Beth thought as she started to shake in fear.

Dean raised his hands and made an announcement.

“Here is the entertainment for tonight. Her name is Fuck-Toy! As I already told you, her mask stays on at all times. It’s part of her show. Anyone even tries to remove her mask, and Eddie will literally beat the living shit out of you. Do you all understand?” Dean asked loudly.

“Yes!” was the thunderous response.

“She also doesn’t speak. Which might sound weird, but that also means that she won’t ever say no to anything. Now, Fuck-Toy, show everyone what you’re hiding under the coat and give us a show!” Dean commanded.

With trembling hands, Beth undid her coat’s belt and dropped the jacket to the floor.

The room went wild again when they saw her dressed in her stripper outfit, and after Eddie gave her a small shove, Beth walked on her ridiculously high-heeled boots through the open kitchen and into the TV room.

“Fuck-Toy! Fuck-Toy! Fuck-Toy! Fuck-Toy!...” The group of teens all started chanting.

In front of the TV and between two long couches filled with jeering boys, there was a small stool with an evil-looking dildo attached to the seat.

It was fluorescent green, glowing in the dimly lit room. It was 9 inches long, thick as a man’s forearm, with square scales that poked out from top to bottom and a barbed, evil-looking tip.

Dean had ordered for her what was called a “Dragon dildo”.

It was something Beth had seen online herself, but thought it was too extreme even to consider using on herself.

And now it was in front of her, attached to a low stool.

The intent was obvious to everyone.

Then the yelling and jeering began.

“Strip!”

“Show us your tits!”

“You fucking slut!”

“Whore!”

Beth started rubbing her hands up and down her body and rocking her hips side to side in a desperate attempt to look like a real stripper.

“Holy shit, her g-string is so small, I can see her pussy slit over the top!”

“What does that tattoo above her snatch say?”

“It says “Fuck Me” Hahahahaha...!

She slowly undid her bra, walked over to a boy on one of the couches, and leaned over him with her hands behind her back.

Beth hoped that he would pull it off her, and he did.

Which just made the kids all start yelling again.

“Look at those tits!”

“Fucking huge!”

“Like enormous cantaloupes!"

“I want to touch them!”

“What a slut!”

Beth felt hands on her hips pushing her around to face the other couch.

“What do the tattoos on her tits say?”

“Suck me!”

“Bite Me?”

“Oh yeah, slut, I definitely will!”

She had to remember to perform for the whole room, including the kids in the kitchen.

She cupped both her breasts and pushed one of her nipples into her mouth, and then did the same with the other one as she walked back towards the kitchen.

“Let me do that for you!”

“Holy fuck! She’s sucking her own tits!”

As Beth walked towards the group of boys sitting around the island in the middle of the kitchen, at least 20 hands had been rubbing and squeezing her ass the entire time.

Her body jumped so much after one boy pinched her hard on her butt cheeks that she stumbled into two boys sitting in front of her.

They both caught her and took that opportunity to roughly manhandle her breasts.

A third boy stood up and started sucking on her right nipple, which made one of the other two boys do the same to her left nipple.

The surrounding boys started chanting, “Suck those tits! Suck those tits!”

Beth had to struggle to push the boys away from her.

If she weren’t so bewildered, Beth might have noticed on the kitchen island behind the boys, two bowls holding pills that she would have recognized and been greatly concerned about, regarding where the night was headed.

Before she got to Dean’s house, they were both full, but now one had only a few remaining viagra, and the other was half full of ecstasy.

With now erect and spit-covered nipples, Beth made her way back to the center of the TV room as the room full of young men hooted and hollered at her nonstop.

The light from the fireplace on one side of the room danced along her back and over her legs and reflected on all the rhinestone jewelry she had on.

And the changing images from the TV's glare did the same to her front.

The lighting gave the whole room a more exotic look and feel.

She walked over to one part of the room she hadn’t been to yet and pointed one of her hips at a boy, and motioned for him to untie that side of her bikini briefs.

But he was too shy to even look at her in the face.

This triggered a barrage of “You pussy!” and “Untie it!” from the others sitting around him as they coaxed him to do it.

Beth took pity on the scared boy and bent down, kissed him, before putting both her breasts against his face.

After that, he was all smiles and quickly untied the bikini bottom strings that were offered to him.

She walked over to one of the chairs next to a couch and made the same motion with her hips.

This time, the boy undid the tie using his teeth and pulled her whole bikini bottom off her with a flick of his head to the cheers of the others in the room.

Her hair extensions were so long that she had blonde curls down past her ass.

Now, except for her thigh-high boots and masquerade mask, Beth was naked and surrounded by a group of 30 or more extremely horny, drunk and drugged-up young men.

“Dildo!” “Dildo!” “Dildo!” The crowd started chanting.

Beth reluctantly walked over to the dildo mounted on the stool in the center of the room.

It was long enough that when she put both her hands around it, the barbed head was uncovered.

It felt soft and yet firm at the same time.

On the floor, under the stool, she noticed a small tube of lube and gratefully poured some over it, working it in with her hands.

Eddie took that moment to come up to her and present her with his empty beer bottle.

“Put your mouth on this and suck it,” he demanded loudly.

The boys started yelling obscenities at Beth.

“Do it, you cocksucking bitch!”

“Blow the bottle!”

Beth obediently leaned over and put as much of the long-neck bottle into her mouth as she could, as Eddie slowly rotated it around.

“Yeah!!!”

The boys started cheering.

“Now lube the bottle up, bend over and suck on the dildo!” Eddie shouted.

At that point, the room became so quiet that the only sound was the crackling from the fireplace.

Beth did as instructed, and after bending down, she took the head of the dildo into her mouth and started sucking it.

Eddie raised the now-lubed bottle into the air like a warrior raising a sword and then swiftly buried the whole neck of the beer bottle in Beth’s ass.

Beth screamed out in pain at the sudden intrusion, but the cry was drowned out by the eruption of noise as the boys went wild seeing Eddie sodomize this super-hot stripper with a beer bottle.

“Now sit on that thing, you fucking cunt!” Eddie yelled at her while also not taking the bottle out of her ass.

Beth straddled the chair and started to lower herself down on the dildo.

“Get the fuck out of the way, Eddie. We can’t see her!” came multiple yells.

Reluctantly, Eddie took the bottle out of her ass and moved away.

Grateful for the sudden loss of pain and pressure in her ass, Beth continued to move her body up and down.

Each time, she took more and more of the dildo in her pussy until her ass was sitting entirely on the stool.

The clapping and cheering that followed were momentarily deafening.

“Suck on your tits!”

“Bounce up and down!”

“Squeeze your tits!”

Beth stood up enough to keep only the head of the dildo inside her before lowering herself back down.

And then again.

And again.

Over and over…

She started squeezing her breasts like requested and kept putting her nipples in her mouth too.

“Rotate around!” “We can’t see you!” came some calls.

As Beth bounced up and down on the dildo, she started to rotate herself, so she was facing the other side of the room.

It was at that moment that she noticed Patrick was one of the boys sitting on the couch and cheering her on.

“Oh my god!” were the words that were screaming in Beth’s mind as she quickly broke eye contact with her son.

She looked around to find Dean and saw him standing directly behind Patrick and saying all kinds of obscene things about her to him.

Next to Patrick was Tommy, his friend, whose house he was supposed to be staying at tonight.

“Oh my god! Is that Randy and Jake, too?” Beth thought when she saw who was sitting on the two arms of a recliner next to the same couch Patrick was on.

They, and several others, were all Patrick’s friends from school who had been to her house hundreds of times.

Patrick was having a great time.

From the moment he and Tommy got here, Dean was treating him like royalty.

The food was good, and no one cared that he was drinking, even though he was a teenager.

Everyone was taking a viagra and an ecstasy pill when they first got into the kitchen, so he did too, and he was feeling FANTASTIC.

Most of Patrick’s friends from school were here, and Dean gave each of them a “special” shot of whiskey right before the stripper arrived to “set the mood,” he said.

They all felt pretty fucked up but in a good way.

When the stripper came into the house, Patrick thought that he had never seen a woman in real life or even in porn who looked hotter.

The mask, the tattoos, and those wild boots were absolutely crazy-looking!

And her hair, he had never seen a woman with such long blonde hair!

Her enormous breasts, her flat stomach, her curvy hips and toned thighs mesmerized him.

He thought the cheap rhinestone earrings, necklace, belly and ankle chains that she was wearing were genuine.

He didn’t recognize that she was his mother at all.

To him, Beth was a beautiful sex goddess covered in diamonds.

His viagra enhanced cock was rock hard before she even got her top off.

When he saw Eddie stick that bottle into her ass, all he could think of was when he put his own three fingers in there.

He wanted to ask her if she remembered him doing that to her in Dean’s car, but it was too noisy.

Now she was fucking that dildo and sucking on her own tits!

Fucking amazing!

Now Eddie was doing something else.

What?

Holy shit!

He’s going to fuck her in the ass while she’s fucking the dildo!

No fucking way!

A lot of guys would have been too shy to drop their pants and show their dick at a party surrounded by friends, but not Eddie.

He spun Beth around so that she was facing her son and fired his cock into her ass as hard as he could.

Beth screamed out in pain, and 2 or 3 boys looked at Dean like they were concerned, but Dean just yelled out, “Don’t worry about anything. She loves it rough. She wants us to do anything we want to her!

At that, two guys stood up.

Each one grabbed one of her nipples between thumb and index finger and squeezed as hard as they could.

Beth screamed for a long time until they let go.

Dean shoved Patrick forward and told him to try it.

Patrick grabbed both his Mom’s nipples and twisted them both as hard as he could.

When Beth saw him get up and walk towards her, she shut her eyes and tried her best to think someone else was hurting her.

“Yeah! Take my cum up your fucking asshole, you piece of shit!!” Eddie yelled as he shot his cum deep in her ass and then zipped his pants up. “Does anyone else want some?”

Only three other guys were as confident as Eddie to have sex with a woman like that in front of everyone. As they lined up behind Beth, waiting for a turn on her ass, Beth’s body was squeezed, slapped, pulled and sucked on by dozens of young men while she also had a massive dragon dildo up her pussy.

When the guys fucking Beth’s ass were done, Dean yelled out, “Enough! Back away from her! It’s blowjob time!”

As Beth lifted herself off the dragon dildo, she was confused when half the party guests started to go outside.

Everyone who was on the couches already stayed, as well as those on the two recliners.

Dean came up to her and whispered in her ear, “Blow everyone sitting down. And start with your son.”

“You bastard!” Beth whispered back, “What if he…”

“He won’t,” Dean said, cutting her off. “He and his friends are drunk and on ecstasy. The sooner you suck them all off, the sooner I kick them out of here. Swallow every drop, too. From everyone. Every drop. If you don’t, I’ll tell Eddie he can be creative with you.”

At that, Beth looked down at the floor and started to walk her way over to Patrick as instructed.

“No! Crawl. Crawl to each of them on your hands and knees. Go from one couch to another after each blowjob so they can all see your fat ass and hanging tits,” Dean demanded.

Beth did as she was told, and after crawling over to Patrick, she got between his legs and kept her head down as she freed his cock from his pants.

It was hard, like a 6-inch iron bar.

Beth took it in her mouth and sucked for all she was worth, hoping to make him cum quickly.

But he didn’t.

Patrick started lifting his hips up hard every time Beth brought her mouth all the way down on him, and it was making her gag.

When she felt her eyes start to water because of it, she didn’t want her makeup to get in her eyes or, even worse, wash away, so Beth forced herself to quickly deep-throat her son to keep herself from gagging.

Patrick’s hands were constantly squeezing her big breasts and sore nipples as she blew him.

When he started to squeeze them really hard, Beth knew that he was close to cumming, so she moved her head up and down faster and began moaning loudly around his cock for extra stimulation.

Within seconds, Patrick flooded his mother’s mouth with cum.

“Show him his cum before you swallow it! Eddie yelled out from the kitchen with a laugh.

Beth tilted her head back and opened her mouth to show Patrick his white load in her mouth before swallowing it.

“Oh, that’s fucking awesome!” Patrick yelled out before dropping his head back on the couch with a huge smile on his face.

Beth didn’t waste any time getting away from him before crawling across the floor to the other couch and sucking off the next teenage boy.

This was Jake, a boy who lived two streets away and whom she had known since he was a baby.

She was asked to be his godmother, and now she was sucking his fat cock.

Next was Conner.

She used to trade weeks, carpooling with his Mom to take him, Patrick and other kids to elementary school.

He was always so polite and sweet.

Now he was calling her a cocksucking slut and twisting her nipples like he wanted to rip them off her chest.

Some boys left to get something to eat after they were taken care of, but most boys stayed where they were to enjoy the show.

This went on for a while until Beth had 15 loads of cum in her stomach.

Twelve loads were cum from boys she knew for certain were in Patrick’s class and had been to her house often over the years.

“Alright! Everyone get the fuck out and let the next wave in!” Dean yelled out.

“Next wave?” Beth thought miserably. Her jaw was already aching as she sat on her heels watching 16, no 18 boys fill the room.

She was happy that she didn’t recognize any of these boys.

They were all older, but that also meant they weren’t as shy and were a lot rougher with her.

Many pulled her blonde hair and slapped her face.

One slapped her face so hard that her mask moved to the side and covered her eyes.

He would have allowed her time to fix it, but he was so excited about abusing a slutty stripper that he quickly pushed her head down into his groin as he felt his cock start to spurt into her mouth.

When he let Beth go, she merely adjusted her mask and then crawled across the floor to the next one.

Dean was getting bored.

It was already almost 9:00, and Beth had only finished with half of the guys from the second wave.

He wanted to do much more tonight, so he suggested that anyone who is tired of waiting to feel free to fuck her from behind while she’s blowing someone.

This sped things up quite a bit, and in short order, Beth had blown or fucked everyone in the room and the six remaining guys that were the 3rd wave, too.

Dean walked Beth outside to the patio, and the guys all applauded.

If they were applauding Dean or Beth, no one was sure.

It was colder than the night before, and Beth’s nipples immediately hardened up like pencil erasers to the joy of the party guests.

Dean had Beth sit at the back end of a corn hole table game with her legs spread so that her pussy was just in front of the hole.

He then tied her arms behind her back.

The guys then played a variation of the game.

Instead of throwing the bean bag into the hole, they were going for her pussy.

Her pussy was 2 points, and her breasts were 1 point each.

At first, they were trying to play an actual game, but it shortly turned into just throwing the bags as hard as they could at Beth’s naked body.

Patrick got three bullseyes on her right breast, which he was very proud of.

After that, the whole crowd and Beth went back into the house, and Beth was handed a yellow banana and a long green cucumber.

“Lay down in front of the TV and fuck your pussy and ass with these,” Dean told her. “Your pick as to which holes.”

Offering no resistance, Beth got down on her hands and knees and started fucking herself with the banana.

She could remember doing this with Bob, Dean’s boss, and since he loved it, she decided to do what he had asked her to do that day.

When most of the banana was firmly inside her pussy, she rolled over onto her side and started fucking her ass with the cucumber.

The guys in the room shouted so loud when she did that; the walls were shaking.

“Who wants to help her?” Dean cried out.

Several guys jumped out of their seats and knelt around Beth.

Some were fighting as they tried to grab the banana or cucumber.

Beth cried out loud as those two objects stretched the linings of her vagina and colon as they were suddenly rotated around inside her at wildly different angles.

Those that finally got a good grip started to thrust them out and then back into her roughly.

Sometimes both at the same time.

Patrick managed to squeeze his way between two larger guys and grab hold of the cucumber that was halfway in Beth’s ass.

Beth’s eyes went wide when she saw a lustful and almost sadistic look on her son’s face, and she had to hold herself back from begging him not to hurt her.

He pulled it almost all the way out and then slammed most of the whole 7 inches back into her asshole.

Beth screamed out in pain, but the boys never stopped for a second.

Several minutes later, a huge cheer went up when, with a loud *snap* sound, the cucumber in her ass snapped in half.

Beth had to press down with her bowels to force the broken piece out of her.

Another cheer, as loud as the first, sounded when the banana in her pussy couldn’t hold up to the pressure of so many hands twisting it around, and it split, squeezing soft banana into Beth’s pussy.

Other hands were all over her body, massaging and rubbing her breasts, stomach, and legs.

One experienced young man pressed his thumb hard against Beth’s clit

This elicited a loud crying moan of unexpected pleasure from Beth’s lips that drove all the guys who heard it wild.

That thumb was quickly replaced with a dozen others, all pressing down far too hard as they all tried to be the one to make her moan like that again.

Instead, she shook her head wildly and tried to push their hands away.

If they weren’t high or drunk, they might have noticed how much pain she was in and stopped, but at least 13 guys continued jockeying around each other as they fought to grind their thumbs into Beth’s clit before getting bored and going back to fucking her with another banana and cucumber.

“Ok! That’s enough. Carry her into the bedroom,” Dean yelled out.

Dozens of hands reached for Beth, trying to pick her up.

She started screaming as guys tried lifting her by her breasts and blonde hair, while several fingers went into her pussy at the same time, and one guy hooked his middle finger into her asshole and tried using it to lift her to a standing position.

She was slowly pushed and partially lifted off the floor towards the bedroom.

Outside the bedroom, there was a free-standing paper ticket dispenser for a supermarket deli, and a red digital “Now Serving” sign was over the door.

Dean had borrowed some older deli equipment from his work, and everyone thought it was hysterical.

Eventually, Beth was dumped onto the bed in the downstairs spare bedroom off the TV room.

Beth had been here before when both Dean and Eddie fucked her brutally.

“Ok, now serving customer #1!” Dean called out.

But Dean knew who had ticket number 1 because he had handed it to Patrick himself.

When Patrick walked into the room, his drugged mind couldn’t believe what he was looking at.

The beautiful blonde big-titted stripper was lying in bed waiting for him to come and fuck her.

“Enjoy some time alone with her,” Dean told Patrick, “Ask her to do anything you want, and she will. Nothing is off-limits, but remember that she needs to keep her mask on at all times. Got it?”

“Anything?” Patrick asked.

“Anything. Fuck her ass, pussy mouth, tits. Have her lick your balls or asshole. Whatever you want, my friend,” Dean told him as he looked over at Eddie by the door, and they both started laughing.

When Beth saw her son enter the room where she knew she’d be forced to have sex with the party guests, she immediately covered her face with her arm and looked away as Patrick approached her.

She didn’t dare say anything in case Patrick would recognize her voice, and she hoped that the dim lighting in the room would keep him from clearly seeing her face.

Dean said that Patrick wouldn’t know it was her because he was drunk and on ecstasy, and so far, that has remained true.

Her heart sank when she heard Dean say, “Anything,” and her son asked him, “Anything?”.

No! What perverse thing would her son want to do to her?

Beth was suddenly very afraid when she saw Patrick whisper something to Dean, which made them both laugh, and then Dean motioned to Eddie for some help.

Eddie and Dean tied Beth’s hands together over her head to the headboard as Patrick started to get undressed.

Beth started shaking in fear as she tried to imagine what was about to happen to her.

Patrick slid his leather belt out of his pants, raised it high over his head and whipped it down hard across both of his mother’s breasts.

“Arrrghhh!” Beth screamed as she vainly tried to move her body away to avoid the next blow.

Whack!

And the next.

Whack!

Beth’s breasts were turning bright red from all the hits.

She wanted to scream out to her son and beg him not to do this, but she couldn’t.

She just had to take it.

And Patrick was in no hurry to stop.

He whipped Beth from her feet, up her legs, across her flat stomach, huge tits and even a few whips on her arms over her head.

He asked Dean and Eddie to spread her legs wide, and at least a dozen whips fell directly on her pussy.

Then they flipped her over onto her stomach, and Patrick whipped her back and ass until his arm got tired.

Dean and Eddie were practically giggling as they flipped Beth back over on her back.

Patrick dropped the belt and started to climb between his mother’s legs.

His cock was rock hard and was balls deep in her pussy with one thrust.

He fucked her while squeezing her breasts so hard her tit-flesh was oozing out between his fingers as he was kissing his Mom on her lips.

Keeping his tongue in her mouth was a super turn-on to him.

It felt so familiar, like he had done it before, but he knew that he had only done that with Emily.

“Ok, my man. Have fun. Don’t forget to fuck her ass, and don’t take too long. There’s a long line behind you. This Fuck-Toy has to pull a long train tonight,” Dean told him.

Dean and Eddie high-fived each other as they exited the room and left Patrick to unknowingly rape his Mother to his heart’s content.

Later that night, when Patrick and Tommy were heading out the door to leave, Dean stopped Patrick and asked if he had had a good time.

Patrick was all smiles as he told Dean it was the best night of his life.

“How’s your girlfriend doing? What’s her name again? Emily?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, she’s ok. But she’s frigid compared to what I got tonight,” Patrick admitted.

“Well, that sucks. Here, give her one of these first. That will loosen her up,” Dean said as he put three ecstasy pills in Patrick’s T-shirt pocket.

Patrick said thanks and then took a chance and asked Dean if it was possible that he could ever get a chance to fuck that stripper again.

Dean smiled and said, “I’m not sure. Maybe. Are you offering anything in trade?”

“Huh?” Patrick said, absolutely confused.

“Don’t get mad at me, dude, but your girlfriend’s really hot. I’d love to have some alone time with her, if you know what I mean,” Dean said, wondering if Patrick would take the bait.

Dean didn’t have to worry about that.

Patrick’s drunk and drugged mind was overflowing with memories of all he did to the “stripper” tonight, and he wanted to do it again more than anything.

“Yes! You can have her. Whenever you want….I don’t know how, though,” Patrick said as he drunkenly tried to concentrate on the conversation. “I’ll do anything you want. Name it. I’d let you have sex with my Mom if I can fuck that stripper again!”

At that, Dean waved at Eddie to come over to them.

“Patrick, can you repeat what you just said?” Dean asked.

“I said that I’d let you have sex with my Mom if I could fuck that stripper again!” Patrick replied.

Hearing this sent Dean and Eddie into hysterics, while Patrick just stood there proudly smiling and thinking that he had made a funny joke.

“My man! Give me your cell phone number. Here’s a packet of roofie powder. Put it in Emily’s drink, and she’ll be asleep for 6 or 7 hours. Then, text me where you are, and I’ll be there. You understand all this, or are you too fucked up?” Dean said.

“No, I get you. We had a class on roofies. I know how it works. I do that, and I can fuck that stripper again?” Patrick asked hopefully.

“Definitely!” Dean told him.

When the party was over, Beth was left lying in bed like a broken doll with teenage cum dripping out of both her ass and pussy, with more cum all over her body and in her hair.

One boy thought it was funny to fuck her armpit, and another pressed his cockhead into her ear before cumming.

There were dozens of deli tickets all over the bed and on the floor.

She found two in her hair later that night while showering.

Her jaw felt dislocated.

Her breasts were throbbing with pain.

Her ass and pussy felt like they were on fire.

Her toes were all stuck together and covered with dried cum.

Several of her hair extensions had been ripped free during the fuck sessions and were on the floor and on the bed.

She could hear someone in the TV room cleaning up.

Beth slowly got out of bed.

Except for her mask, she was naked.

Even her slutty boots were taken off sometime during the night, and she didn’t see them anywhere in the room.

The clock next to the bed said 12:15 AM.

When she stumbled out of the bedroom, she saw that Dean was alone and cleaning up the room.

Except for a few cans on the kitchen table, the house was all picked up.

Dean didn’t stop cleaning to talk to her but said, “Good job Fuck-Toy. That party was fantastic! You should feel really proud of yourself,” he said sarcastically, trying to hurt her with his words.

He took off her mask and gently wiped the black makeup off around her eyes with a warm, wet towel.

“Here’s your jacket. I’ll walk you to your car,” he said as he helped her put her leather jacket on, but nothing else.

Beth didn’t speak.

She just constantly stumbled while she walked barefoot slowly along the sidewalk to her car as she felt some of the enormous amounts of sperm deposited in her pussy start to trickle out of her pussy slit.

Dean stopped her at her car, opened up her jacket, ran his hand along her flat stomach, and spoke into her face, making sure she heard every word.

“There’s at least 40 loads of cum in this belly. How does it feel? You feel full? Maybe even 50 or 60! Maybe not, though. I wasn’t watching everything that went on in the bedroom, but I know a lot of guys had seconds and thirds. Patrick had fourths, I believe. So maybe. But your ass got very popular at the end of the night from all the comments I heard. Who knows how many loads you have there? That kid Tommy said there were 15 kids from Patrick’s class that he invited here tonight. 15! Shit. Think about that the next time you have a party for Patrick at your house. Think about how you probably fucked or sucked most of his friends as you ask them if there is anything you can get for them the next time they are over! Guarantee you took the virginity of all of them, and most of my friends, too.

They’re going to talk about you and this night for the rest of their lives. And Patrick! Holy shit, he really loves to fuck you. He’s got a real thing for you. I’d like to take a psychology class to help me figure out what’s up with that. Eddie also told me that your son fucked you up the ass two times,” he told Beth with the intent to try and make her feel like the absolute worst person imaginable.

Dean opened her car door and sat her down in the driver’s seat.

All the boy’s cum in her pussy never stopped dripping out and started to pool under her lap.

She absent-mindedly thought it was good that her leather jacket was waterproof, or it would be all over the fabric of her seat.

Dean looked around to make sure no one could see, unbuckled his pants and took out his hard cock as he said, “You might have noticed that I didn’t get taken care of. I was the Host and put my guests first. But you can suck me off now.”

Without any emotion or hesitation, Beth stayed in the front seat, leaned out of the car and took Dean’s cock in her mouth.

Dean wrapped his hands through her long blonde hair and around her head while she sucked him.

It didn’t take long before Beth felt the warm jets of his cum spurt into her mouth.

When he was done, Dean walked away without a word and returned to his house.

After she swallowed his load, she sat back down in her seat and looked for her car keys that she had left in the passenger side visor.

After she started the car to get warm, she took her change of clothes out of the bag on the front seat and put them all on.

She tried her best to slide the cum covered jacket out from under her without making a mess, but it spilled all over the side of the seat.

A big pool of cum rolled into the seatbelt buckle and down between the seat and the center console.

As she sat there, she could feel more boys’ cum leaking out of her pussy enough to make her sweatpants bottom all wet, and she started to cry.

When Beth got home at 1:00 AM, Chris was asleep in front of the TV.

She quietly went upstairs to take a shower.

To her absolute chagrin, as she stepped into her bedroom, she burped and up came the fresh taste and smell of teenage cum.

She forced herself not to puke.

The image of a toilet bowl full of semen and vomit was something she refused to see.

Unfortunately, she burped several more times with the same results.

Beth used almost a whole bottle of baby oil to remove all the slutty temporary tattoos that she had applied before the party began.

Not that she planned on exposing that much exposed skin when Patrick was around, but just in case, she didn’t want him to see any trace of them on her.

That recognition would make him realize what had happened the night before.

She couldn’t even imagine how horrible both their lives would be if he knew that every sick and twisted thing he did tonight was not with Dean’s stripper girlfriend but with his own blackmailed Mom.

After the shower, she put on pajamas and went back downstairs to wake Chris.

When they got to bed, Chris rolled over and started to playfully squeeze her breasts and kiss her neck.

Beth was dreading what she knew was coming.

Chris then pulled his pajama bottoms down and asked her for a blowjob like last night.

Beth held back her tears and didn’t say a word.

She only opened her sore jaws, took him in her mouth and swallowed everything that he gave to her.

When Chris offered to do the same for her, she politely declined, saying she was too tired and goodnight.

Sunday morning: Blackmail Day 30

Beth was alone, lying in her bed and staring at the ceiling.

She could hear Chris on his riding mower cutting the grass in the front yard.

All she could think about was the party last night.

Specifically, her son and what he did to her.

My sweet angel!

The look of joy on his face as he did those things to me.

He was so happy to inflict pain, to hear me cry out.

Beth moved her hands up and cupped her breasts.

They both throbbed in pain when she touched them, and her nipples were too sore to touch.

Patrick wasn’t responsible for how badly abused her whole luscious body looked and felt like today.

No, that blame was spread out amongst 30 or more other boys.

But Patrick and what he did to her were all Beth was thinking about now.

Patrick twisted my breasts in his hands without mercy.

Sucked and bit my nipples so hard until I was screaming.

He whipped me with his belt.

Beth pulled the blanket off her and lifted her pajama top up to her neck so she could look at her breasts and stomach.

They were still red with whip marks from Patrick’s belt on her skin.

Why did he even want to whip me like that?

To me or to anyone?

Where did that idea even come from?

Did he always think like that, but keep it hidden?

Do all men secretly think like that and act out when they have the chance?

He fucked me while my hands were tied over my head.

Kissed my mouth constantly.

His tongue never left my mouth unless it was to suck my breasts.

But then his hands went around my throat!

Patrick started choking me!

I couldn’t breathe and started to panic.

I was about to call out his name and tell him to stop.

But his groin kept banging against my clit as he fucked me.

I couldn’t help it!

It wasn’t my fault!

He made me cum while he was choking me.

I came so hard.

Why? Why would my body betray me like that?

What kind of a monster am I?

He could tell I was cumming too.

That was what triggered his own orgasm in my vagina.

Beth rubbed her eyes to try to keep what happened next out of her mind, but she couldn’t.

I saw Patrick pull his penis out of me and sit on my breasts with his still dripping penis directly over my closed mouth.

“Open your mouth!” he yelled at me.

Before giving me a chance, he slapped me across my face.

And then again.

And again.

Over and over until both my cheeks were stinging and my ears were ringing.

“You fucking cunt!” he then said as he turned around, straddled my face and told me to lick his balls while he squeezed and twisted my breasts.

My gentle and kind son was an abusive and hurtful beast!

“Lick my asshole!” he commanded me without the slightest hesitation or uncertainty in his voice.

And I did.

Like all the other men I had done that for recently, I licked and sucked on my son’s asshole like the nastiest kind of whore he thought I was.

Then I remember my son’s next words with crystal clarity.

“Fucking awesome. I can’t believe you’re doing that! Rollover, you fucking slut. I’m going to fuck your ass. Do you remember when a guy stuck three fingers in your ass while you were blowing Dean in his car? That was me, you fucking whore-bag! Now I’m going to fuck that ass. But let's see if I can get four fingers in you this time. Or maybe my whole hand.”

Patrick could get the tips of all 5 of his fingers in my ass, but my asshole wouldn’t open up enough for his whole hand, despite how hard he tried, thank goodness.

I don’t think my screaming in pain was any deterrent, though.

I can remember how cold his hands felt when he then straddled my thighs and spread my ass cheeks.

“Your tattoo says “rape me” with an arrow pointing to your asshole. Is that what you want me to do, slut.”

I couldn’t speak, so I just urged my ass up at him like I was begging him to do it.

Why didn’t I just stay still or shake my head “no”?

I knew why.

Because if Eddie found out that I didn’t act like a whore, he’d hurt me even more later.

That was when Dean opened the bedroom door and asked Patrick how it was going.

Patrick answered by punching my ass cheeks several times as hard as he could.

“Tenderizing her ass, I see. Good idea. Why don’t you open her ass up first with this, though?” I heard Dean say.

I remember feeling something hitting my legs, but with my face in the mattress and my hair covering my head, I couldn’t see anything when I tried looking behind me.

I remember praying that it wasn’t a bottle.

But that would have been better than what I got.

I found out later that it was that god-damn dragon dildo.

I could feel something press into my ass, and then Patrick repositioned himself on my legs.

I heard Dean say, “On three? You’re going to really have to slam it hard to get it into her like that.”

Then I heard both Dean and my son count down, “1, 2, 3!”

Patrick must have tried shoving the whole thing in my ass in one motion!

It felt like someone had put a red-hot poker in my colon.

Thank god I passed out before he finished getting the whole thing inside me.

When I woke, Patrick was fucking my ass like his life depended on it, and the dragon dildo was in my mouth.

God, I can still remember the horrid taste of my own asshole on it and in my mouth!

After Patrick orgasmed inside me, he got up and left the room like I didn’t exist.

That’s when Eddie untied my wrists and rolled me over on my back.

Then I heard Dean say, “Now serving number 2!”

I can’t blame Patrick, though.

He was drunk and on drugs.

He didn’t know it was me.

I wasn’t allowed to say anything.

He had been told that I was a stripper and wanted to be abused in any way possible.

If I had been an ordinary woman and said he was hurting me, he would have stopped.

I know he would have.

Right?

Yes!

He wouldn’t have been there at all if it weren’t for Dean.

And if it wasn’t for me starting everything by making love to Matt….

But Dean and Eddie were manipulating Patrick through all this.

Urging him to do things that he never would have done by himself.

I have to end this before they can corrupt my darling baby anymore!

One more week!

Seven more days until I drug those three bastards, erase what’s on their phones, and reverse blackmail them to end all this madness.

It was only that hope that kept Beth from falling into total despair.

Shortly after noon, Patrick came home from his friend Tommy’s house.

An overwhelming fear and anxiety overcame Beth when she saw that Patrick wouldn’t even look her in the eyes or say hello.

“He knows! Oh my god, NO! He knows it was me last night!” Beth thought as she literally started shaking in her own kitchen, waiting for Patrick to accuse her and demand to know what was going on.

Instead, Patrick looked at her sheepishly and said, “Mom, Mrs. Collins is out by her car, and she wants to speak to you.”

“About?” Beth asked him.

“Well….we kinda went to a party last night with Tommy’s brother, and Mrs. Collins found out and wants to tell you about it,” Patrick said while looking down at the floor.

Partially relieved but still scared that more was coming, Beth told him, “Don’t leave this kitchen!” and went out to talk to Mrs. Collins.

“Hello, Lauren. Is there something wrong? Patrick told me just now something about a party?” Beth asked Tommy’s mother.

“Yes. I'm very sorry I have to tell you this, but my two boys took your son to a party last night. And there was drinking. And….. a stripper,” Tammy said, looking aghast.

“No!” Beth said, trying to sound shocked.

“Yes!” Lauren continued. “All three boys came home around midnight. They were drunk and acting stupid. Best night of their lives, they said. The stripper might have done inappropriate things by the way they were talking, or it was just nonsense boy talk. I can’t tell. They didn’t seem hurt, so I didn’t call you at that hour. I’m punishing my boys, and I wanted you to know what happened. I’m sorry. I’ll have my sons over here in an hour to apologize to you and your husband.”

“No!” Beth almost shouted out to her at that. The odds of Tommy and his brother recognizing her would be greater the sooner they saw her. Beth couldn’t risk that. “No, that’s alright. My husband has a lot going on at work. Good things, and I don’t want to bother him about this now. I’ll punish Patrick and tell Chris later next week. That’s best for us, please.”

“Well, of course. Anything you say. Again, I’m sorry,” Lauren said.

“I know, and I appreciate it. But it wasn’t your fault,” Beth replied.

Beth stood in front of Patrick, trying to look stern and angry rather than beaten and embarrassed.

The clothes she purposely wore today were conservative, completely covering her body, and didn’t have the slightest hint of being sexy in any way.

Beth was also without any jewelry or makeup, and her long blonde hair and the bruises on her neck were covered with a scarf.

“I’m not telling your Father. He has too much going on right now at work to be worried about you doing something stupid like this. Don’t ever do something like this again. No TV for two weeks,” Beth said.

Normally, the punishment would have been much harsher, and she knew that Patrick hardly ever watched TV, but she didn’t want Patrick to have nothing to do other than replay the events of last night in his head.

“The more distractions, like how he totally immerses himself in online gaming, the better in that regard,” she thought.

“Two weeks?” Patrick complained anyway.

“You want me to ask your father how many weeks?” Beth asked while knowing the response.

“Ok,” Patrick said as he went to his room.

Later, Beth picked Matt up at his house, and they both went to buy the drugs that she needed from Cato at the address he had given them.

“So who is this Cato, anyway?” Beth asked.

“The story is that he was a semi-pro soccer player, got a pro contract, but blew out his knee before actually playing pro, retired, got hooked on pain meds, got off them and learned how to make a ton of money off of sports steroids,” Dean replied. “And like I said, he also sells other stuff too.”

“What’s at the address he gave you?” she asked.

“It’s his apartment,” Matt said.

“His apartment?” Beth asked incredulously.

“His apartment. He says that he only sells to friends of people he knows, and if we were Feds, it wouldn’t matter where we meet him, so he might as well be comfortable doing it.” Matt replied.

“That’s kinda of fucked up, I think,” Beth said.

“Just add it to our fucked up list, I guess,” Matt said with a laugh.

There was a long pause before Matt spoke again.

“Beth, I uh… heard about the party last night. From several friends this morning. I assume that was you?” Matt asked delicately.

Beth pulled the car over and tried to explain what had happened, but she started weeping before she got halfway through.

“Hey, I get it. You didn’t have any choice,” Matt said, trying to comfort her. “I just wanted to let you know that I know you had to do whatever they asked. Let's end all this as quickly as we can, Ok?”

“Yes,” Beth said as she dried her eyes and started driving again.

Cato’s apartment was beautiful.

Beth proposed her deal, and he accepted.

She paid the money and got the drugs that she hoped would allow her to end her blackmail.

A few houses away from Matt’s home, she stopped the car and thanked Matt for all his support through this.

“Remember, since Dean makes the schedule at your work, ask him tonight for this Friday, Saturday and Sunday off. Make sure to tell him that you’re going on a fishing trip with Patrick and his dad all weekend,” Beth said with a smile.

They kissed gently on the lips, and Matt got out and walked home.

Beth stored the drugs in a locked box in the basement and started to make dinner.

Monday: Blackmail Day 31

As Beth prepared herself to be today’s entertainment, she received the expected text.

“Wear something clean-looking. Sheer or transparent”

Feeling slightly exhilarated that this was going to be the last week of ever doing this again, Beth almost enthusiastically put on the closest thing she had to the request.

It was a short white bathrobe that was so sheer it was easy to see through it the few faint whip marks on her skin from the whipping Patrick gave her.

It barely covered her ass.

Around the edges of the material was a white snowflake design.

She put on a white headband to keep her long blonde hair out of her face and finished it off with a pair of white slippers that each had a white puffball over her toes.

After applying makeup and perfume, she looked at herself in the mirror.

Under any other circumstances, she would be pleased with how adorable she looked.

“Maybe I’ll wear this for Matt someday,” she thought.

But right now, she wanted to get this day over as soon as possible.

It was only Dean today.

Beth was going to ask where the other two were, but never got the chance.

Dean handed her the dragon dildo and told her to add it to her collection.

After going up to her bedroom, he lay down next to her in her bed.

Dean undid the bathrobe, pulled one side away, and exposed her right breast.

He just looked closely at her skin and commented on the whip marks from Patrick’s belt that were still visible.

“I still can’t believe he whipped you like that. Your own son, too,” Dean said.

It was clear to Beth that Dean wanted to review what happened at his party and humiliate her further.

“What did it feel like?” he asked her as he started to roll her clit between his fingers.

Beth’s mouth opened, and she let out a soft sigh.

Incredibly, what Dean was doing to her felt good.

“It hurt,” she told him honestly.

Meanwhile, Dean's tongue gently danced over her now stiffening nipples.

“But he did make you cum. How many times and when,” Dean asked as he gently pinched her clit, trying only to give her pleasure.

“I hate you so much,” Beth whispered as Dean's fingers ran up and down her now soaking wet pussy lips.

“When he was on top of me and when he was licking my pussy,” Beth admitted.

“This pussy?” Eddie asked as he got two fingers in her while rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Against her will, her body responded to Dean’s touch, and she lifted her pussy up to increase the pressure of his hand against her clit.

Her sudden orgasm caught her totally by surprise.

“Wow. It took me less than 3 minutes to make you cum. Are you sure you hate me? That doesn’t add up, does it?” Dean asked her with a laugh as he moved down between her legs to make her cum more times with his mouth.



A few hours later, Dean was getting dressed, and he said, “Eleven. I made you cum eleven times. That’s a new record for us. And you hate me. I must be really, really good.”

Beth covered her head with a pillow in shame while Dean went into her bathroom, shut the door and took a look at her birth control pills.

It was a new package.

Yesterday’s pill was gone, but today’s was still there, so he popped it out and put it in his pocket.

Dean knew by now that she takes her pills at night, and he was getting off on the idea that all his messing around with her pills would leave her fertile and able to get pregnant.

It’s been a month since they started blackmailing her, and unless she had her menstrual period over and done with on a weekend so he didn’t notice, she was late.

“That would be so fucking funny if she’s pregnant!” Dean thought sadistically.

Dean came out of the bathroom and said with a grand flourish, “I almost took a piss the normal way. I forgot how much I enjoy using my blonde Fuck-Toy urinal. Put your robe and slippers back on and come here.”

Beth got dressed as asked, then assumed her position and knelt down in the shower with her mouth open.

Dean took a long piss as he aimed his hot, yellow urine all over Beth’s face and tits.

He forced himself to stop and put most of his soft cock into her mouth before starting to piss again.

Beth did her best to swallow all he gave her, but most of it shot out of the corners of her mouth and covered her breasts like Dean always liked.

When the sheer bathrobe got wet, it wrapped around her breasts tightly, and Dean aimed the last of his piss stream directly at Beth’s stiff nipples that were trying to poke through the fabric.

“Fucking amazing as always, Fuck-Toy. You have Eddie tomorrow and Brody on Wednesday, and then all of us on Thursday and Friday, I think,” Dean told her.

“Oh my god!” Beth thought, “Let this week be the end of it, please!”

But, to Dean, she only said, “Ok,” while licking his balls.

And then Dean left her covered in his urine in her shower and kneeling in his piss.

A few hours after Beth had cleaned up, Patrick came home from school.

Beth barely talked to him like she normally did and went out of her way to avoid him.

She was both embarrassed and angry at him and herself, and just couldn’t stand even looking at him so soon after what he did to her.

He was trying to tell her something, but Beth ignored him and told him that she was going to the grocery store and would be back in a few hours.

After she left, Patrick shrugged his shoulders.

He was trying to tell her that he had made plans for Emily to come over and wanted to make sure that it was still ok.

Emily was at a friend’s house two streets away and was walking over now.

Patrick was also supposed to ask his Mom to give her a ride home.

When Emily got to his house, she was in a very good mood.

She told him that Mr. Adams, a friend of Patrick’s dad, for whom she babysits, was going to take her shopping for her birthday to buy fancy outfits that she would need for babysitting at special events coming up.

Patrick was also in a very good mood, but it was a horny one.

He couldn’t get the memories of fucking that stripper out of his mind, and he hoped that Emily would take care of him today.

And after he told her that they had the house to themselves for a few hours, it looked like Emily wanted to have sex too.

Patrick took her upstairs to his parents' bedroom because he wanted to do it on a bigger bed.

Once they got naked, Patrick spread Emily’s legs and started licking her pussy.

Emily was ecstatic at that.

It was her favorite thing.

But it wasn’t as good as when Mr. Adams did it to her, and Patrick stopped before making her cum.

“No, a little more, please,” she asked, but Patrick had already positioned himself between her legs and started roughly thrusting himself into her while kissing her on her lips.

Just when Emily had adjusted to his sudden entry, Patrick grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it as hard as he had done to the “stripper” a few nights before.

The “stripper” moaned and fucked him back harder after he did that, but not Emily.

She broke the kiss and yelled “Owww!” right into Patrick’s face as she pushed his hand away.

Patrick only replaced his hand on her tit with his mouth while his other hand wrapped itself around Emily’s neck.

The harder he fucked her, the harder his grip was on her throat.

Poor Emily couldn’t breathe and started to beat her fists against the back of Patrick’s head to try to make him stop.

He would have stopped, but he was so close to cumming that he just ignored her punches and flooded her pussy with his cum.

After he rolled off her, Emily began crying and quickly got out of bed.

“Don’t! Ever! DO THAT AGAIN!” she screamed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?? I couldn’t breathe!”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Patrick halfheartedly said, “I thought you were enjoying it.”

“No, I wasn’t!” Emily said as she got dressed. “When is your mother getting back? I want to go home.”

Patrick then spent the next 30 minutes apologizing and promising that it would never happen again.

Emily calmed down after that, and they spent the remaining time having fun in the kitchen and eating snacks until Beth got back.

After Emily gave Patrick a curt goodbye kiss, Beth drove Emily home.

Patrick went up to his room and looked at the drugs that Dean had given him at the party.

“Maybe I should have given her the ecstasy today?” he wondered.

But he didn’t, because he was scared.

Additionally, he was unsure of how it would affect her or how long it would last.

He also didn’t want his mother mad at him any more than she already was if she came home and found Emily all drugged up.

“Maybe Wednesday,” Patrick thought.

He was supposed to go over to Emily’s on Wednesday, and they would be alone for a few hours until her Mom got home.

Tuesday: Blackmail Day 32

This morning’s text read: “30 minutes. Naked. Be in bed with your ass up.”

As always, Beth dreaded being alone with Eddie the most.

He was always brutal and cruel, and his main goal, besides cumming inside her, was to inflict as much pain as he could without leaving any marks.

But in one way, he was the easiest because he also didn’t care about her being dressed like a whore as Dean did.

Eddie just wanted to fuck her, and anything in the way, like clothes, was a bother to him.

When Eddie walked into her bedroom, Beth was naked in bed on her knees with her face down and her ass up like instructed.

She had lubed both her pussy and asshole in preparation for today’s assault on her body.

Especially her ass.

Eddie’s cock was a thick and long 9 inches, and he loved fucking her ass more than anything else.

Today’s “session” was reasonably quick.

Eddie brutally fucked Beth in her ass for an hour.

He came twice.

After the first time, he only paused for a minute, never took his dick out, and then started fucking her ass again just as violently as before.

When he was done, Eddie got dressed and left without saying a word to Beth the entire time he was there.

Beth realized after he left that she didn’t even look at his face.

It was unsettling thinking that if she didn’t know Eddie’s sexual mannerisms, it could have been anyone that fucked her just now.

Wednesday morning: Blackmail Day 33

Beth didn’t sleep at all last night.

She kept dreaming of Patrick whipping her naked body while she was hanging from a branch of the tree in front of her house.

And then Chris joined him.

And then Matt.

And then her father.

Soon, there was a crowd of men all around her, all whipping her with their belts until her skin was torn off, and she woke up screaming.

Chris strongly suggested that she call her doctor to find out what’s been behind all these nightmares.

Beth told Chris that she would, but knew that she wouldn’t.

Later in the morning, when Beth received a text at 9:30, simply saying “30 min, mommy,” she knew that Brody was back in town.

For a split second, she wondered where he'd been, but then realized that she didn’t care and went to put on some clothes that a young man with a mommy fetish would enjoy.

This time, Beth set up the nanny cam in her bedroom.

She didn’t have any good video of Brody raping Emily, and she hoped that the threat of revealing the recording of whatever went on here today would be enough to make Brody back off and leave her alone.

When Brody walked through the back door and into the kitchen, he handed Beth two plastic pouches filled with a semi-frozen white liquid and two baby bottles.

Beth looked at Brody with an unmistakable look of confusion on her face, but Brody just said he’d be in bed waiting to be fed.

Beth figured out that Brody had somehow gotten himself two pouches full of mother’s milk.

She had heard about women selling it online for mothers who needed it, and assumed that Brody had gotten his hands on some.

With her head bowed in disgust, Beth prepared and warmed both bottles, then brought one upstairs to feed the 19-year-old, 225-pound “baby.”

Brody had already stripped and put on a modified adult diaper, and he was waiting for Beth in her bed.

He had her open her breastfeeding bra and started sucking on her nipples like usual, but this time he’d move his head and occasionally start sucking milk from the bottle in Beth’s hand.

After finishing one bottle, he told Beth to burp him and then jerk him off in his diaper.

After that, Brody pissed in his diaper and had her change him before having the second bottle.

One more quick jerk off into the clean diaper, and Brody got dressed and left.

After cleaning up, Beth lay back in bed and shook her head at the madness her life had become. Instead of feeling helpless, she felt energized, knowing that it was soon coming to an end.

Wednesday afternoon: Blackmail Day 33

Emily decided to break up with Patrick after he was so rough with her the last time they had sex.

But as the day wore on and she and Patrick were walking to her house after getting off the school bus, she started to feel scared.

Would he be angry with her when she told him it was over?

He hurt her on Monday when they were a happy couple.

Would he hurt her even more now if they weren’t?

She’d also be alone for several hours with him until her mom got home from work.

And her mom had even invited him to stay for dinner.

She wanted to call Mr. Adams for help or advice, but didn’t want him to think she was a baby.

Maybe she should have sex with Patrick first and then break up with him?

That way, he’d be in a good mood.

Meanwhile, Patrick’s mind was full of ideas on how he would give the ecstasy pill to Emily.

He looked up online and found a suggestion to crush it up and put it into something sweet.

So he brought two cupcakes that she loved from his house and carefully kept them from getting crushed in his locker all day.

They were in his backpack as they walked to her house.

When he was alone in her kitchen, he took one of the few remaining viagra pills that he had taken from his father.

Then he crushed up the ecstasy pill for Emily and mixed it into the frosting on top of the cupcake.

After she ate the whole thing, he just waited patiently until the drugs kicked in.

It didn’t take long for Emily to start to be in an excellent mood.

This pill was a mix of ecstasy, ketamine and a few other drugs that made raping an unsuspecting woman easier.

Patrick didn’t know it, but it was from the same batch that Dean had obtained from Ross in exchange for Emily.

This pill was strong enough to really fuck up Brody, Eddie and Beth’s heads for a few hours when they each took one.

The pill worked as planned because now, unlike Monday, Emily was receptive to whatever Patrick wanted to do to her.

And Patrick wanted to recreate everything that he remembered doing at the party on Saturday night.

Patrick started kissing her, and when Emily didn’t immediately push his hand away like usual when he began feeling her breasts over her T-shirt, he knew he was going to have a good time soon.

Patrick pulled her T-shirt up to her neck and then slid his hand down her flat stomach and under her yoga pants and panties to finger her pussy.

He was too young to notice or appreciate that Emily didn’t have an extra ounce of fat on her slender teenage body.

Except for her breasts, though, they weren’t “fat” but rather full and round.

Patrick was unable to free them from the confines of her bra.

Emily started giggling at his failure and took her bra off for him.

Patrick dropped to his knees as he pulled down her pants and started licking her pussy as soon as it was in the open.

Even though she only had some sparse blonde pubic hair, Patrick didn’t like any of it after his mouth experienced the totally bare and baby-smooth pussy of the stripper from the party.



After they both got naked, Patrick sat on the couch in the TV room, spread his legs, and told Emily to blow him.

Once she was kneeling between his legs, he grabbed her by her long blond ponytail and used it to pull her head vigorously up and down on his cock.

Then he pushed her head down into his groin until his cock was in her throat and punched her several times in the back of her head.

Then he yanked her head back until his cock was free from her mouth and started slapping her face repeatedly until she started crying.

The sight of her blonde hair as it was whipping around and over her face after each slap was the memory he most wanted to recreate.

He had done that to “Emily” the first time they had sex and again with the “Stripper.”

He loved doing that.

Poor Emily had no idea what was going on and just did whatever Patrick asked her to.

She knew that Patrick was choking her with his penis and then slapping her face, but by the time her drugged mind could comprehend and make an attempt to stop what was happening, Patrick had moved on to do something else to her.



Patrick got up, took a wooden chair from the kitchen, and put it in front of the TV.

He told Emily to sit on the chair and rub her pussy while he went back to the kitchen and returned with an empty wine bottle that he noticed had been rinsed and was next to the sink to be recycled.

Patrick kneeled between Emily’s slender legs and slowly started to rub the bottle’s mouth up and down over her slit.

“Squeeze your tits,” Patrick told her, and as she did, he pushed more and more of the neck into her pussy.

“How does that feel?” he asked her.

“I don’t..good, I guess….Oww! Too much! Stop, please!” Emily cried out when Patrick suddenly put more of the unyielding glass bottle inside her than her little teen pussy would allow.

At that point, Patrick started getting angry as he had before when Emily reacted differently from how it had gone with the stripper.

Then he remembered what Eddie did.

“Ok, fine. Turn around and sit on the chair, so your ass is hanging over the seat,” Patrick demanded as he took the wine bottle from her hands.

“Huh? You mean like this?” Emily asked as she tried her best to comply with whatever Patrick asked of her and rotated herself around so that she was sitting on her thighs with her cute little butt hanging over the edge.

“Perfect!” Patrick said as he pressed the open mouth of the wine bottle that was wet with her pussy juice into Emily’s tiny little asshole.

As he pushed it into her, he rotated it in his hands like he thought he remembered Eddie doing to the stripper with a beer bottle.

“Arrrghhh!” Emily yelled as she tried to stand up to escape the sudden pain from the hard wine bottle entering her rectum, but Eddie grabbed her by her ponytail and forced her to sit back down, which sent it even deeper inside her.

Emily’s whole body started shaking, and she was constantly crying as she begged Patrick to take it out.

Which he did, but only to quickly replace it with his hard cock.

Emily noticed the change, but it was only a different kind of anal agony, so she never stopped crying.

Patrick fucked Emily’s ass so hard that he almost tipped the chair forward and into the TV as he slammed himself repeatedly into her.

Just as he started to cum, Patrick grabbed Emily’s D-cup tits and squeezed and twisted them around as hard as he could and in the same way as he remembered doing from the party.

“But her breasts don’t feel the same as that stripper’s did,” thought Patrick.

Emily’s breasts were large enough to fill his hand, but were very firm with tiny, hard nipples.

The stripper’s breasts, in comparison, were overflowing in his hands and very kneadable, and her nipples were more prominent and more supple.

Patrick didn’t think he would ever forget how amazing that stripper’s breasts felt in his hands.

He collapsed backward onto the couch, leaving poor Emily to grip the back of the chair to keep from falling off it while her ass hung over the seat.

Patrick tilted his head down to get a better view of her bottom and laughed when he saw his cum dripping out of her tiny and now bright red asshole.

“I…I didn’t like that…Patrick,” Emily said quietly in between sobs.

“I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you,” Patrick said as he put the dirty wine bottle back next to the sink, gathered their clothes and took her up to her bedroom.

A few hours later, they were back on the couch, fully dressed and watching TV.

Patrick had his arm around Emily, and she was nuzzling happily against his chest.

Initially, he had fucked Emily in her bed just as hard and viciously as he had fucked the stripper at the party.

Patrick even tied Emily’s hands over her head to the headboard and fucked her pussy while squeezing her tits the same way as well.

But no matter how hard he tried, and he really tried, he couldn’t get her tit-flesh to ooze out between his fingers like the stripper’s breasts did.

After cumming in her pussy he left her tied up as he lay next to her and let his fingers run all over her as he kissed every inch of her perfect 4’7” teen body.

Kissing Emily on her lips was also disappointing, though.

Her lips were tight and resisting.

The stripper’s lips and mouth were so full and soft.

Patrick felt like he was melting into her while they kissed, and the way their tongues danced together was magical to him.

When his cock started to come back to life, Patrick flipped Emily over to finish one more time in her ass.

He didn’t whip her, though.

He would have, but he wasn’t wearing a belt today.

After he had exhausted his dick inside her, Patrick used Emily’s unresisting but receptive body to teach himself how to give a woman an orgasm by using his mouth.

Patrick was very proud of himself with the results.

He thought she had two big ones and three little ones before he stopped.

On her last orgasm of the night, Emily pushed his head into her pussy and cried out Mr. Adams’ name as she came, but Patrick didn’t notice.

Emily didn’t remember any of the violent fucking Patrick did to her during the first part of the day.

She knew that they had sex, and it hurt, but by the time the drugs had worn off, all she clearly remembered was at the end when Patrick had given her one amazing orgasm after another.

When Emily’s mom, Maddie, got home, she was delighted when Patrick helped make dinner and did the dishes afterward as well.

Maddie told Emily that he was the “perfect gentleman.”

Emily apologized to them both for not being more helpful but said that she was suddenly exhausted and might be getting a migraine.

When Patrick’s dad came to pick him up, Patrick gave Emily a gentle kiss on the lips goodbye.

Emily’s last thought before she fell asleep in bed was, “Why didn’t I break up with him like I planned?”

Thursday morning: Blackmail Day 34

“So everything is still good for your fishing weekend with Patrick,” Beth asked her husband hopefully.

“Yes, all set. It would be great to return to the old family cabin again. It’s been a long time. I used to practically live there when I was a teenager and every summer during college,” Chris replied.

“Yes, it’s beautiful. Patrick was little the last time we were all there. I love how close it is to the lake. We should all go next summer,” Beth suggested.

Later in the morning, as she was getting out of the shower, she got the expected text: “45 minutes. Something crazy”

“Crazy?” As she looked at her outfits, Beth thought to herself, “I will give you fucking crazy!”

Today, her goal was to be absolutely wild for the boys and get them excited about being with her over the weekend.

She expected that they would all want to stay overnight with her on Friday or Saturday night, when she could drug them.

And thinking that this might be one of the last times she would be forced to dress up in slutty clothes almost made it fun for her.

Beth went with a red devil theme that would have won her a prize in any sexy Halloween costume contest.

Red high-heels, red fishnet thigh-highs, a sheer red bra and a sheer red short cape that only covered her shoulders and tied together at her neck.

To complete the look, she wore a red and black sparkling devil horn headband and a red and black plastic pitchfork.

Beth held the last piece of the costume in her hand with both fear and disgust.

It was a red devil tail but plug.

She dreaded doing it, but knew that the boys would love it, and that was the goal today, so she coated the plug with lube and gently pressed it into her asshole.

“Yeeaarghhhh!” Beth cried out as she felt the wide base stretch her anal ring out as it passed through, and then she let out a loud sigh when the ring snapped back and held the plug in place.

To say that the boys were ecstatic with her costume was an understatement.

Even Eddie thought the whole thing was super-hot.

He grabbed her by the tail and had her walk backward.

Beth’s toned leg muscles looked fantastic in her high heels as she struggled to keep her balance while walking in them.

Dean asked Eddie to walk her into the living room, where he told her that she needed to leave a red ring from her lipstick at the base of his cock.

“Only at the base! If there’s a speck of lipstick anywhere else on my cock I’m going to whip your ass raw,” Dean threatened her as he took his clothes off.

This was a challenge that Beth had no idea how to perform.

She knew that she’d have to open her mouth as wide as she could and not close it until her lips were at his groin with his whole cock in her mouth.

Because she knew intimately how Dean’s cock curved upward when erect, she asked Dean if she could do it in the 69 position with her on top.

He thought about it for a minute.

At first, Dean was going to say no because he thought that would make it too easy for her.

But then he really wanted to see her devil tail butt plug up close and said, “Yes,” and lay down on the floor.

Beth straddled his face and looked at the hard cock just inches from her mouth.

Dean’s cock was 7 inches long, and Beth was mentally preparing herself for what she had to do.

She figured that to get it all in her mouth without her lips touching it, she had to throw herself forward with her mouth wide open and hope for the best.

But Beth didn’t anticipate Dean expertly licking her pussy as soon as it was over his mouth.

This shattered her concentration, and she rubbed the tip of his cock with her forehead as she struggled to concentrate.

Dean spread her ass cheeks and squeezed them around while he watched the butt plug barely move from the lock her sphincter had on it.

Suddenly, Beth opened her mouth and lunged forward on her hands and knees.

Both Eddie and Brody erupted in cheers and jeers as they watched her succeed.

Beth kept her mouth open and didn’t close it until Dean’s cock was all the way in her throat and her lips were wrapped around the base.

But she didn’t realize until now that the next part would be the hardest.

She couldn’t move backward at the same speed.

Incredibly, Beth opened her mouth wide and slowly moved back until only the head of Dean’s cock was in her throat.

And then, with a sudden movement that smashed her pussy into Dean’s mouth, Beth’s mouth was free of his cock.

After a quick visual inspection that confirmed no lipstick was on his cock except at the base, Dean gave her a quick golf clap for praise.

Unfortunately for Beth, Eddie wasn’t part of Dean’s “no ass whipping” deal, and after seeing Beth’s full round ass with a devil’s tail stuck in her asshole, that was all he wanted to do.

When Eddie told Beth to lie on top of a footstool, she expected her mouth or pussy to be assaulted.

Instead, Eddie raised his leather belt over his head and slashed it down on her white ass cheeks on either side of the devil’s tail.

By the time he stopped, Beth’s ass was as red as her stockings.

After that, they all went up to Beth’s bedroom, where she fucked them more enthusiastically than she ever had before.

She did everything sexually for them that she had reluctantly learned that they loved.

Eddie was so pleased with her that he didn’t even feel the need to physically or verbally abuse her too much.

The boys stayed so long with her that they didn’t get ready to leave until 30 minutes before Patrick usually got home.

That was when Dean told her that he had heard from Matt that she’d be home alone this weekend and that she should plan on them all staying over with her on Friday and Saturday night.

Beth tried to look discouraged, not gleeful, when he told her this.

“Chris is probably going to be home in the morning. I’ll text you when they all leave,” she said, trying to sound as emotionless as possible.

“Everything was going to plan,” she thought happily.

Thursday night: Blackmail Day 34

Beth picked Matt up down the street from his house to go over what needed to be done this weekend.

He would be on call and waiting for her text.

Matt had just gotten his license, and if he couldn’t borrow one of his parents’ cars, he’d ride his bike to her house and be there between 5 and 15 minutes, depending.

As soon as she gave the roofies to Dean and the others, she would text or call Matt to come to her house.

Then, he would unlock the boys' phones with their thumbprints, and Matt would then have access to delete all the videos and photos that they had of Beth.

Matt would also be able to delete it from any online storage as well.

Beth was still working out the full details on what would happen after that.

When she implemented the second half of her plan to protect herself, Matt and her family, the boys would be furious and very dangerous.

But she had to.

She had to make it so the boys wouldn’t dare to even interact with her ever again.



She looked at Matt and smiled, thinking to herself that he had never asked her for anything and was always willing to help her.

And here he was again, knowing all the horrible things that she had done, but not judging her.

Incredibly, he didn’t blame her at all.

Matt looked at Beth’s smiling face and felt himself start to melt like he always did whenever he looked into her deep blue eyes.

Beth’s plan sounded good to him, and he was enthusiastic about getting the chance to finally help her because he still felt responsible for everything that had happened to her.

If he hadn’t convinced Patrick to invite Dean that night of the party, none of this would be necessary.

“Why does her mouth always look so sexy?” Matt wondered to himself.

“So full and red and shiny, amazing. And her perfume drives me crazy. Shit! I’m getting a hard-on here in her car. She always does that to me!” He thought, unable to keep himself from smiling.

“What’s that smile for?” Beth asked him.

“It’s just what always happens to me whenever I’m near you for too long, I guess,” Matt answered, smiling even more.

“You guess, huh?” Beth said, matching his smile. “Can you wait until after this weekend? I’m too stressed out right now.”

“Oh, of course! I wasn’t asking. I was just…” Matt started to say, but Beth stopped him by kissing him on the lips.

“I know. Thank you,” she told him.

“And I still have to give you your birthday gift, too. It needs to be something spectacular, I think,” Beth said, smiling as he got out of her car.

When she got home, Chris was in the garage putting the fishing equipment into his new truck.

“I’m taking tomorrow off, so we’ll leave as soon as Patrick gets home from school. We should be there at the cottage in time to unpack and make dinner,” Chris told her.

“Sounds good to me, honey,” Beth said.

Friday: Blackmail Day 35

With two kisses and a wave, Beth said goodbye to Chris and Patrick as they left for a weekend of fishing and father-son bonding.

Then she went and retrieved the Roofie packets that she had in a locked box in the basement.

She didn’t know where or when she would have the opportunity to drug the boys, so she had multiple packets hidden at various places in her house.

Mainly around the liquor, food, and drink areas.

Beth was nervous.

What if this didn’t work?

What would they do to her if they found out what she was planning?

Her hands were shaking.

“Might as well get this over with,” she thought as she texted the boys that she was alone.

A few minutes later, she got a text back saying, " Wear something sexy, classy and expensive-looking. High heels, perfume, makeup, lots of jewelry. Hair up like at a fancy party.”

She assumed it was from Dean.

His texts were always that de***********ive.

But if Beth had been paying attention, she would have seen it was from Eddie.

So instead of being concerned about who sent it, she did as she was told and got ready with enthusiasm.

She would make herself look so fantastic that the boys wouldn’t notice whatever she put in their drinks!

Before getting dressed, she rubbed moisturizer all over her body so that her perfect skin shone in the light.

Beth then chose white for tonight’s outfit.

She had sheer white thigh-highs with a light sheen and a sexy white line up the back.

The part of the thigh-highs that wrapped around her sexy things had an ornate pattern to it.

White stiletto high heels, but not so ridiculously high that she couldn’t walk comfortably.

White garter but no panties.

An ornate white bra that was sheer enough at the cups that her nipples could easily be seen, with fancy white trim and straps that matched the garter.

It would have looked perfect for a romantic and sexy honeymoon night.

She put her hair up high with a white lace bow, and left curly strands of long blond hair to fall down around her face and shoulders.

Beth put on fake eyelashes and applied her makeup in the classiest way possible, complete with glossy red lipstick.

For jewelry, she wore a rhinestone ankle chain and another on her wrist.

And two necklaces.

One was draped around her waist, and the other around her neck.

The one on her neck was a choker with a lariat that fell down and got lost between her massive cleavage.

When Beth looked at herself in the mirror, she was stunned.

She was so beautiful and sexy that she didn’t recognize herself.

With a confident smile, she turned around and walked out of her bedroom.

While she was putting on her thigh-highs, Beth never heard the sound of someone opening the back door to her house by the kitchen.

Or the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs as she primped her hair.

When Beth walked out of her bedroom, she thought she was alone in the house.

So getting tasered in the back as she walked into the hallway was a complete surprise.

Beth dropped to the floor in agony and couldn’t move a muscle as her unknown assailant put a black cloth bag over her head.

By the time she could effectively move her arms, her hands were handcuffed behind her back.

Her ankles were handcuffed next, and then she felt what she assumed was a soft rope wrapped around her knees.

Beth struggled weakly as she felt herself being picked up and carried over her assailant’s shoulder.

Unable to see anything, the sudden cold air told her that she had been taken out of her house, and then she felt herself being dropped onto her side on a soft surface.

Blankets?

Something that she imagined was a blanket was put over her, and then she heard a loud slam like a trunk being closed over her head.

There were several long moments of silence, and then the sound of a car door opening and shutting.

The sound of an engine starting told her that she was being driven away in the trunk of someone’s car.

Beth was terrified!

It couldn’t be any of the boys doing this.

Why would it?

They had her all alone in the comfort of her house all weekend.

Was she being kidnapped?

Was she going to be raped in the traditional sense?

Was it someone from the party who followed her home?

Beth didn’t think about that!

Now, her mind was racing with wishes that she had driven home differently or paid better attention to who was behind her.

She didn’t have her phone!

She didn’t have anything in her possession except being dressed like a total whore!!

Was it those two kids on the bikes when she had sex with Dean in the park?

No, they were too young, but what if they told someone else?

Older brothers? Uncles?

What the hell was going on?

Beth lost track of how long they were driving. It seemed like hours, but for all she knew, it might have only been one hour.

When the road went from smooth to slightly bumpy, she assumed that they were finally off the highway.

When the road went from slightly bumpy to very bumpy, and her body was bouncing around in the trunk, she knew they were on an old dirt road.

Eventually, the car came to a stop, and she was lifted out of the trunk.

Beth didn’t know it, but she had been carried into an old farmhouse of what was once called Fraser Dairy Farms.

Not that many years ago, the farm was in pristine condition but had fallen into disrepair over the last decade when the owner, Glenn Fraser, had gotten too old to maintain it himself and was too cheap to pay someone else to do it.

Beth felt herself being placed on something soft.

A bed?

Her legs were untied and uncuffed, but before she could kick out at her abductor, she felt two pairs of hands grab each ankle, spread her legs out wide and then tie them to the posts at the end of the bed.

“So there are two men, then,” Beth guessed.

She was then propped up to a sitting position, uncuffed, and the same was done to her wrists.

In total darkness because of the black cloth bag over her head, Beth was tied in a spread-eagled position while she awaited her fate.

She jumped when she heard an old voice say, “Wow, you did a good job, boy. She’s a mighty fine looker.”

Beth then felt hands roughly rubbing her legs and breasts.

“Your dad is going to be real thankful for this welcome home gift you’re giving him,” the old voice continued.

“Gift?” screamed Beth, “Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you? Let me go!”

“Now, now, missy. No use yelling. We’re a good 6 miles from the nearest farm. No one’s going to hear you. My son will be here soon. I’ll let him unwrap you. I hope you have a pretty face to match your amazing body,” the old voice said.

Beth heard the feet of two men walking out of the room, and then silence.

“Another farm, he said. Where the fuck am I?” Beth thought.

Ten minutes later, Beth heard the sound of a pickup truck approaching the house, followed by the footsteps of a few people walking into her room.

“Holy shit! Look at that! I thought he was exaggerating. Fucking beautiful is right. You sure this is all legit? She won’t press charges? Because I’m not going back,” said a new man’s voice, younger than the first.

Beth didn’t hear the answer because she started begging for help and screaming to be let free.

“There, there now, beautiful. We’re not going to hurt you,” the man’s voice said softly as Beth could feel the mattress moving as he positioned himself between her spread legs.

“No no no no no…“ Beth said as she started having a panic attack, worrying about what would happen to her.

She stopped speaking when she felt the man press his lips down softly on the lips of her exposed vagina.

Then she felt his tongue slide up and down her slit

“Oh, yeah. I missed that. Sweet, so fucking sweet. And fucking bald like a baby too. I heard right, then. You are a slut,” he said passionately.

“Missed? Heard right? What the fuck does that mean?” Beth screamed out loud in fear.

Beth started pulling wildly on her bonds as she next heard the unmistakable sounds of a man removing his clothes.

“You ready, Pops? Want to see what she looks like?” the man asked.

“Sure, Linc. I’ve got $20 against the boy that she’s got a dog face,” the old voice replied.

“Linc? Pops? The man between my legs is called Linc?” Beth thought wildly.

“Yeah, me too. I bet him $50 she was a pig. Let’s see,” Linc said as he pulled off the sack over her head.

The sudden light blinded Beth, leaving her blinking.

Before her spread legs was a man, probably the same age as her husband Chris, who also had the same graying hairstyle, but all similarities ended there.

Unlike Chris, this man was absolutely jacked, physically.

His shoulder, neck and chest muscles looked like they were made of iron and covered with tattoos.

Beth’s eyes looked lower, down past his six-pack stomach, and when she saw the monster cock resting on top of her groin, she started screaming again.

It was as long as what Dean’s manager, Bob, had, but it was thicker.

So much thicker!

“Nooooooo!” Beth screamed in terror.

“Now, now, beautiful. There’s no need for that. I’m not going to hurt you. Let’s just have some fun,” Linc consoled her as his large, rough hands ran over her thigh-high-covered legs.

“No No Noooo…. I’m married. I have a son. They need me. Don’t do this! Don’t hurt me! Please let me go,” Beth pleaded.

“Baby,” Linc told her as both his rough hands pressed down into her flat stomach and then spread out over her hips and under her white garter, “We’re not going to kill you. Probably won’t even hurt you much. You play nice, and you’ll see your family in a few days.”

“A few days?” Beth screamed in despair.

“Look at that fucking pussy slit. It’s perfect! Like a coin slot! How old do you think she is, anyway? 25? 26? She has the pussy of a teenager.” Linc asked his dad.

“No, she looks too smart and fancy for her 20s. I’m thinking 31 or 32,” Pops countered.

“$50 she’s under 28,” Linc offered.

“Deal,” replied Pops.

“Well, beautiful? How old are you?” Linc asked as his hands were under Beth’s bra, massaging her breasts.

“Thirty-three. Please don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything you want, Please….!” Beth replied, terrified at the sight of Linc’s huge arm muscles flexing as he squeezed her breasts.

Beth could clearly see that this man easily had enough physical strength to break her body or kill her without even trying.

“Shit!!” Linc yelled into the air when he heard her age.

But then he started laughing and said, “I’m down $100 bucks! That’s not a good sign, so soon after getting out.”

“Wait! One more. Pops, what’s her bra size?” he asked

Then he quickly looked at Beth with a smiling face, like Beth was also enjoying the betting taking place about her body and said, “No hints! Don’t say a word until the bet is over.”

“Good one, son. Take her bra off without looking and let me feel those two big torpedoes before I wager,” Pops said.

Beth was desperately staring back and forth at both men’s faces, looking for any sign of reluctance or compassion, but she saw nothing other than amusement.

She knew that once again, she was merely a toy to be played with and now to be wagered on.

Once her bra was off and placed on the floor, Pops came in to give Beth’s breasts a feel.

“Nice, grade-A fucking-tits, nice!” the wrinkly old man said as he squeezed and moved them around in his hands.

“Double Ds!” Pops announced with a grin, “More or less? $100.”

“Shit, that was going to be my guess,” Linc said as he wrapped both his hands around one of Beth’s breasts and squeezed hard enough to make her cry out.

“Oh, sorry, beautiful. These tits are magnificent. So…squeezable. Fuck! I’m going to say… bigger than DDs. $100,” Linc bet as he picked up Beth’s bra.

“32 EE, old man! 32-fucking-double-E! Yes! Hahahaha..” Linc said ecstatically as he roughly forced her breasts together and started to suck on both of Beth’s nipples at the same time.

“By the way, Pops. We both owe the kid that money when he comes back here after work. She’s fucking gorgeous all around everywhere! Smells awesome too,” Linc shouted out in joy.

“Yeah. Shit. I hate losing money, but damn, he was right. Blondie here puts every porn star I’ve ever seen to shame. You enjoy yourself, son. I’ll have a poke at her later if you don’t mind,” the old man said.

“Make it the morning, Pops. I’ve got six years of frustration to work through on her tonight,” Linc said as his cock-head started to slowly part the lips of Beth’s pussy.

“Ok. Good night, son,” said the old man as he left and shut the door behind him to block out Beth’s screaming.

Saturday morning: Blackmail Day 36

Beth woke up just before noon and groaned.

She was alone.

Every inch of her body was sore.

Beth was in pain, but it wasn’t from any slapping, hitting, twisting, biting, punching or choking.

Linc was true to his word and didn’t hurt her at all, other than fucking her mouth, pussy and ass repeatedly with his enormous cock.

Her bra was still on the floor next to the bed, but everything else, including her heels, stayed on.

Linc had untied her after the first time he fucked her pussy.

But he replaced the soft ropes on her ankles and wrists with a single slender stainless steel chain that was tied lightly around her neck and locked with a tiny padlock.

The chain was just strong enough to be attached to the bed frame, ensuring that Beth wouldn’t escape in the middle of the night.

Linc had fucked Beth like she had never been fucked before.

He was so aggressive and yet so passionate!

He was so strong and powerful. He could lift her up and move her body around like Beth was a child’s toy.

He fucked her so hard that, at times, Beth thought he was trying to get his cock into her stomach, but then just as quickly, he’d change moods and slide his cock back and forth so slowly it was like he was trying to feel the stretched inner membranes of her pussy or colon as it gripped and stretched it to its limits around on the surface of his cock.

Beth’s breasts were sore, but Linc was never rough with them.

He made passionate love to them.

Constantly.

Like they were precious to him.

But his hands were so large and strong that even his gentle caress applied crushing pressure.

But Linc was seldom gentle.

He used her body with the same intensity like she were water, and he was dying of thirst.

Linc delighted in her every moan, and as much as Beth hated to admit, he made her moan and cum numerous times.

And his hands!

They were huge, and both slowly roamed all over her body like he was trying to memorize her every curve and even the texture of her skin with his fingertips.

It was as if Dean’s the “lover” and Eddie’s the “rapist” lovemaking personalities were merged into one giant being and fought each other constantly for dominance.



Beth had woken earlier in the morning to sunlight streaming in the window onto her face and the sound of a rooster crowing.

But that also woke Linc, and he started fucking her ass again just as passionately as the night before.

He was gone now, and she was alone.

There was a bathroom in a room off the bedroom, and Beth’s chain was just long enough to allow her to use it, but it wasn’t long enough for her to reach the bedroom door.

When she finished in the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom, she saw the old man was naked and sitting in the bed waiting for her.

Pops was 78, almost bald, skinny and covered with dark age spots. Patches of straggly white hair came out all over his body.

He had a thin and wrinkly yet impressively erect 9” penis in his hands.

Like father, like son, the men in this family all had large cocks.

“Come on, girly! Ride me and let me suck on those big fat milkers you have. After that, you can have breakfast,” he told her.

Beth tried asking Pops numerous questions as she was riding on top of him, but he only took his mouth away from her breasts for one moment to say that she’d find everything out sometime later today.

“Later today!” Beth thought miserably. “I have to get home to the boys and do what needs to be done to end my blackmail. I need to find out who these two men are, how they know me, and what they want, and then convince them to take me home. All by tonight!”



Saturday afternoon: Blackmail Day 36

Beth was allowed to leave the bedroom and sit naked at the kitchen table to eat her breakfast/lunch with her two captors.

“Who are you? Where am I? Why are you doing this to me?” Beth started to say before Linc silenced her with a finger on his lips.

“We’ll tell you all that in a little bit when my son gets here. Have some coffee and relax. Then, I’m going to enjoy you again,” Linc said as he stood up and poured Beth some coffee.

Linc was naked, and in the bright light of the kitchen, Beth got a good look at the rest of Linc’s body.

His legs were as muscular as his arms and shoulders, and his face looked familiar, but Beth couldn’t quite place how she knew him.

But his cock!

Even when half-hard, like it was now, it was huge.

“Look at her!” the old man said while laughing, “She says she wants to leave, but she loves looking at your cock, boy.”

“Ha ha! Yeah, she loves sex, all right. Came more than a few times for me last night. Felt good to make a woman sound like that again. It was just what I needed to hear after so many years,” Linc said.

Linc never took his eyes off Beth's body as he asked his father, “You know, Pops. I was thinking, she’s built perfectly for a “D and P show.” But you don’t have anything like that anymore on the farm, right?

“No, son. Not for a few years. Even old Duke died a few years ago, and I’m too old now to keep up with livestock. Let me think. Terry Milton still has some. He studs out a few of his best. His son John runs most of it now. Turned the farm into a hard cider distillery. John used to love those shows, too, back in the day. Remember the summer he hosted seven shows? That was wild! Let me call him. Stand up, pretty lady. I want to take your picture,” Pops told her.

Reluctantly, and having no idea what they were talking about, Beth stood up and walked over to the center of the kitchen, into the better light.

Pops took her picture and sent it to the man he was talking about, along with a message.

A minute later, he got a text back,

“He’s interested. Ha ha! I bet he is now! Needs more info obviously,” the old man said to his son, but never taking his eyes off Beth, “I’m going to fuck this little lady for a while and then make plans for tonight.”

“Sure, Pops. Where do you want her?

“Same room, son. Thanks,” Pops replied.

“No, wait! No more! You can’t do this to me. You have to let me go! You’re raping me! Please….” Beth pleaded.

“Sorry, beautiful, but we know all about your crazy rape kink,” Linc told her as he roughly pulled her back into the bedroom by the chain around her neck and then picked her up and tossed her into bed.

“Rape kink?” Beth wondered, “That’s what Eddie told them to hide the blackmail and the rapes?”

Pops walked in behind them.

He was naked and rubbing his hands together in anticipation as he approached Beth.

Both his balls were hanging sickeningly low and covered with a nest of scraggly gray hairs.

“Lick my balls, girly!” Pops said as he put one foot up on the bed and spread his legs out in front of Beth’s face.

Hopelessly, Beth just started crying as she moved in close to do what she had been told.

Saturday: Blackmail Day 36 - Interlude: Emily the Molested Babysitter #3

Emily, Hunter and Mr. Adams went shopping on Saturday as he had promised her.

He took Emily to a very expensive and sophisticated dress store at a mall a few towns away.

As Emily gazed wide-eyed at the prices of all the amazing and beautiful dresses on a nearby rack, Mr. Adams spoke to the lead saleswoman.

He handed the woman two $100 bills for her time, along with his charge card for the dresses.

“I’m looking to buy her three dresses. A basic black, a navy and something colorful and fun. The black and navy dresses should strike a balance between classic and modern styles. Something for a wedding or a dinner party, for example. Sexy but not slutty. But attractive enough that she’ll want to wear it out with her friends to a prom or a dance. She’ll need shoes to match each. And anything else you can think of to complete the outfits,” he told her before he took the rambunctious Hunter to another store.

When they returned an hour later, Emily was walking out of the store with several large bags and an enormous smile on her face.

After she handed Bradley back his charge card, they all had lunch before heading back to Bradley’s house, where he had a birthday cake with candles waiting for her.

Emily was beaming with joy and was happy to let Hunter help her blow out the candles once they were lit.

Bradley told her to make herself at home, and when he got back from taking Hunter back to his mother’s, Emily could put on a fashion show with the clothes she had gotten today.

When he got back home, Emily was wearing a black dress.

Bradley saw that his tip was well spent.

The dress fit her perfectly, showing some cleavage and was cut just above her knees.

It hugged every curve of her breasts and ass.

It was sexy as hell but somehow didn’t look slutty.

Her black shoes had just enough of a heel to accentuate all her leg muscles.

The saleswoman added gold jewelry and a fancy black headband to keep Emily’s long blonde hair away from her adorable face.

Emily looked older and absolutely stunning, while Bradley’s cock was rock hard as she spun around to show him how she looked.

The navy dress (Emily’s favorite) was more of a silky gown with a slightly deeper cut that showed more of her ample cleavage than the black dress. It also had a longer cut that went down to her ankles, but had two slits up to her thighs.

The fun dress featured a lovely red and white floral pattern and was similar to the blue dress, except it had less cleavage and fell just past the knees.

“Which one do you want to wear to dinner tonight? They are all appropriate,” he asked her.

“The blue one!” she said, smiling.

Bradley dressed smartly in a sports coat that complemented Emily’s outfit well.

He took her to an expensive restaurant, and Emily was thrilled with all the attention she received.

She felt like an adult woman that people respected, not a high school teenager on her birthday.

Bradley was the perfect gentleman with Emily all evening and responded to her every story with the care and love of a caring father.

When she spoke about her concerns with Patrick, he counseled her to break up with Patrick if he wasn’t making her happy and offered to talk to him directly if he ever made her feel unsafe again.

All this just cemented her daddy issues and trust in Bradley even more.

When they got back to his place after dinner, Bradley wanted Emily to suggest that they have sex and not him, so he didn’t touch her in any way that would lead to sex.

She had to be the one to initiate it this time, but she wasn’t giving him any hint that she was interested in doing any of that.

But when it was getting late, and after he suggested that he should take her home, Emily looked hurt and said that she had told her mother that it was an overnight babysitting job.

Then she walked up close to Bradley and whispered that she hoped they could “do what they did last weekend.”

At that, Bradley swept her up in his arms and took her to bed.

They didn’t wear clothes again until it was time to take her home before dinner the next day.

Saturday evening: Blackmail Day 36

Linc was stretching his muscular arms over his head as he walked toward Beth, who was staring, and his massive 10” long erection that was bobbing up and down as it got closer to her.

It was late afternoon.

If they left now, she could still be home in time to have the boys over to her house, where she could drug them and break the blackmail.

Linc lay down next to her and practically picked Beth up and placed her over his cock.

As Beth’s pussy slid down around his member, she suddenly came alive, knowing that this was her last chance to convince him.

“No! No! No! Please. No more. Take me home! I have to be home soon. You have no idea how important it is. I’ll do anything!” she pleaded.

Linc had both hands on her fat ass cheeks and was rocking her back and forth on top of him.

His enormous cock completely filled her pussy to almost the breaking point.

He was enjoying the feel of her nipples and breasts sliding over his chest.

Beth continued to beg, “I’ll come back! Tomorrow night! I’ll stay all week. Willingly. All next weekend too. I’ll do anything you ask. Please! I’ll drink your piss. I’ll lick your asshole. I’ll……..I’ll eat your shit. You can shit in my mouth. Please take me home now!”

Linc stopped and moved Beth’s blonde hair away from her face before asking her, “You’d do all that for me?”

“Yes! A hundred times! Please, just take me home now!” Beth begged.

“Well, that is something to consider….” Linc said.

At that moment, another voice spoke out behind Beth.

“Consider what, Dad?” the voice said.

Beth stared forward at the door to the bathroom as she froze after recognizing the voice.

It was Eddie!

“This beautiful woman wants to drink my piss and eat my shit. I can’t say I’ve ever had someone ask to do that,” Linc said with a smile, waiting to hear Beth’s reaction to his twisting of her words.

But Beth was beyond comprehending anything at this point. Her mind was reeling, and she was trying to understand why Eddie was here.

“Oh my god! Did Eddie call Linc his Dad?” her mind screamed as Beth started to cry, as she was having the beginning of an emotional breakdown.

“I told you she was up for anything. She’ll play the game like she’s being forced, but she’ll never refuse to do anything. I had a good shit in her mouth the first time I was alone with her. Remember that, you fucking cunt?” Eddie said as he reached out and started squeezing her ass.

Beth just closed her eyes, stayed still and kept crying.

“Want to double team her, son? Hell, yeah! Let’s get all three generations of Frasers into her at once. Pops! Get in here and fuck her mouth. Let's give her the Holy Trinity!” Linc said as both he and Eddie started laughing hysterically.

Eddie stripped down, got into bed and placed his 9” hard cock-head right up against Beth’s asshole.

Beth thought that she felt packed with Linc’s 10” cock in her pussy.

When Eddie added his 9” cock into her ass, Beth thought she was being torn in two.

Her pitiful cries of despair quickly turned into screams of agony.

The two men fucked her hard and fast.

Sometimes they entered and exited her in unison, which made Beth feel like something was going to explode inside her when both massive cocks entered her at once.

Through all this agony, Beth’s mind started to shut itself down to protect itself.

She now knew that she would not be going home tonight.

Her blackmail was not going to end this weekend.

She didn’t know when or if Chris would go away again for work.

She would have to continue to endure constant rape and humiliation for weeks more.

By the time Pops made it to the side of the bed and pulled her unresisting head towards his cock, Beth was in shock.

She didn’t know who or where she was.

She sucked on the old cock in her mouth and swallowed the cum from it out of blind instinct.

She didn’t feel the other two cocks climax in unison inside her.

She didn’t feel or know that Eddie continued to brutally fuck her after his father took a break.

She didn’t move after the men left her face down in the bed while they took showers and got things ready for tonight’s “D & P Show”.

Eddie walked into the bedroom and sat down next to Beth on the bed.

He dropped a full plastic bag next to her head.

“Hey, slut. You there, cunt? Hello?” he said to her as he shook her shoulder.

“Here, take these,” Eddie said as he put two of Dean’s party pills into her mouth and then lifted a glass of water to her lips.

“Listen, cunt. I brought all the makeup stuff that was on your bedroom table. Use it to make yourself pretty again. You look like shit right now,” he told her.

“Why? What difference does it make?” Beth asked, not about that but about life in general.

Linc walked into the bedroom and asked if she was ok.

“She’s kinda fucked up right now. That happened to her once before. She just starts crying hysterically, but she’ll be alright. I gave her something to get her into a fun mood, right slut?” Eddie said.

“You’re sure your buddy Dean doesn’t mind us doing this to his girl?” Linc asked.

“Dad, when I asked him if I could use her as a 'welcome home present' for you, he insisted. Plus, she loves this kinda shit. Kidnapped? Tied up and raped? It’s a fucking dream come true for her,” Eddie said with a laugh while rubbing her ass.

“And tonight? You think she’s really going to be into it?” Linc asked his son.

“Dad, seriously, she fucked about 30 dudes at a party last weekend. She might bitch a little, but she’ll do whatever we want her to,” Eddie insisted.

“Damn. I hope so. You weren’t born yet for those shows. One summer, we had a pony show every weekend for seven weeks! One was fucking beautiful too, but not as gorgeous as Blondie here. She only spoke Italian, long black hair past her waist, killer body and huge tits. Fuck, she was good. I’ve never seen a woman handle fucking a…” Linc was saying before Pops let out a loud yell.

“Yes! It’s all set! We even got some of the old-timers to say they were coming. Ha ha!” This is going to be a hell of a party!” the old man cried out.

Eventually, as Eddie said, Beth got out of bed, took a long shower, and opened the bag of makeup that Eddie had taken from her house.

After she had herself looking almost as beautiful as the day before, they all piled into Pop’s truck and headed 10 miles away to Milton Orchards just as the sun was starting to set.



Saturday afternoon: Blackmail Day 36, Interlude: Father and Son bonding time

Chris and Patrick had a good time fishing on the lake all morning. Then Chris decided to go down memory lane and take Patrick with him to drive by all the places he used to frequent when he spent his summers in this area in his younger years.

His goal was to visit the family farm of a friend he hadn’t seen in years and, along the way, buy some food for dinner.

Chris was amazed at all the changes in town.

What was once nothing but dirt roads and family farms had transformed into a tourist area, complete with mini-mansions surrounding the small local lakes.

The General Store downtown was still selling “penny candy” even though everything was 25 cents.

All the restaurants that he remembered were still there, but with different names.

The ice cream shop was bigger and jammed with customers.

Fall had arrived, and this was apple country, so the town was full of families going apple picking.

After stopping at the small grocery store for steaks and potatoes for dinner, Chris wanted to swing by an old friend's farm to pick up some hard cider.

Five minutes before the farm stand closed, just as the sun was setting, Chris and Patrick drove into Milton Orchards' parking lot.

“It’s good to see you, John. It’s been a while,” Chris said as he shook John Milton’s hand.

“Chris Stone? It has been a long time,” John replied.

After Chris bought his cider, the men talked for a while on the front porch as John turned off the open sign and the outside lights.

Patrick was at the other end of the parking lot, looking at some pigs sitting in the mud in their pens.

Chris was about to say goodbye when he was distracted by the loud cheering that suddenly came from the barn up on the hill.

Several cars and trucks were parked on the hill leading up to the barn, and a large group of men stood by the barn doors.

He could also hear oldies rock music playing loudly.

“What’s going on up there?” Chris asked.

“Oh…just a get-together for a friend who got out of jail. You remember Linc Fraser?” John asked.

“Oh yeah. And I’m not surprised to hear that that’s where he’s been, either,” Chris laughed.

“Yeah, but he’s an ok guy. Divorced. Has a kid. Owns a landscaping company down in Florida, but he likes to gamble. Got in trouble with the Feds because of it and did some time. Want to say hi?” John suggested.

“No, that's ok, we should get going. Unless….is it one of “those” parties?” Chris asked with a grin.

Now it was John’s time to laugh, “Funny you should ask that.”

Chris said, “No way! Come on. Do you remember the “Summer of 7 Horses”?”

John said, “Summer of 7 Horses” at the exact same time, and both men started laughing.

“Do you remember that black-haired chick?” John asked.

“The Italian with the big tits? Oh, yeah. She's probably the reason why I married a woman with big tits!” Chris said earnestly.

“Well, the show is about to start. You’re welcome to take a look if you want. I saw a pic of the woman for tonight, and she’s absolutely beautiful. Thin but with huge tits and a fat ass. Like she walked out of a Playboy or Penthouse magazine or something, want to see her pic?” John asked.

“You’re killing me, John. I can’t. My son’s a little too young for crazy shit like that. I don’t think he’s even seen a girl naked yet. I also don’t want him to know that I even like that kind of stuff. I have a reputation to uphold, you know,” Chris said sadly.

“Well, that’s too bad. It was good to see you,” John said to him as Patrick walked up.

“You too, John. Have fun tonight,” and when Patrick was too far away to hear, he added, “and give her one for me!”

“Will do, buddy!” John said with a thumbs-up signal.

As they started to drive away, Patrick pointed to the barn and asked his father what was going on up there.

“I was told it was going to be a crazy party,” Chris told him honestly.

“Let’s check it out,” Patrick suggested.

Chris stopped the truck, looked at his son and thought about doing that.

Memories of a beautiful woman with long black hair, making her huge breasts sway wildly as she moved her body back and forth under the belly of a massive neighing horse, filled his mind. Then the memory of seeing that horse’s cum flowing down between her legs while she sucked off each of the many guys that had been watching her.

Chris was dying to experience all that again and almost turned his car around.

But then he looked at his son and judged that it was all far too extreme for someone at his young age.

“How could he have Patrick experience all that before he even touches a girl's naked breasts?” Chris thought.

Then he answered Patrick, “No, not this time,” and drove back to the cabin to make dinner.

A few hours later, after Patrick proudly told his father about his sexual exploits with Emily (but leaving out any mention of his mother’s help), Chris laughed and thought to himself, “Damn-it! Should have checked out the show at the barn. We both would have loved it!”

Saturday evening: Blackmail Day 36, Dog and Pony Show

As Beth was in the truck driving to the party, she was starting to feel the full effect of the pills Eddie had given her.

She was calm and happy and wondered what the “D” and “P” in a D&P Party even stood for.

When she got out of the truck, a loud cheer went up from the large group of men around the barn door when they saw her dressed in her sexy outfit.

Like at the party last weekend, dozens of hands groped her body as she walked past them into the light of the barn.

She saw a traditional barn with horse stalls along one side and bales of hay and farm instruments on the other.

In a cleared area in the middle, they had laid dozens of blankets down on the barn floor.

Beth assumed that was where they were all going to have sex with her.

She was right, but that would happen later.

Now, she was brought over to a blanket separate from the other pile and made to kneel on her hands and knees.

A padded box was placed under her stomach to support her while her hands and ankles were tied with cotton straps to several large eye bolts screwed into the box.

“Oh, great!” Beth’s drug-addled mind thought with a laugh, “The 'D’ must stand for ‘doggie style’. I’m used to that.”

Fifteen men surrounded her.

Not boys like last time, but men.

Four were in their 70s, including Pops (the oldest), who was sitting in a rocking chair.

They were all jeering, laughing, and commenting on how awesome this was going to be because of how beautiful Beth looked.

They all also loved how fancy she was dressed, and everyone thought that the heels and thigh-highs were a great touch.

After hustling up the road from the farm stand to the barn, John came over to Beth with a bottle of peanut butter under his arm and raised his hand until everyone was silent.

“Gentlemen! It’s been a while since our last event like this. Willing female participants are harder to come by these days. Not this beauty, though. No. She ASKED for this. She loves crazy shit like this. Good for us! Her only request is that we give her no bruises or marks that her husband might see.”

At that, all the men in the barn went wild with laughter.

“And my condition, as Host, is the same as always. No video or pictures! Nothing can be traced back to my farm. Understood?” John yelled.

A unanimous “Yes!” followed shortly.

“Young Eddie will be allowed to take a few pics and a video, though. Nothing that will show our faces, don’t worry. Only what I approve of, for his friend, who has allowed this lovely lady to entertain us tonight,” John said.

After wiping Beth’s pussy with two fingers’ worth of peanut butter, John called out, “Ok. Let loose, Brutus!”

“Brutus?” said Beth as she wiggled her ass, trying to get comfortable. “Which on of these guys is Brutus?”

Her answer was a large wet tongue that lapped up along the back of her left thigh and then quickly zeroed in on the peanut butter in her pussy.

Beth’s head lifted up as she was overcome by how good this tongue felt to her.

Her mouth opened as a loud moan passed her glossy red lips while she did her best to push her pussy back into whoever was giving her so much pleasure.

Seeing this, the guys went wild with applause.

Beth was honestly enjoying herself, and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building.

Getting applause while getting pleasure was a new thing to her, and she liked it.

Beth kept her head down while she enjoyed what the tongue was doing to her.

Suddenly her first orgasm hit her, and the men could see Beth’s thigh-high clad thighs start to quiver as she started moaning loudly and saying, “Yes! Yes! More! Oh My God! I’m CUMMING! I’m CUMMING!”

The guys in the barn erupted in yells and laughter.

When the licking stopped, she raised her head out of concern, but then lowered it again when she happily felt a cock at the entrance of her soaking wet pussy.

She felt something on either side of her waist and thought it was odd how hairy this guy was, but then she gasped when his cock fired all the way into her.

Something felt a little different or off somehow, she thought.

The cock felt weird inside her.

It moved in a rapid-fire motion, but also in short, little thrusts.

The cock was fucking her faster than anything she had ever felt before.

Beth felt her orgasm getting closer.

She started rocking her body back to take as much of that piston of a cock into her pussy as she could.

The cock was starting to feel larger at the base, and she could feel it begin to tap against her clit as it bottomed out into her.

The whole sensation felt familiar to her somehow, but she couldn’t focus properly because she was right on the verge of an orgasm.

Then she remembered!

It felt exactly like the dog-cock shaped dildo she had.

But she couldn’t think anymore about that.

Another massive orgasm was fast approaching.

That cock was just barely touching the outer edge of her clit, but it was moving so fast that all those little taps were driving her absolutely insane with pleasure.

Beth let out a loud guttural moan as her orgasm started to wash over her, and with a look of pure lust on her face, she looked behind her to see who the man was that was making her feel so good.

Her look of lust changed to horror when she realized it wasn’t a man but a dog!

A huge dog!

A Mastiff mix that weighs 110 lbs with a cock the size that most men would be happy with.

Beth tried to get up.

She started to thrash her body around in all directions to move her body away from the beast that was fucking her, but the fabric straps holding her arms and legs in place kept her still.

She just put her head down and tried to comprehend what was happening to her and how a dog could be giving her so many orgasms.

Thankfully, the men had taped up the dog's sharp dewclaws, so her sides weren’t getting all scraped and torn from the dog’s forelegs wrapped around her waist.

After a good ten minutes of furiously fast fucking, she felt the dog’s cock start to get larger in her pussy until Beth thought a balloon was being inflated inside her.

Then she felt a flood of warmth and realized that the dog was shooting its cum in her pussy.

“Oh my god! A dog just fucked me! And came inside me! Arrghhh!” she cried out as the dog's hot spurting cum triggered another orgasm inside her.

None of the men heard her, though.

They were too busy making noises of encouragement to the dog.

“Ten minutes and thirty 3 seconds! Who was closest to that dog’s cum time without being over?” one unknown man called out.

Beth felt the dog start to pull away and welcomed the thought of it getting away from her.

But it didn’t.

The dog clearly moved its heavy body off her back, but she could still feel its cock inside her.

“What?” As she looked around and saw the dog facing away from her, Beth said.

Beth didn’t know it, but when a dog cums, the base of its cock swells while in the female dog’s vagina to the point where it can’t pop out. It’s to keep all the dog sperm from falling out and increases the chance of impregnation.

And that was what the dog was doing with her now.

She was “knotted” with the dog until the dog’s cock softened.

Just as Beth’s mind was trying to comprehend what was happening to her with the dog, she felt a hand lift her head up by her hair and felt a hard cock push into her mouth.

The game now for the men was to bet on how many guys Beth could suck off before the dog's cock left her pussy.

It ended up being only three guys.

It would have been four or five, but Eddie was guy number three, and he had gotten very good at fucking Beth’s mouth violently for a long time before cumming.

The other men there would have no idea he was holding back and giving the dog’s cock time to soften.

Knowing he was third, Eddie told his father to bet on “three,” and he won big.

There were two more dogs of equal size after Brutus.

Each one gave the gorgeous blonde more orgasms than the one before.

Beth sucked off four and then five guys before those dog knots slipped out of her pussy.

She was untied and placed on the bed of blankets, where Beth sucked off the remaining three men who didn’t get a blowjob.

After Beth said she was cold, someone covered her with an old horse blanket.

She stayed still and listened while the men ate barbecue and drank, commenting on how hot Beth looked fucking the dogs and about other shows in the past.

In a drugged haze, Beth wondered what had happened to this Italian woman that the men were all talking about.

Later, John and Linc sat down on either side of Beth, who was sitting up on the blankets.

Each man massaged one of her massive breasts while they explained to her what was going to happen next and what they expected her to do.

Beth only listened without emotion as she watched several men take a horse out of a stall and walk it towards her.

The beast was massive and towered over her.

She saw that it already had a partial erection that bounced up against its stomach as it walked closer.

Two men tied the horse to a chest-high wall with a feeding trough hooked over the other side. The horse happily enjoyed something to eat.

Two other men tied the horse's collar to a stall gate behind him.

Now the horse could only move a few inches, either forward or backward.

Around the base of the horse’s hard cock, someone tied three differently colored strings a few inches apart.

The bets for the night were how much horse cock Beth could take in her pussy, and the strings would help determine it.

As instructed, Beth crawled forward on her hands and knees under the horse's belly and wrapped her two hands around its semi-hard cock.

The men all cheered when they saw her full, large breasts swaying under her as she crawled.

Occasionally, and much to the men’s enjoyment, one of her nipples caught some hay and dragged it with her as she moved.

After sitting on her heels, Beth stroked the horse until it was fully erect, and someone adjusted the strings around it properly.

She had in her hands a cock that was shaped exactly like the horse dildo she had used on herself.

But this real one was longer, thicker and hot to the touch.

Beth kissed the flared tip and ran her tongue over it before trying to put as much in her mouth as she could.

“Stick your tongue in his piss-hole!” several of the men cried out.

The beautiful blonde did as she was told and forced her tongue into the opening of the horse’s penis several times before going back to trying to suck the animal off while rapidly jerking it off.

Beth hoped that if she could make the horse cum like that, then she wouldn’t have to fuck it.

But no matter how hard she tried, and she tried until her jaws ached, she couldn’t get the horse to cum by just using her mouth.

“Stand up!” several men said.

“Bend over and fuck that horse’s cock, you fucking slut!” they all started to yell.

Two of the men, who had assisted in past dog and pony shows, got on either side of the horse and moved Beth’s body into position.

They told Beth to reach behind her, hold the cock and push herself backward.

The sight of Beth’s gorgeous body, still dressed in white thigh-highs and high heels, rocking back and forth as she tried getting the horse cock into her bare pussy drove the men absolutely wild.

Her high heels, digging into the hay, made every muscle in her legs look amazing.

Her massive breasts and rock-hard nipples were dancing wildly back and forth underneath her as she moved, bent over as she was.

The white ribbon in her hair had become partially undone, and some of her long blonde strands were almost touching the floor.

Beth’s pussy was so stretched and lubricated from fucking the three dogs previously that the horse’s cock head entered her with ease.

Seeing that she was ready, the two men moved in again, and with a slight shove against either of her shoulders, the horse's cock head slid fully into her pussy.

Beth tilted her head back until it pressed hard against the horse's chest as she screamed incoherently, “Arrr..ooooh…my…….goooo….dddd ghhhhhhhh!”.

No one there knew if that was a cry of pain or pleasure, and at that moment, none of the 15 men in the barn cared.

It was an absolutely breathtaking experience to see the beautiful blonde keep moving backward and forwards until more and more of the horse's cock entered her pussy.

When the first string entered Beth's pussy, several men cried out, saying, “Yes! Fucking yes!” But many more men were chanting, “More! More! Keep going!”

When the 2nd string disappeared inside her, through pussy lips that were stretched to their limit, half of the men in the barn erupted in cheers.

Meanwhile, Beth had never felt her pussy be so full in all her life.

None of the brutal fucking by any of the boys with their hands or bottles or dildos or dogs or even recently with a monstrously large cock belonging to Eddie’s Dad ever felt as close to what she was experiencing now.

She didn’t understand why she wasn’t screaming in agony.

She was thankfully saved from feeling any pain from all the drugs that Eddie had previously given her.

She actually felt herself starting to zone out and have an out-of-body experience, as she had with Dean’s boss.

As if she were a spectator looking at herself.

She couldn’t feel or hear the changes of sound that the horse above her was making as the beast neared its own orgasm.

Beth, only blindly, continued to impale herself on the horse's cock as she was instructed.

Suddenly, the horse lifted its head and let out a loud neigh as it released a stream of cum like a firehouse in Beth’s pussy.

Unfortunately for Beth, the horse used that final moment to propel himself forward as much as the straps on his collar would allow, which he had done many times before this night, but this time it was at the same exact moment Beth had thrust her ass back at him.

The final string disappeared, and 3 of the men won a jackpot of money that night.

If Beth were in her right mind, she would have felt the tearing that had taken place inside her vagina.

But she wasn’t, so she only quietly fell into a heap on the floor as the horse’s white cum literally spurted out of her pussy.

There was so much white cum, in fact, that no one noticed Beth's blood mixed in with it.

Instead, as the horse was released and brought back to his stall, John moved her back to the blankets and propped her up, so she was sitting on the blankets with her back leaning up against his.

One of his hands aggressively massaged her breasts while the other held a metal one-liter bottle.

“Gentlemen! Something new!” He called out. “This is an expired bottle of semen from my award-winning stallion, Apollo. I had it warmed up for her. I think this beauty is probably very thirsty after that fantastic performance, don’t you agree?”

“Yeah!”

“Fuck yeah!”

“No way!”

“This is fucking awesome!”

Barely comprehending what was going on, Beth opened her mouth and started drinking when the bottle’s top was taken off, and the contents began to pour into her mouth.

It was warm and thick, and she found it difficult to swallow, but John took his time, and eventually Beth had an entire liter of horse cum in her belly.

“Fuck! I didn’t think she’d be able to finish,” said one man after losing the bet he had made on her not being able to.

John tossed the bottle away and used both his hands to rub her flat stomach.

He loved the idea that he was moving all the horse semen around inside her belly.

After that, John stood up to get something to eat and drink and to bid farewell to several of the older guests who were heading home.

There was a slight pause while the elders left, and then several of the men fell on Beth like a pack of hyenas.

They rolled her over on her stomach and proceeded to take turns fucking her in the ass for the remainder of the night.

After the sixth man ejaculated inside her, Beth managed to raise herself up on her elbows pitifully and vomited on the blankets all of the horse and human cum that she had swallowed in the past few hours before she mercifully passed out.

The seventh man, with the biggest cock there and who was fucking her ass while she threw up, thought it was funny to press her face down into the pool of horse semen as he came in her ass.

The next four men after him did the same thing.

While Beth was getting the last ass raping of the night and the sun was starting to light up the horizon, Linc shook Eddie’s hand and said, “That was great, son. I really appreciate it. I’m heading south now. Stay with your mom until I call you when I get the company going good, and you can join me. Might take a year or so, though.”

“Sounds good, Dad,” replied Eddie.

Sunday morning: Blackmail Day 37

When Beth woke up in the morning, she was back at home, naked and in her bed.

The pain from her vagina was beyond anything she had ever experienced, including giving birth to Patrick.

And there was blood.

Enough blood that she knew that she had no choice but to go to the ER.

She texted Matt to get here as soon as he could.

Matt had borrowed his mother’s car, and by the time she had gotten dressed and reached the front door, he was there.

After telling him that she had had an accident, she asked him to drive her to the ER.

While they sat waiting to see a doctor, she only told Matt that her plan had failed miserably, and they would have to try again another time.

Matt stayed in the waiting room while Beth was having an embarrassing conversation with the ER doctor on duty.

She lied and said that she and her husband were trying some crazy sex ideas that ended up really hurting her.

After the exam, the doctor said that there were multiple tears in her vagina along with extensive bruising.

When he asked again what had happened, Beth refused to say.

When he asked where her husband was, she said he left for work before knowing she was hurt.

Keeping his opinions to himself, the doctor used several melt-away stitches to close the wounds in her vagina and told her that the stitches would be gone by themselves in a week, but to avoid sex for at least two weeks.

Then a nurse came in to talk to Beth.

She asked if she wanted to talk to a rape counselor or perhaps the police about what had happened to her, and if she did, the nurse promised that she would stay by her side the entire time.

Beth dismissed those ideas and assured them that she was fine and that she would see her OB/GYN in the morning.

The doctor told her that it would be an excellent idea because that facility would be better to determine if her “accident” had jeopardized her pregnancy in any way.

At that, Beth just stared blankly at the wall.

“Pregnant?” she thought.

She wondered stupidly if it was the horse or the dogs that had gotten her pregnant.

“Am I going to have a litter of puppies?” she almost said out loud.

“Mrs. Stone? Are you ok? Did you not know that you were pregnant?” the doctor asked her, suddenly even more concerned about her.

“What? Yes! No, of course, I did. I’m just thinking of something else. Thank you both. I need to get the pre***********ions you wrote for me, get home and lie down for a while,” Beth said as she made her hasty exit.

The doctor and the nurse exchanged a glance and shrugged.

They had seen a lot crazier things this weekend.

Sunday evening: Blackmail Day 37

Matt took her home and stayed with Beth until shortly before Chris and Patrick got home.

He made her several small meals and woke her up to take her antibiotics on time.

By then, Beth was well medicated and feeling better.

She held Matt’s hand and thanked him before he left.

Then she texted the boys.

“You fucking pieces of shit! I had to go to the ER because of what happened to me this weekend. Tomorrow I have to go to my doctor’s. You better fucking leave me alone for a while!”

As she waited for a response, she started thinking about what she had been ignoring all day.

What she learned at the ER.

Her mind flooded with thoughts.

“Pregnant!”

“Oh My God!”

“For how long?”

“Whose?”

“There have been so many men!”

“Oh my god….Patrick! He’s orgasmed inside me…so many times. Could I be pregnant with my own son’s baby?”

“How soon can I get an abortion?”

“Why am I pregnant? I never stopped taking my birth control pills, did I? This month has been so insane, though! I thought I had forgotten many times, but there was never a missed pill. After 15 years, taking it has become so routine to me. What happened?”

Her runaway thoughts were interrupted when she got a reply text from Dean.

“Take Monday off. We’ll see you next Tuesday.”

There was a smiley face at the end of his text.

She started to cry and didn’t stop until her family got home.

Beth managed to hide how bad she was feeling and welcomed her family.

Luckily for her, Chris and Patrick were both very tired and soon went to bed.

Monday: Blackmail Day 38

In the morning, Beth was able to get an immediate appointment with her gynecologist after explaining her trip to the ER the day before.

They confirmed the pregnancy and stated that it probably occurred a week or possibly two weeks ago.

As they told her that, Beth stared at the floor and thought about how many times Patrick had orgasmed inside her during the past two weeks.

“No, just inside my vagina. All the times he came in my ass and mouth don’t count,” she said to herself while feeling absolutely dead inside.

“It could have been dozens of other men who did it, too, but I know it was him. I know it!” she thought.

As the doctor was telling her about prenatal vitamins, she stopped him and said that she wanted an abortion as soon as possible.

After asking her more questions to confirm that was what she wanted, the nurse left to check the schedule.

The doctor then said, “Beth, is everything ok? I’ve been your doctor since before Patrick was born. I noticed that you’ve had all your pubic hair removed, and you suffered some significant vaginal injury when you were having intercourse with your husband. These two things by themselves aren't much. You’re at an age where wives try to make themselves more attractive to their husbands. Getting tattoos is very popular, and getting more creative with their lovemaking is too, but you’ve also lost a significant amount of weight since you were last here. It’s not unhealthy, but it’s close. And you’ve mentioned trouble sleeping and anxiety, too.”

After assuring the doctor that everything was fine, Beth then asked how soon she could have an abortion.

The nurse came back in and said it would be this Friday at 4:00 PM.

At that, Beth took her pre***********ions for anxiety and sleeplessness and went home.

When dinner was over, and she was getting ready for bed, she took a sleeping pill, and for the first time in a long time, she slept through the night.



Tuesday: Blackmail Day 39

After Chris left for work and Patrick for school, Beth sat in her kitchen drinking her coffee.

She had decided that this blackmail was over today.

No more being so passive and allowing them to torture her.

When she got the typical “30 minutes, heels and shelf bra only” text, she only stood up and, without any emotion, locked all the doors to her house.

Then she waited.

A half hour later, Beth heard the sound of the back door slider trying to open.

She turned to see all three boys looking at her as they waited.

When she didn’t move, they started banging on the glass.

She saw them walk away, and then she soon heard banging at her front door.

Then she heard Dean yell out, “Open the door. Now!”

Beth got up, walked over and put her head on the door before shouting, “No more! I can’t do this. I’m hurt. Broken. Let me be, please. I beg you. Leave, or I’ll call the police.”

Dean only raised his voice loud enough to make sure that Beth could hear him clearly through the door and replied, “Open this door up now, or we’ll break it down. Then I’m going to punch my fist up your cunt and rip your stitches out with my hand. You can call the cops, get us arrested, but you know how that’s all going to end. Open. The door. Now!”

Beth sighed in defeat and unlocked the door.

She didn’t think that her bluff would work, but she had to try.

The three boys walked in without a word.

They were following Dean’s lead like always, and he had told them earlier how he wanted the morning to go.

Dean told them that after fucking her ass today, they were going to leave Beth alone for the rest of this week.

Maybe a blowjob here and there if someone was desperate, but otherwise, let her rest and heal.

But now Dean was a little pissed off that she locked the door on them and wanted to torment her for that.

Dean was going to make her take a pregnancy test next week, but after telling them that she had to go back to her doctor’s on Friday, he wondered if that had something to do with her being pregnant.

Did her doctor’s office run a pregnancy test already?

Was she pregnant and was going to abort it on Friday?

Probably, but he wanted to have his fun before that happened!

He handed Beth a pregnancy test kit and walked her into the downstairs bathroom.

Beth cried in humiliation as the three boys circled around her and watched her urinate on the test stick.

While they waited for the results, they had Beth strip and kneel in the shower while each one after the other pissed on her face and in her mouth.

“Shower up, Fuck-toy. Three minutes before the results, and then it’s movie time!” Dean called out with joy.

Dean kept the results to himself as they dried Beth off and escorted her to the entertainment room.

Eddie pulled out the bed from the couch as Brody inserted a USB memory stick into the side of the TV while Dean sucked and squeezed Beth’s huge tits.

Beth was crying the whole time and begged Dean not to hurt her or rip the stitches she had.

“Are you ever going to do that door-locking bullshit to us again, Fuck-Toy?” he coldly asked her.

“No! Never! I’m so sorry. I was scared. Please,” Beth begged.

“Lie down and spread your legs out wide,” Dean demanded.

With her whole body trembling in fear, Beth did as she was told.

Dean and Eddie lay down on either side of her and started to rub all over her body, but taking special care not to touch her pussy.

Suddenly, and with a wave of his hand that was holding the pregnancy test stick, Dean said, “Gentlemen…Fuck-toy….WE ARE PREGNANT!”

“Hahaha…!”

“You fucking slut!”

“That’s awesome!”

Dean rubbed her naked flat stomach with absolute joy.

“In case you’re wondering, I’ve been fucking with your birth control pills every time I’ve been at your house since this whole thing first started. So in that sense, it’s my kid. But, in reality, it could belong to…so so so fucking many!” Dean said as all three boys laughed hysterically.

“I mean, let us think about it,” Dean continued while he never stopped rubbing Beth’s soft and smooth belly.

“Probably not Matt’s, since you had been taking them before that night. You haven’t been fucking him since, have you?” Dean asked her.

Beth just shook her head, no.

“Then he’s the only one in town you’re not fucking! So me, Brody, and Eddie, of course. Maybe her own husband. My boss. That guy in the cafe, remember him?” Dean asked her before taking her breast in his mouth and sucking hard before continuing. “There were 37 guys at my party, by the way. 37! I forgot to count a few last time I told you the total. Thirty-seven dicks that dropped a load of sperm in your cum-sucking-snatch! How many were at the party Saturday, Eddie?”

Eddie stopped biting Beth’s other tit and said, “There were 15 guys in total there that night. But, no one fucked her pussy.”

“What? How is that possible?” Dean asked.

“Well, we all fucked her mouth to settle bets, and after three dogs and a horse, no one wanted to fuck her pussy, so ten of us just railed her ass,” Eddie explained.

“That makes sense,” Dean replied.

“But, me, my dad and Pops fucked her cunt earlier in the day,” Eddie said with a laugh.

“Oh, fuck yeah, that’s right! So Fuck-toy, you could be having Eddie’s son or daughter! Or Eddie’s brother or sister! Or even his aunt or uncle! What do you think about that?” Dean asked her in hysterics.

Not knowing what to say but not wanting to anger the boys, especially Eddie, in any way, Beth replied, “I’d…I’d love that, Eddie.”

“I don’t!” Eddie said in a dead-serious tone. “A cunt like you, after your husband kicks you out on your ass for being a whore, would end up suing me for child support or some other kind of bullshit!”

“No, Eddie, I would never…Ugghhhh!” Beth cried out after Eddie punched her hard in the stomach.

“How about I give you a red-neck abortion right now? Or maybe I’ll throw you down the stairs a few times!” Eddie said after punching Beth in the stomach repeatedly while Dean kept her arms away from protecting herself.

“Wait, Eddie. Hang on! It’s probably not you. There’s one other guy who’s cum in that hot pussy almost as much as we have. That would be Patrick, her son. Isn’t that right, sweet, innocent Mrs. Stone, mother of Patrick Stone?” Dean taunted her.

Beth had held back from crying even while Eddie was beating her, but when she heard Dean say what he just did, it opened up a torrent of tears from her eyes.

With the only intent to utterly destroy Beth’s emotional state, Dean continued, “Yeah, it’s Patrick’s. No doubt about it. There was the Emily weekend when you took your son’s virginity. I think he came in your pussy like what, three times? Maybe the same number of times at my party later? He fucking loves fucking you, Beth. He tells me every chance he can. You’re always so warm and wet, and he loves it when you ride on top of him while he sucks your big tits and kisses your lips, Beth. Says your lips are so soft. He wants to do it again, too. Practically begs me for a chance to fuck you some more. Do you think it’s your son’s baby? Do you think you’re pregnant with Patrick’s child?”

As Dean was talking and building up to asking her if her unborn child belonged to Patrick, Beth’s crying had increased from openly sobbing to loudly wailing while her body was shaking so wildly it was like she was having convulsions.

“Yes! It’s his! I know it must be! I fucking hate all of you! Why are you doing this to me??? ARRGGGHHGHGGHH!!!!!” she screamed.

It was such a wild reaction that it even made Dean say, “Shit!” out loud before covering her mouth with his hand to calm her down.

Eddie was just laughing as he struggled to keep her nipple in his mouth.

Eventually, Beth calmed down, and Dean removed his hand.

Brody had been at the end of the bed, recording the whole conversation with his phone and was shaking his head in awe at what Dean was doing to Beth’s mind.

“I heard you were super popular at the get-out-of-jail party. You’re an expert Fuck-Toy now! Do you want to see what all the guys saw Saturday night?” Dean asked her as he hit play on the remote.

While Dean ran his finger up and down her pussy slit, Beth watched herself get fucked by three dogs and cum multiple times from doing it on a giant screen TV in high definition.

Seeing the look of pleasure on her face as the first dog was cumming inside her filled Beth with total humiliation.

Eddie had greased up two of his fingers with lube and started moving them in and out of her asshole while he continued to suck and nibble on the same tit closest to his mouth.

By this point, that nipple was extended, red and raw, but Beth was so emotionally shattered that she didn’t feel it at all.

“Two of the old-timers there that night said that they never saw a girl cum so quickly while getting fucked by a dog before. Like you did…right….there!” Eddie said they all watched Beth’s head tilt back and heard the cry of an orgasm escape her lips on the TV screen.

Dean clicked pause and asked Beth what that was like.

“It…. felt good. But I didn’t know it was a dog. I wouldn’t have cum if I had known,” she said, trying to uselessly defend herself and not to start crying as she felt Dean’s fingers gently explore her broken vagina.

“But you did, Fuck-Toy. You kept cumming constantly while each dog fucked you. It’s right there on the big screen. No use denying it. You fucking love fucking dogs!” Dean taunted her with the truth.

As they were watching the video, Dean had slowly been dipping his finger deeper and deeper into Beth’s pussy until he felt all the bumps that he knew must be the stitches.

He could feel some just at the base of her pussy closest to her ass hole, some further in, and some just at the limit of where his fingers could reach.

“I can’t wait to see how that all happened!” Dean said as he hit play.

Later, when the video had ended, Dean said, “That was unbelievable, Fuck-toy! You dog and horse fucking slut! I can see why you’re torn up inside. Holy shit, that horse’s cock was huge! Eddie, play that again. I want to see her getting dog and horse fucked while I fuck her asshole. Maybe I can time it and cum at the same time as the horse does. Now roll over Fuck-toy and spread your ass.”

As Dean had planned earlier, the three boys each fucked her ass while watching the video of Beth at the barn.

After they were all satisfied, they got ready to leave.

“Ok, Fuck-toy. It started a little rough with you for being a total bitch with the door locks, but it ended nicely. I mean, in all seriousness, fucking your ass is amazing,” Dean admitted, as the other two also nodded in agreement. “Go do what you need to do this week. Heal that sweet pussy, and we’ll see you on Monday. That is, unless one of us wants a blowjob to help get him through the week. You ok with that?”

“Yes, Dean. Thank you.” Beth said, doing her best to keep the sound of loathing out of her voice. “Whenever any of you want to fuck my mouth, it’s yours.”

After they all left, Beth took her anxiety medication and slept until the sound of Patrick coming home woke her.



Wednesday, Blackmail Day 40

Beth spent most of the day resting, talking to her mom about her sister’s wedding and preparing dinner.

The wedding was this Saturday, and since it was a small event that didn’t allow kids, Beth and Chris stayed at a hotel and left Patrick home alone.

A month ago, Beth didn’t have any concern about leaving her son home alone, but now she was full of anxiety about it.

She tried having Matt stay over to make sure Patrick didn’t do anything foolish, but Matt was going away with his family.

Beth didn’t want any of Patrick’s other friends in the house.

They might recognize Beth from all the pictures of her in the home.

But there was no other easy option, and Chris was good with leaving Patrick alone.

He thought he was being a cool Dad by giving his son an excellent opportunity to have some alone time with his girlfriend.

When Patrick got home from school, he also thought about spending some alone time with Emily.

But it was only to satisfy the deal that Dean had made with him.

The deal was to drug Emily and give her to Dean and Eddie, and in exchange, he would have another sex session with Dean’s sexy as hell stripper girlfriend.

Although Patrick didn’t know for sure if she was Dean’s girlfriend.

Dean said once that he had “hired her,” but Patrick didn’t know what that meant exactly.

And then later, Dean was saying that she was “his girl”.

Patrick wondered what her real name was.

“Probably something sexy,” he thought.

If Dean hired her, Patrick wondered if he could hire her too, but then realized he might be too young to be able to do anything like that.

Patrick’s plan was to get Emily to stay overnight at his house on Saturday, drug her, have sex with her and then call Dean so he could have sex with her too.

However, what concerned Patrick was Emily’s attitude towards him all week.

She was ignoring him, so he doubted that she’d agree to stay overnight with him.

But he had to do something because he had to have sex with that stripper again.

“It was his birthday on Sunday,” he thought, “Maybe if I told her I was having a birthday party the night before and inviting a bunch of friends that she also liked to stay over, that she would too.”

Except there would be no party or friends, but before she realized all that, Patrick would give her the roofies and knock her out.

It was the best plan he had, so he went with it.

He was going to go over to her house after school the next day and planned to ask her then.

“Hopefully, Emily’s mom would be home too and think it’s a good idea. She seems to really like me,” thought Patrick.

That night, after the supermarket closed, Dean, Eddie and Brody were on the loading dock drinking beers and discussing the past few weeks.

“I still can’t fucking believe she fucked a horse!” Dean laughed, “Do you have any idea how fucked up that is?”

Eddie just laughed, and Brody shook his head like he couldn’t comprehend it.

“Five weeks ago, we were just trying to get her drunk and fuck her and now this. Unfucking-real!”

Dean said. “She’s got me so spoiled for easy sex that I’m probably going to swing by tomorrow before work for a blowjob.”

Just then, a text came through on Dean’s phone.

“Well, speak of the devil, kinda. It’s little boy Patrick. Says he’s trying to set up Emily for us on Saturday night! Maybe I’ll skip that blowjob and let things build up in my balls,” Dean said.

“He just wants to fuck his mom again!” Eddie said, laughing.

“Yeah, how are you going to do that again, Dean?” Asked Brody, “Isn’t her wearing the mask twice going to be kinda weird?”

“Yeah. He must fucking know it’s his mom! How could he not? He was fucked up at the beginning of my party, but at the end, he looked pretty good. It must be the super-long blonde hair extensions. It makes her look totally different,” Dean said, “It’s just so fucking funny. Even if he figures it out, Beth still has to continue to fuck us or have her life ruined for having sex with Matt and now everything else we have pictures of her doing. Must have broken a bunch of laws by now, too. I wonder if a mother has ever gone to jail for having sex with her teen son before. Going to have to Google that later.”

“Did you just call her Beth? Are you falling for her now?” Eddie asked sarcastically. “Dean and Beth sitting in a tree...” Eddie started.

“Fuck you,” Dean yelled before admitting, “But that was pretty funny, Eddie.”

“I still want to turn her into a shit toilet,” said Eddie.

“Not me, man,” said Brody, “That’s too fucking gross.”

“That’s why it’s funny!” countered Eddie.

“No, let’s just keep it to plain old fucking for a few weeks. Let her mind calm down. Halloween is coming up. Maybe a Halloween party? I can think of a few things to humiliate the fuck out of her with that. That’s another mask opportunity to get her to fuck her kid, too. My cousin is getting married soon, but I don’t know when his bachelor party is. Bet she’d be popular for that too. Brody, you’re the only one who hasn’t had a weekend with her to yourself. Want that to happen?” Dean asked.

“No. That’s too long. I like what I have going on with her now. Hey, Look! It’s Hubcap.” Brody said.

Hubcap got about 15 feet away from the dumpsters before Eddie tossed an empty bottle at him.

It hit Hubcap on the shoulder before shattering on the ground.

“Nailed him, ten points!” Eddie shouted.

The other two started throwing bottles, and Hubcap made a hasty retreat into the woods.

“I can’t believe he puked in her mouth. That was fucked up. Not as fucked as the horse, but still fucked up,” Eddie said.

“Glad you didn’t throw her in the dumpster and crush her to death?” teased Dean.

“Not yet,” laughed Eddie.

Thursday, Blackmail Day 41

Beth spent another day resting and preparing for her sister’s wedding.

Since she had lost so much weight from anxiety and stress, she needed to go shopping for new clothes. She was trying not to think about being pregnant and what was going to happen on Friday.

As she was trying on dresses, she tried not to even look at her stomach, but just before she was done trying on clothes, she stopped and looked at her nude body in the full-length mirror in the dressing room.

“I have lost a lot of weight,” she thought as she ran her hand over her flat stomach and looked at how prominent her ribs were now. “Not nearly as curvy. Just thin all around. Even my boobs are smaller. DD now instead of an EE. Not that Chris has noticed. Or even the boys. I wonder if Matt will. Poor Matt! He’s done so much for me.”

Beth bought her clothes and went home after stopping at a store to replenish the liquor at her house.

Meanwhile, Patrick was at Emily’s house, trying to comprehend the devastating thing she had just said to him.

“You want to break up with me?” he asked sadly.

Emily was feeling horrible, and Patrick’s sad expression made her feel even worse, but she stayed strong and repeated what she had said.

Patrick wasn’t sad about the breakup, but rather what this meant regarding his deal with Dean.

With no Emily to trade, there is no stripper sex for him.

Desperate to keep Saturday night in play, Patrick apologized to her for being such a jerk and told her that he still wanted to be friends.

Emily smiled and said that she did too.

At that moment, Emily’s mom, Maddie, got home from work.

That was when Patrick played his birthday sympathy card and asked Emily, in front of her mom, if she’d want to stay over at his house on Saturday to have cake and watch movies.

He then mentioned a few names that Emily always enjoyed being with and who would be there, but he knew that she wasn’t close enough friends with them to ask them about the party.

Maddie didn’t know that they had just broken up and encouraged Emily to go and have fun.

Her Mom assumed that Patrick’s parents would be there, and Maddie wanted to have some private time at her home with her new boyfriend.

Reluctantly, Emily agreed.

Patrick gave Emily a quick and friendly hug goodbye and walked home.

Later that night, when Chris and Beth were in bed, Chris started rubbing her hip and cupping her breasts to indicate that he wanted to have sex, but Beth told him that she was having her period this week and didn’t want to do anything.

With a frustrated sigh, Chris turned over and fell asleep.

Beth kept her eyes closed and waited for the sleeping pill she had taken to make her fall blissfully to sleep.

Friday, Blackmail Day 42

Since Beth couldn’t drive herself home after the procedure and she didn’t want to take a rideshare, she asked Matt to drive her.

She only told him that it was for a routine procedure.

At the OBGYN clinic, he dutifully waited for her outside in the car until Beth came out and he took her home.

Beth took a Valium in the car and was loopy enough when they arrived at her house that Matt had to escort her in and up to her bedroom to lie down.

They both knew that Patrick was working on a project at school and wouldn’t be home until later.

Beth also had left a note on the kitchen table for both Chris and Patrick, telling them that she was ill and had gone to bed early.

Once Beth was settled in bed, Matt got up to leave, but Beth reached out and told him to sit down next to her.

From the meds they had given her at the clinic and the meds that she took herself, Beth felt fantastic and, like she always did around Matt, very horny.

She drunkenly told him that she had to pay for the ride and asked him how much, as her hand was rubbing the prominent bulge in his pants.

Vaginal sex was obviously not an option, but Beth’s mouth was hot and hungry for Matt’s cock.

After Beth gave him a blowjob and swallowed all his cum, Matt’s cock was still hard and in her mouth.

Giggling around it, Beth gave him another and sucked the rest of his sperm out of his balls until it finally softened up.

As Matt smiled and headed home, Beth happily fell asleep in her bed.

Saturday, Blackmail Day 43: Emily, the ex-girlfriend interlude

In the morning, Beth and Chris left for the wedding, giving Patrick strict rules not to have anyone at the house while they were away.

Patrick lied and said, “Of course.”

Patrick then spent most of the morning making the house look like a birthday party was about to take place.

He made balloons, decorated the house, pulled the cake out of the refrigerator that his mother had already gotten for him and displayed it with the correct number of candles.

Patrick even moved his mother’s car out of the garage and into the driveway to make it appear as though his mother was home.

Shortly before Emily’s Mom dropped her off at 3:00 PM, the house looked like a legitimate birthday party was about to take place.

He thanked Emily for coming, told her that she was the first to arrive and handed her a drink of her favorite soda, which also contained a full dose of the roofie drug that Dean had given him.

Thirty minutes later, Emily was asleep, naked and in Patrick’s bed.

Patrick had every intention of texting Dean, but not until he had also enjoyed himself one last time with Emily.

An hour later, and after Patrick had fucked all of Emily’s holes until his dick was hurting, he texted Dean that it was safe to come over.

When Dean arrived at the house, Patrick was correct in expecting Eddie to be with him as well.

However, Patrick didn’t anticipate that Dean would also have five other guys with him.

Patrick knew three of them but had never talked to them before.

They were currently seniors in his school.

The other two looked older, and he later found out they had graduated with Dean last year.

Patrick was surprised and concerned about what was going to happen to Emily, but then he remembered that she had just broken up with him, so she deserved everything that she got tonight.

Plus, Patrick was almost giddy, thinking that this would give him another go with that beautiful goddess of a stripper.

Patrick didn’t notice how quickly and confidently Dean and Eddie proceeded to his bedroom after he told them where Emily was at the front door.

He also didn’t think anything of it when Eddie carried her out of his room and dumped her naked body on his parents’ bed after Dean told him that his room was too small.

He also didn’t think it was strange that Dean said, “Your mom’s bed,” instead of " Your parents' bed.”

For the next few hours, poor little Emily’s body was twisted and bent and relentlessly fucked in all her holes.

Often, she was triple penetrated, but mostly double.

Several times, she seemed to wake up and start to struggle in pain or seemed actually to enjoy what was happening.

She called Dean and his friend Reggie “Mr. Adams” several times while they were each bringing her to an orgasm while they were fucking her pussy.

There was never a moment when the tiny blonde teen didn’t have at least one cock inside her.

Patrick’s cock also rallied, and he joined in again to cum in both her pussy and ass one last time.

Eventually, after the seven young men were worn out and started to leave, Dean asked Patrick how he was going to explain to Emily how she fell asleep.

Patrick started to panic a little at that because he didn’t think it all the way through.

Dean handed him two ecstasy pills that he said would keep her loopy until he got her back to her home.

“Give her one in a few hours and then another after she wakes up,” Dean suggested.

He thanked Dean for that and asked him when he would get the chance to fuck that stripper again.

Dean and Eddie both laughed, and Dean said that it might take a week, but he would do it.

Sunday, Blackmail Day 43

When little Emily woke up a few hours later, she found herself in the living room on the couch under a blanket with her head on a pillow.

She was fully dressed in the clothes she had worn the day before, including her sneakers.

Every part of her body ached and was sore, especially her vagina and asshole.

“Oh my god, what happened to me? Why do I hurt so bad again?” she meekly asked Patrick, who was in the kitchen.

Patrick considered himself lucky that she wasn’t complaining too much and assumed that the ecstasy pill he had given her a few hours ago was hiding the pain.

“You don’t remember? That’s weird. You got a wicked migraine and passed out as soon as you lay down. I felt so bad for being mean to you lately that I canceled the party because I wanted you to sleep comfortably. I tried waking you up a few times, but you just waved me off and called me Mr. Adams a few times.”

When Emily heard that once again she was calling out Mr. Adams in her sleep, she felt just as embarrassed as the first time and stopped herself from yelling at Patrick and accusing him of having sex with her while she was sleeping, which she had no doubt that he did.

“I feel….horrible, and also feel bad about you canceling your party for me. Sorry,” Emily said instead.

“That’s ok. I owe you for being such a jerk. Take one of these. It’s the migraine medicine my mother takes,” Patrick suggested as he handed her the ecstasy pill and a glass of water. “Do you want me to make you something to eat or a smoothie?”

An hour later, the now very drugged petite blonde was feeling great and was walking home by herself.

It was chilly, but her house was only a few miles away, and she felt like she was floating as she walked.

That was when a pickup truck slowed down as it passed her and came to a stop.

“Excuse me!” the driver called out. “Your name is Emily, right? My name is Mack. I go to your school.”

Mack got out of the truck and slowly walked over to Emily and started to chit-chat.

Mack had been one of Dean’s “guests” last night and was now absolutely obsessed with having sex with Emily again.

He had parked on the side of Patrick’s street and waited all morning for Emily to leave the house.

Odds were good that the petite blonde was going to be high if Patrick gave her those pills, and Mack wanted to be with her if she was.

Even if she got picked up by someone, he would follow her home to find out where she lived.

Emily said that she knew Mack’s younger sister Maria and started asking Mack questions about her.

Emily’s face was beaming with pharmaceutical-enhanced joy as she talked to Mack.

Several times, she put her hand on his chest after he said something that she thought, in her drugged state, was hysterical.

Mack, meanwhile, was just remembering grabbing her long blonde hair and kissing her pouty lips while he was balls deep in her pussy.

Mack offered her a ride, which the now chilly Emily gladly accepted.

In the driveway at her house, Mack asked for her number and if he could take her out sometime.

Giggling far too much, Emily gave him her number and said. “Sure.”

Mack slid over to her and kissed her on her lips goodbye while his hand massaged one of her tits.

When Emily’s face stayed blank, and she didn’t try to stop him, Mack slid his hand under both her jersey and bra and squeezed her bare breast, to which Emily just closed her eyes and moaned.

Mack decided to press on and managed to pull her shirt over her head and unsnap her bra with no resistance.

Seeing her large breasts spill out and feeling her tiny nipples start to harden up also hardened his cock.

Mack unzipped himself and asked Emily to kiss it.

Had he said something as abrupt and crude as a “blowjob,” Emily might have regained some sense of herself and resisted, but in her drugged and happy state, she didn’t think a simple kiss was too much, so she lowered her mouth down to Mack’s hard cock.

Emily kissed his cock head once and then twice.

As she was doing that, Mack had wrapped his hands around Emily’s long blonde hair and started to push her head down while he lifted his hips up.

Without even thinking about it, Emily’s mouth was soon full of hard cock, and she was sucking on it as Mr. Adams trained her to do to him.

Mack tilted his head back and alternately squeezed each of her breasts with one hand while he enjoyed what the petite teen was doing.

When he felt himself start to cum he pushed her head down into his groin, and Emily automatically swallowed every drop.

“Yeah, I’m definitely going to see you soon, baby. Count of that,” Mack told her as she wiped her mouth and helped put her clothes back on.

After she got out of his truck, Emily just smiled at him and waved goodbye.

Later that afternoon, Patrick put away all the birthday party decorations and made his parents’ bed look like there hadn’t been a several-hour-long gang rape on it.

When Beth and Chris got home, they sang Happy Birthday, gave Patrick some presents, and hinted that he might be getting a car when he passed his driving test in the months ahead.

When Beth went to bed, she was full of anxiety about what the boys would do to her the next day and all the days after.

She took her anxiety meds, gave Chris the blowjob he asked for, and fell asleep.

Monday, Blackmail Day 44

Beth woke up in a panic, fearing what the boys would do to her today.

She could feel that the stitches in her vagina were gone, but the ER doctor had advised her not to have sex for a few weeks, and she wasn’t supposed to have sex after an abortion until the bleeding stopped.

She doubted that they would leave her alone for that long.

Later, when they were in her bedroom and standing around Beth’s naked body, Beth told them what the doctor advised.

“Another week?” Dean exclaimed.

Dean had two fingers in Beth’s pussy and was fishing around, trying to feel any traces of the stitches.

“Doesn’t matter to me. All I want to do is to fuck this cunt’s asshole anyway,” Eddie said.

Eddie was already naked and rubbing his hard cock up and down the crack of her ass.

“Ok. Anal and oral only for the next week. We must really like you Fuck-Toy, to be so nice to you,” Dean said.

“Thank you, Dean. Thank you, Eddie. Thank you, Brody,” Beth quickly replied.

Dean stepped away to undress, and Brody moved forward to suck on Beth’s tits.

“I wish she stayed pregnant long enough for her to start giving off milk,” Brody said sadly.

“Dude, by that time, she would have been fat and gross, although you’re right. That would be pretty cool if we could suck milk out of her tits right now!” Dean said while laughing.

Eddie moved her over to her bed and had her get on her hands and knees while he coated his hard cock in petroleum jelly.

The boys all agreed weeks ago that the jelly was better than the lube.

If it was a quick anal fuck then lube is fine, but if they’re planning to stay in her ass all morning, like today, then jelly is the way to go since it doesn’t evaporate like the lube does.

After Eddie was done, Dean fucked her ass slowly.

Then later, while Brody was fucking her, Dean went into her bathroom cabinet and took her birth control pills out.

“You know Fuck-Toy, I kinda liked the thought that I might be making you pregnant each time I came in your pussy. So, no more birth control. If you get pregnant again, you can just get another abortion.” Dean told her as he put her pills in his pants pocket.

“Yes, Dean,” Beth said obediently, just as Brody fired his cum up her ass.

The boys then had Beth clean off their dicks with a blowjob and then finished the day by making her swallow their piss in the shower like usual.

In school, Emily found that she had suddenly become very popular with some of the guys in the Senior class.

Tony, head of the basketball team, said hello to her by name as he walked by her locker.

Emily was thrilled to be recognized, but thought it odd because she didn’t believe that she had ever met Tony before.

But Tony knew her very well.

He remembered how tight her asshole felt around his cock and how she cried out when two guys were fucking her ass and pussy at the same time.

Another senior, Mitch, who played on the football team, suddenly sat down at her lunch table with four other players, and they all never stopped complimenting her.

Mitch also remembered Emily very well from Saturday night.

He wasn’t into anal or oral, though; he just fucked Emily’s tight pussy over and over and tried getting as much of his oversized cock into her as he could just before blowing his load inside her.

Mack approached Emily as she was on her way to the bus to go home.

He couldn’t stop looking at how her tight little ass filled her jeans, and her long blonde ponytail bobbed up and down as she walked.

Mack’s mind was filled with images of when he grabbed her ponytail and pulled it back hard as he was fucking her ass.

He offered her a ride home in his truck.

At first, Emily was too embarrassed to even talk to him.

She remembered what had happened when Mack drove her home the previous day and couldn’t believe she had done what she had done.

“But Mack is so friendly and polite. Maybe he didn’t think I was a horrible person for being so slutty,” she thought.

She told Mack she would let him drive her home, but would not do what she had done the day before.

Mack agreed with a smile, drove her home, and acted like a true gentleman the whole time.

Matt went to Patrick’s house after school.

He was looking forward to speaking with Beth about her next plan to escape her blackmail.

Matt was shocked by how Beth looked when he saw her.

She looked sick and sad and broken.

The usual joy and healthy beauty in her face were gone.

Instead, she reminded Matt of how his dog looked after getting yelled at for getting into the trash.

When Patrick was engrossed in playing a game online on his computer, Matt slipped away and found Beth.

He learned that Beth had no plan and would only do whatever she was asked to do until Chris was away again.

When Matt asked her how she was feeling, she told him that her medicine for anxiety and sleeplessness made her tired, but otherwise, she felt ok.

After ensuring that Patrick was still playing his game, Matt gave Beth a long hug and told her that everything would be okay.

Beth started sobbing in his arms, and Matt had to pick her up to keep her from falling to the floor.

He carried her upstairs and laid her down on her bed, then covered her with a blanket.

Before Matt left the bedroom, Beth said softly, before she fell asleep, “You’re so good to me. Saturday…I’ll thank you on Saturday….take you somewhere…special….alone….”

Tuesday, Blackmail Day 45

Beth got a text from Dean at 9:30 AM saying, “30 min. Heels only and that long slutty necklace from my party.”

Once showered and prepared, she waited dressed as ordered by the front door to welcome Dean in.

He handcuffed her hands behind her back and then gave her one of his pills before telling her that it was too beautiful a day to stay inside.

Leading her by one of her nipples held firmly between two fingers, he walked her out to the patio and had her sit down on one of the patio couches under the pergola by the pool while he unzipped his pants and took out his dick.

It was a lovely day if you were dressed, but very cool if you weren’t.

Beth’s skin was covered with goosebumps, and her nipples were both rock hard in the cool air.

Dean ran his fingers through her long blonde hair while he slowly fucked her mouth.

Dean was constantly amused at how Beth no longer had the slightest difficulty deep throating his cock or any cock.

He thought back to the first few weeks when she struggled every time a cock even approached her throat.

Now, though, it was like she no longer had a gag reflex at all.

Dean rammed himself balls deep into her mouth and held her head in position while he looked around the yard and enjoyed the moment.

He did it again when the wind picked up and was blowing leaves all around them.

And he did it a third time just before he felt himself about to cum.

He held Beth there until he felt like his dick and balls were going to explode from keeping his cum from exiting.

And then, after waiting until his head was dizzy and his knees were weak, he let loose a flood of cum down her throat and directly into her stomach.

Dean pulled her head back by her hair to free his cock and then slapped her hard in the face to make her fall back on her handcuffed arms.

He stared at Beth for a while, wondering why she wasn’t complaining about lying on her arms like that, and then he started laughing when he realized that she had passed out.

Dean left her there naked and cold while he went into the house to drink and eat.

He stopped and then walked over to Beth with his cock sticking out of his pants.

It was cold enough outside that when he began to piss, steam from his hot urine was rising up off her naked body.

While Dean was in her kitchen and eating the lunch he had made for himself, he looked out the sliding doors that led to the patio and saw Beth awkwardly get up off the couch and walk towards the house.

Drugged as she was, Beth found it extremely difficult to walk on heels while her wrists were handcuffed behind her back.

Dean stopped eating to appreciate what he was seeing.

It was the first time that he had noticed how much weight Beth had lost since the blackmail started.

Her legs lost that sexy, rounded but toned look.

Now they were just thin, with a wide thigh-gap, and her high heels made them look almost bony but still sexy as hell.

Any cute “baby fat” her body had was long gone.

Her stomach was flat, her hip bones were more prominent, and her ribs were easy to see now.

Even her breasts looked smaller, but they were still round and fat.

Her face was leaner but just as beautiful.

“If anything, she looks even sexier and especially sluttier,” Dean thought. “Less of a MILF and more like an anorexic porn star.”



Beth’s large breasts were swaying with her as she walked, but when she stopped suddenly to catch her balance, they would bounce around wildly.

When Beth reached the sliding doors, she couldn’t stop herself in time and smashed her breasts against the glass.

Dean loved how her tits looked as they pressed into the transparent glass.

When she turned around to try to slide the door open with her handcuffed hands, he could see her ass pressed up against the glass door.

“That ass, though, is always fucking amazing looking. And feeling,” Dean thought as his cock started to harden.

Dean enjoyed watching her struggle to get inside and didn’t offer her any help.

Eventually, Beth stood and shivered in the kitchen.

“Ok, Fuck-Toy. Let’s get you warmed up with a good ass-fucking!” Dean said as he took the handcuffs off her and led her upstairs to her bedroom.

When Dean was done ass fucking Beth, she had passed out again.

It was 3:00, and he knew that Patrick would be home soon, so he purposely left Beth naked and face down on her bed.

Dean only covered part of her back and the lower part of her legs with a blanket.

Beth’s bare ass would be on full display if Patrick walked by the room.

Dean laughed to himself and wished he had installed a hidden camera in her bedroom to see Patrick’s reaction.

Thirty minutes later, Beth was still asleep on her bed, and Patrick was walking by her room on the way to his own.

He stopped and was startled when he saw how exposed his mother was while she was sleeping.

Patrick thought to call out to her and ask if she was ok, but didn’t.

Strangely, as he was walking into her bedroom, he thought that what he was seeing felt very familiar to him.

He stopped at the foot of her bed and couldn’t believe that he was starting to get a hard-on while staring at his mother’s barely covered ass, but she looked so good to him.

Her blonde hair covered her face.

“Why does this all seem so familiar?” Patrick asked himself.

“Oh my god! I know! She reminds me of the stripper! Gross! What the fuck is wrong with me?” Patrick thought as he started to hurriedly back out of the room, only to stop at the door.

Patrick’s heart was beating wildly.

“Is my Mom the stripper, though? That’s fucking crazy! But she was wearing a mask. How do I know for sure? No way! But her ass! Her whole body right now looks just like her! Wait! Mom’s hair isn’t as long as hers. Is it? No. And the stripper has tattoos. My Mom doesn’t have tattoos! Does she? I have to check,” he said as he walked back to his Mom’s prone body.

Gently, he lifted the blanket that was covering the top part of her ass and breathed a huge sigh of relief when he didn’t see the “Rape my asshole” tattoo with an arrow pointing down between her cheeks.

“Holy shit! What the fuck is wrong with me? Why would I ever think my Mom was the stripper? I have to get the fuck out of here before she wakes up,” Patrick said to himself.

That was when Beth blindly reached out, and her hand ran up Patrick’s thigh and gripped his hard cock through his sweatpants.

She had partially woken up when Patrick moved the blanket off her, and she assumed that it was Dean who was standing next to her.

Trying to keep “Dean” happy, Beth played the part of a perfect Fuck-Toy and begged him in her sluttiest voice to fuck her again.

Patrick, meanwhile, was standing still in absolute shock as his mother expertly massaged his cock through his loose sweatpants with her hand.

“Did she say 'again’? What does that mean? Is she dreaming?” thought Patrick wildly.

Because she was on her stomach and was reaching behind, she wasn’t at a very good angle to grasp her son’s dick properly as she worked it up and down.

If Patrick were in a normal state of mind, he might just have taken a step back to get away from his mother’s touch, but instead, he took a step forward with the intent to gently push her shoulder to break her grip on his cock without waking her.

Unfortunately for him, Beth took that moment of closeness to slide her hand up to his stomach quickly and then back down under his sweatpants.

Now her warm hand was wrapped directly around Patrick’s hard-on, and Patrick was so terrified of waking her up that he didn’t know what to do.

But his cock knew what to do.

It was rock hard, and he enjoyed how his mother was stroking it up and down.

The tip of his dick down to the base of his balls felt like it was being struck with electricity, and within moments, Beth’s hand was covered in her son’s hot cum.

Beth took her now wet and sticky hand out of her son’s pants, moved her cum covered fingers up to her mouth, and started moaning as she licked and sucked all the semen off them.

Patrick could not believe what he was seeing or what had happened.

His legs were so weak that he could barely stand, but he slowly and quietly backed his way out of his mother’s bedroom and silently closed the door behind him.

He quickly went into his room, grabbed some dirty clothes out of his hamper and put them all, including his now cum stained underwear and sweatpants he was wearing, into the washing machine in the garage.

For the rest of the afternoon, until Beth woke up, Patrick felt like he was having a nervous breakdown as he was panicking about what had just happened with his mom.

Beth fell back to sleep after “Dean” left and didn’t wake up until a few hours later.

She was shocked to find that she was naked on her bed, but then relieved when she saw that her bedroom door was shut.

It would have been very embarrassing for both of them if Patrick had seen her in that state.

She didn’t remember anything after Dean had taken her up to her bed, laid her down on her stomach and told her to spread her asscheeks with her hand.

After being surprised at how long she had slept, Beth surmised that her anti-anxiety meds and whatever Dean gave her were too much to take together.

She was also pleasantly surprised to find that Patrick had done his laundry and had even started dinner while she was asleep.

After Beth gave him a hug and a kiss and thanked him for helping her like that, she didn’t notice how quickly and urgently Patrick asked her if she was asleep when he got home and how relieved he looked when she answered “yes”.

Beth added that she had been asleep for most of the afternoon due to some medication she had taken.

After dinner, Patrick excused himself early and said he had a lot of homework to do.

He blamed what had happened today on his obsession with Dean’s girl and thought he needed some sex time with her to make him less crazy.

He had fulfilled his part of the bargain with Dean and given him Emily for a night.

It was time for Dean to give him that stripper.

Dean got a text from Patrick that read, “I need some alone time with your girl! How soon can I have her?”

Dean replied, “I don’t know, man, she's busy these days. I was with her today, though. I fucked her ass. You remember how good that is?”

“Yes! You’re so fucking lucky,” Patrick texted back.

“Wait, you have Monday off from school, right? Is your Mom going to be home?” Dean texted, thinking he would make sure she wasn’t.

“I don’t know. I’ll find out. Why?” Patrick texted.

“Let’s do this. If your Mom is away, I’ll have my girl come to your house and rock your fucking world. If your Mom is home, you can come to my house like before. The same rules apply, though. She wears a mask and does not talk. She likes to get high before fucking and wants you to be too. Deal?” Dean texted.

“Oh, fucking yes, deal! Thanks!” Patrick texted, finding himself instantly relaxing as he began to think about how hard he would fuck that stripper in his room and not how his mother unknowingly gave him a hand job just a few hours earlier.

Wednesday, Blackmail Day 46

Beth got her usual morning text at 9:00, and it read, “30 min, mommy”.

She sighed and got dressed in a summer dress with her hair tied in a bow.

It disgusted her to do what Brody wanted, but on the other hand, he didn’t want to have sex with her, which was a good change from what the other two subjected her to.

Brody just wanted a repeat of the other day with Beth feeding him breast milk that he bought online and two hand jobs.

The first hand-job she gave him, though, made Beth feel uneasy.

It reminded her of something, but she couldn’t remember what.

But Brody was out of her house by 11:00 AM, and she didn’t think of it ever again.

The rest of her day was spent doing housework and shopping.

Regrettably, she had to order more whorish outfits for the boys since they had destroyed most of what she had gotten.

This time, she focused more on slutty dresses.

That seemed to entertain them and somehow didn’t make her feel as worthless as the see-through lingerie did.

After texting Matt to ensure he could come up with an excuse to stay away from home next weekend, Beth also booked an expensive suite at a hotel a few towns away for that night.

She wanted some alone time with Matt to reward him for all that he’s done for her, and also because she desperately needed to be with him.

It was 2:30 in the morning when Patrick awoke with a start in his bed.

He was covered in sweat and was sporting a rapidly softening hard-on.

His underwear was soaked with semen.

He had a wet dream.

Dreaming about how the blonde stripper goddess was in his bed and riding him.

He was running his hands through her long blonde hair and squeezing her huge breasts.

He pushed her breasts together and bit down hard on both her nipples.

When he felt himself about to cum he kissed her on her mouth and didn’t stop until he felt the last of his load pulse into her pussy, which was really his underwear.

When she moved back and broke the kiss, he looked at her face.

It was his mom!

“No!” Patrick yelled in his dream as he woke up.

At that moment, he vowed to absolutely destroy the stripper when he fucked her on Monday.

To be insanely brutal and use her to bury the memory of his mother giving him a handjob so deep that he’d never think of it again.

Thursday, Blackmail Day 47

At 8:30 AM, Beth got the following text: “30 minutes. Naked”

Beth prayed that Eddie would honor Dean’s agreement not to fuck her vagina.

There was no telling how much damage he would do to her if he didn’t.

Luckily, he did, and after telling Beth that he was late for work, he pushed her face down on the living room carpet and brutally fucked her now always prepared, pre-lubricated asshole.

After he came inside her, Eddie had her clean his cock off with her mouth and left.

Since what happened was now just a typical morning that didn’t even distress her anymore, Beth got cleaned up, dressed and texted her Mom, saying, “My car service appointment ended early. Do you want to meet for lunch?”

Her mother did, and they spent the day together.

Later that night, Beth could tell that Chris was extremely horny.

She had been putting off having any kind of sex with him for a while now by claiming that she was having her period.

But the time limit for that excuse was over now, and she knew that she had to come up with something special for him to keep him away from her healing vagina.

Beth was still sore from the anal pounding that Eddie gave her, but offered her ass to Chris anyway, thinking that since he was so small, it might not hurt her at all.

As she expected, Chris wasn’t interested, made a face and called it dirty.

Beth then lay on the bed so that her head was hanging over the side and told Chris to fuck her mouth as hard as he wanted.

This was something Chris was interested in.

He grabbed Beth’s breasts and fucked her mouth hard and fast.

It didn’t take long for him to cum in her mouth, but Beth didn’t let him pull away.

She reached out and held Chris by his ass and kept his now softening cock in her mouth while she moaned and sucked out all his fluid.

Beth was trying to make this as sexually exciting for her husband as possible, and because of how the boys trained her, she thought for a split second to ask him if he wanted to piss in her mouth too, but she knew that he would never do that.

Meanwhile, Chris was thrilled at how enthusiastically Beth sucked him off.

But he wasn’t thinking about her.

He was thinking back to how that black-haired Italian woman with the enormous tits sucked him off in a barn when he was 20 years old.

Chris, along with seven other guys, pissed in her mouth later that night.

It was his favorite sexual memory.

He thought about taking a piss in his wife’s mouth now, but thinking that it would horrify Beth and make her think he’s a horrible person, he didn’t dare ask her.

While they were getting ready for bed, Beth asked Chris if he’d mind if she stayed overnight at her mother’s house on Saturday night after they went to a spa.

He happily told her to enjoy herself as he put his head on his pillow and immediately fell asleep.



Friday, Blackmail Day 48

Beth got a text from Dean at 8:45 AM, “I need a ride to work. Pick me up at my house at 11:00 AM. On the way, buy me…”

The text continued with a list of alcohol that Dean wanted her to buy for him.

Beth started to hope that she’d have a sex-free Friday.

“If Eddie or Brody were at Dean’s house, they could give him a ride to work,” she thought. “And Dean didn’t ask me to dress up.”

For once, Beth was right on all counts.

Dean was waiting for her in his driveway, and as he removed the alcohol from her car, he just explained that everyone had to work today.

He did have her move over to the passenger side and give him a blowjob as he drove her car to his work, but she still called that a “no sex day,” all things considered.

As she was sucking off, he told her what he expected her to do next Monday.

“I want you all day Monday. I know Patrick has the day off from school, so be at my house after Hubby leaves for work and tell Patrick that you don’t plan on being back until 4:00 PM. Got it? I want a strip show again, like at my party, so bring the mask and the hair extensions, but different slutty stripper clothes. You can change at my house. Got it?” Dean told her just before he pulled into the parking lot at work and flooded her mouth with his cum.

After Beth sat up and wiped her mouth, she dejectedly asked him if it was for another party.

“Just a private party. Me. Eddie and one other person who you probably don’t want to recognize you. Thanks for the ride and the blowjob, Fuck-Toy! See you on Monday morning,” Dean said with a laugh as he left her car and walked across the parking lot.

Dean waved to his boss, Mr. Riley, who was watching him out of the front windows of the supermarket.

Bob shook his head and smiled in jealousy when he saw Beth’s blonde head suddenly lift up above Dean’s groin after he pulled into the parking lot.

And his eyes never left Beth’s smoking hot body as she got out of the passenger side door and made her way around the front of her car to sit in the driver's seat.

Looking at how her legs looked like they were poured into the yoga pants she was wearing brought back so many good memories from the time he had sex with her all day.

And her long blonde hair, as it swayed in the wind, started to make his heart ache and his cock harden with lust.

“Still have that going on, huh?” Bob asked Dean when he was close enough not to be heard by anyone else.

“Oh, yeah. You want another go?” Dean asked.

“Yes, but I’m afraid of what it will cost me,” Bob replied.

“Ha! How about your season tickets to next week's football game on Sunday?” Dean asked.

“That’s it?” Bob asked.

“That’s it, and I’m obviously going to need that Sunday off as well,” Dean answered.

“Deal,” Bob said with a smile.

“Ok. Give me a few days to talk to her. Maybe sometime next week. Tuesday mornings still good for you?” Dean asked.

Bob said, “Yes,” and smiled.

Saturday and Sunday, Blackmail Day 49 + 50

Beth picked Matt up at his house in the late morning and took him to an expensive hotel about two hours away from both their houses.

Matt told his parents that he was staying over at a friend's house and wouldn’t be back until Sunday night.

From noon on Saturday to 6:00 PM on Sunday, Beth and Matt never left their luxury suite, spending almost every moment in each other's arms and making love.

They only took sex breaks for room service.

Matt was especially fond of the Jacuzzi in the room.

Getting Beth’s naked body all soapy in hot water and spending as much time as he wanted running his hands all over her breasts was the best birthday gift he could imagine.

But Beth gave him a lot more than that.

Her goal was to perform every amazing sex act she could think of with Matt, and she did all that and more.

And she enjoyed every minute of it.

She was relaxed and calm and loved every moment as much as he did.

No crazy outfits either.

She asked Matt if he had any outfit requests, and he just said he wanted her naked at all times, which made her very happy as well.

This was also the first time she had sex since the horse and the abortion damaged her vagina, but she knew that sex with Matt would be gentle with no threat of unexpected aggression.

And, as she predicted, it was wonderful.

At first, she did feel some slightly painful pressure points while having sex with Matt that she assumed were from the areas where there were stitches, but soon she stopped feeling even that.

Instead, it was only pleasure.

By the time she dropped Matt off at his house on Sunday, Beth felt like her old self again.

And coming home just added to her joy.

Chris was in a good mood about a project at work, and Patrick was volunteering to clean up everything after dinner.

In fact, after she told Patrick that she would be gone all day on Monday, Beth expected him to be upset that she wouldn’t be able to drive him anywhere, but instead, he looked almost ecstatic at the thought of being home alone all day.

Beth just thought it was a weird teenager thing.

End of Blackmailed and Raped Mother pt 2 of 4

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