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Introduction:

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 3 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.

Monday, Blackmail Day 51

Beth's weekend of joy came to a crashing end when she woke up on Monday morning and realized what was in store for her that day.

After Chris left for work, she kissed Patrick on the cheek and told him that she loved him as she walked out of her house with a bag of whorish items in her arms.

Patrick told her that he loved her, too, but all he could think about was how he was about to fuck that sexy stripper all day.

“And in my own room!” he said out loud when he was alone in the house.

Dean texted him that they’d be at Patrick’s house at 10:00 AM, and Patrick was going out of his mind in anticipation.

Eddie was at Dean’s house when Beth got there, and she was surprised that they both were almost polite with her.

There was no grabbing or demands for sex, and they both left her alone while she got ready.

Neither one would tell her who the 3rd person was going to be for her “strip-show,” but since Dean said she wouldn’t want him to recognize her, Beth put on back make-up under her mask like last time and used the blonde hair extensions to make her hair look a lot fuller and long enough to cover the top of her ass.

No boots this time.

Instead, she wore black heels that were so high that it was as if she were constantly walking on her tiptoes.

Black fishnet thigh-highs, dental floss-like g-string, a garter and a bra.

The bra resembled a sheer sports bra with a zipper running down the front.

It was see-through, and the material was so thin and wrapped so tightly around her enormous breasts that it looked like her whole chest was going to explode outward at any moment.

Her lips were a glossy scarlet red, and Beth covered her face and cleavage in shiny edible glitter.

She put on some gold necklaces and sprayed herself with a new, scented perfume from head to toe.

Both boys hooted and howled when she came out of the bedroom to show them how she looked.

“You need some temporary tattoos like before, too. Let me do it for you so we can get going,” Dean told her.

He made sure she had the same “Rape my asshole” tattoo across the small of her back, but didn’t have any arrows left.

Dean doubted that Patrick would notice.

He put a “bite me” one over her left nipple and a “fuck me” one right above her pussy slit.

Dean finished her look with a black leather collar that had “Whore” clearly written in rhinestones.

It had a small metal ring below the letters, and Dean attached a long, very slender chain leash to it, so they could walk Beth around like she was a dog.

“Perfect! Now, take this and let's go,” he said.

Beth swallowed the ecstasy pill he gave her while he covered her with a thin blanket for privacy as they walked to his car.

“Go? Wait, where are we going?” Beth asked in a panic.

“Just have to go to my friend's house. Don’t worry. Today is all just for him. No other guys will be there. Eddie and I might not even fuck you, although Eddie says that he wants a blowjob from you on the way,” Dean said.

“Fucking right, I do,” Eddie said as he looked at Beth like he wanted to rape her right there in Dean’s kitchen.

Dean drove while Beth was giving Eddie a blowjob in the back seat.

Dean purposely drove back to Beth’s house by taking a much longer route than necessary.

He wanted this to be as much of a horrifying surprise for her as possible.

Eddie kept Beth’s head down with his cock in her mouth as they pulled into her driveway.

“Stay here. I want to make sure my man has taken the same pill you got,” Dean said as he went into the house.

Patrick greeted Dean with a smiling face as Dean handed him an Ecstasy pill and a viagra.

“Take this, my friend and Fuck-Toy will soon be yours. She’s blowing Eddie in the car now. He should be done in 5 or 10 minutes,” Dean said.

“Awesome, man. Thanks for all of this,” Patrick told him.

“Hey, you gave me Emily. We’re all good. Just remember the rules. Her mask stays on, just as it did last time. You keep it on her, and you can fuck her again in the future, too. You fuck up and take it off her for even a peek, and you’re never going to have sex with her again. And Eddie will beat the shit out of you. Got it?” Dean threatened.

“I hear you. The mask thing is kinda weird, but I get it. I’m not messing this up. I want to fuck her all the time!” Patrick said enthusiastically.

“I know you do. And you probably will. How are you feeling?” Dean asked him.

“A little dizzy now, but good. Really good,” Patrick answered.

“Eddie and I are going to hang out while you’re fucking her. If you need a break, we’ll take over for a while. Relax and have fun. I’ll go get her,” Dean said as he left the house.

Eddie gave Dean the “1-minute” sign through the rear door window before he tilted his head back and flooded Beth’s mouth with cum.

Dean opened the door and pulled her out onto the driveway, making sure to cover her body with a blanket to keep her outfit hidden from the neighbors.

Dean found the look of bewilderment and fear on Beth’s face after she recognized the house as absolutely priceless.

Her mouth was open in shock, and there was a line of Eddie’s cum from one corner of her mouth, down her chin and running down her neck.

“Dean…I can’t be here…Patrick is…?” Beth started to ask as she looked at her own house.

“Patrick is why we’re here,” Dean exclaimed.

Dean’s face was starting to hurt from smiling so much.

“He’s been asking, no, begging for another chance to bang you. I told you, he’s obsessed with fucking you,” Dean said.

“Please, Dean. Don’t do this. Please. No,” Beth begged.

Eddie was standing behind her.

He leaned forward and said, “Too bad, cunt. I hope your pussy is healed. He wants to fucking destroy you. I’m going to give him some ideas too.”

Eddie shoved her forward, and the three of them walked to her front door and rang the bell.

Beth’s heart was beating wildly in her chest, and she felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she waited for Patrick to answer the door.

The drugs she was on only made that feeling even more intense.

It also made her feel lightheaded, jittery, and a little dizzy.

When the door opened, and she saw her son’s lust-filled expression looking at her like she was a piece of meat, her heart broke.

After they walked in and were standing in the front hallway, Dean took the blanket off her and let Patrick get a good look at what he was going to have fun with.

Eddie went over to the liquor cabinet and made them all drinks, including one for Patrick.

As he was finishing his drink, Patrick ran one of his hands all over Beth’s body as he circled around her.

Dean told her to raise her hands over her head as Patrick was rubbing her stomach, and then told her to bend down and grab her ankles.

As she was holding her ankles, Patrick slid her G-string to one side and put two fingers in her pussy.

“Remember me, slut?” Patrick unknowingly asked his mother.

Dean handed Patrick Beth’s leash and told him, “She’s all yours, my friend.”

Patrick was licking his mother’s pussy juice off his fingers right in front of Beth’s face.

“Thanks. Come on whore! I want to fuck you in every room in my house!” Patrick told her as he took the leash and led her to the couch in the living room.

Beth’s heels were so high that she had a lot of trouble walking, but Patrick didn’t mind.

He was mesmerized seeing how her breasts bounced up and down together with every step.

He sat on the couch, pulled her chain so she was standing in front of him and slowly pulled the zipper down almost all the way on the bra that barely contained her breasts.

Beth stood in front of her son and stared at the ceiling as she tried her best to keep him from looking too closely at her face, so she didn’t see what Eddie silently suggested to Patrick with his hands.

She felt it, though.

Patrick made a fist and punched her so hard between her breasts that the zipper on her bra ripped, and her massive tits spilled open.

Barely remembering not to make a sound, Beth managed to keep her head looking up while her son squeezed and pinched her now exposed breasts.

“Nice one!” Eddie said as he used his switchblade to cut the bra’s shoulder straps and pulled the whole thing away from Beth.

Then he handed Patrick his open switchblade. “Might as well cut off her thong, too. It’s just going to be in the way, right?”

And then, to Beth’s absolute horror, Patrick asked, “Think she’d say something if I stabbed one of her boobs?”

When Dean didn’t say anything to stop Patrick, Beth’s knees felt weak, and her legs started to shake as she thought that her own son was going to do what he had just said.

Patrick ran the tip of the blade under the g-string at her left hip and cut it with an upward motion.

Beth gasped out loud when he did that, not knowing what Patrick had just done.

When he repeated the same motion on her other hip, Beth understood what was going on as she felt her g-string being pulled forward between her pussy lips and away from her body.

Patrick put her torn G-string over his head and was still in a sitting position as he ran the blade’s sharp edge up and down her bald pubic area.

Beth only realized that she had stopped breathing when her lungs began to hurt.

Patrick stood up and ran the blade up the bottom curve of one breast, pressed the blade’s side against her nipple, and pressed it flat.

“I want to cut this nipple off her and make her eat it,” Patrick said with a laugh.

Beth was shaking in fear about what could possibly happen right now.

Would she allow her drugged son to stab her without resisting?

Let him cut off her nipple and stay quiet to keep him from knowing what a horrible person she really was?

Would her son, who she knew was a sweet and gentle person, really do such a horrible thing to her or to anyone?

“What the fuck? No! What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re as bad as Eddie. Give me the fucking knife,” Dean scolded him as he took the knife out of Patrick’s hand.

“Fuck her any way you want. But no scarring, or maiming or killing,” Dean continued.

“I know! I’m just trying to scare her,” Patrick laughed as he sat down on the couch.

Beth let out a loud sigh of relief.

Patrick pulled on the chain around her neck until Beth was on her knees and between his legs.

“Now suck my dick, slut!” he commanded her.

Beth kept her artificially long hair covering her face as she pulled her son’s sweatpants off and started sucking on his cock.

“Oh, this is awesome!” Patrick exclaimed. “What’s her name, anyway? You call her Fuck-Toy, but I don’t like that too much. What’s her real name? I promise not to tell anyone.”

“I just call her Cunt,” Eddie said.

“Her real name? Patrick. Is that what you want to know?” Dean asked.

Startled by what she was hearing, Beth gripped Patrick’s thighs and started to lift her head in the hope of looking at Dean to keep him from saying it, but Patrick just grabbed her head and forced his cock back into her throat.

“Ok, we’re friends enough now to let you in on the secret of her name,” Dean said, which made Beth begin to buck and try to move her body to get up and stop what was about to happen.

Eddie looked at his friend with a smile as he waited to hear what Dean was about to say.

“Her real name is Liz, Liz Mason,” Dean said with a laugh.

It took Eddie a minute to figure out the meaning behind the pretend name, and then he had to quickly leave the room before he started laughing hysterically.

Hearing Dean only use a variation of her name calmed Beth down, and she went back to quietly sucking her son’s cock.

“Liz, huh? That’s pretty. Come here, Liz,” Patrick said as he unknowingly gripped his mother’s blonde hair, lifted her mouth off his cock and pulled her close to his face, where he started deep kissing her while squeezing her breasts.

“That’s enough for this room. Every time I see this couch, I’ll remember you sucking my cock and squeezing your huge fat tits. Now for the kitchen,” Patrick said as he stood up and had his mother lick his balls a while before walking away.

Beth started to get up off her knees, but Eddie stopped her, “No, fuck you. You fucking crawl on your hands and knees like the dog fucking bitch you are.”

Beth did as she was told and crawled out of the living room and into the kitchen.

The hard kitchen floor was hurting her knees, but she knew that none of the boys would care.

“Dog fucking? No way! Does she fuck dogs, too? I want to see that!” Patrick said excitedly as he stood Beth up and had her sit upright on the edge of the kitchen table.

Dean laughed and said, “Maybe someday. Only Eddie has seen that. How many dogs were there again?”

“Three. That fucking whore fucked three dogs in a row. Had a bunch of fucking orgasms too, but probably many more knowing this slut,” Eddie replied.

Beth kept her eyes closed in shame while she stood up as they told her son all about how she made three dogs shoot their cum in her pussy one after the other.

“I have to do anything to make sure Patrick never learns that I’m really his mother….” Beth was thinking as Patrick stood between her spread legs and started kissing her mouth passionately and squeezing her breasts like he was trying to get milk out of them.

“She also did something else recently, and since we’re here in the kitchen, she should have another go with it,” Eddie said as he handed Beth a 1.5-liter stainless steel water bottle. “Remember this slut? I’ve been warming it up for you since we got here. You do remember drinking it, right? You were pretty fucked up that night. I can remember you drinking it, though,” he said.

“What's that?” Patrick asked.

“It’s a bottle full of horse cum. A friend of mine breeds horses, and he gave me a few bottles that he knew he wouldn’t be using,” Eddie said.

“No! Fucking! WAY!” Patrick said as he took a step back to get a better view, but his hands never stopped squeezing her breasts.

With trembling hands, Beth took hold of the bottle.

She did remember drinking it that horrible night.

It was slimy, thick and disgusting.

It was as if the cum from every blowjob she had ever given in her life had been collected and saved, and she had to swallow it all at one time.

She held the bottle up high and used it to block Patrick’s view of her face.

The drugs Dean gave her earlier were making her sight cloudy and her head spin so severely that she couldn’t concentrate on anything.

Beth hoped Patrick was feeling the same way and wouldn’t recognize her, but the kitchen's bright light and his proximity made her terrified of him figuring out who she was.

The smell from the open bottle nauseated her as she brought the top of the bottle to her lips and started drinking the horse semen.

It was warm and filled her mouth in uneven globs of a texture that reminded her of barely cooked scrambled eggs.

Beth let it fill her mouth, and then she swallowed with large gulps.

The three boys would often have her open her mouth and show them how it was full of horse cum before ordering her to swallow.

They all fixated on her jaw and neck muscles each time she did it, imagining how the sticky, white fluid was flowing down into her stomach.

Dean moved in close and started to rub her flat stomach as he watched, up close, how the horse cum rolled out of the bottle top and into her open mouth.

When Beth had drained the bottle, they had her lie on her back across the kitchen table.

“I’d like to give her so much that her belly would bulge out because of it, like a slut in one of those Hentai movies,” Dean said.

All three boys rubbed their hands over Beth’s stomach and often pressed down to move all that horse cum around inside her.

Her son took this moment to start licking her pussy.

The sudden flood of pleasure that washed over her body when he did this caused her to arch her back and moan as loudly as she could.

Beth could feel the massive amount of horse cum roll around inside her as she did that.

It should have been making her sick.

But the alcohol, ecstasy, and the other drugs that were mixed in with it were in full strength, and Beth suddenly lost all her worries about anything and could only think about the incredible sexual high she was experiencing now.

Dean and Eddie both grabbed one of her legs and spread them out wide while Patrick licked his mother’s pussy and sucked on her clit.

Dean got some ice cubes out of the freezer and tossed them on Beth’s stomach.

“Press the ice against her clit for a while until it hurts her, and then replace it with your mouth. See how often you can make her cum like that,” Dean suggested as he and Eddie did the same thing to her nipples.

Beth’s body started going wild on the table.

Having the most sensitive parts of her body go from freezing cold to getting sucked on by three hot mouths was driving her crazy.

The sexy blonde MILF was getting hit with orgasm after orgasm, one right after the other.

5, 10, 20? Until she couldn’t breathe and her whole body was constantly shaking.

“The skin around her pussy is so soft and smooth. Completely bare. I love it!” Patrick said that after the ice cube melted away, he started to rub his cheeks and face all over Beth’s pussy mound until he was soaked with her juices.

“Hear that Fuck-Toy? Patrick loves your bare pussy. Moan once if you did that for him.” Dean directed.

“Mmmmmm!” Beth moaned, which made Patrick extremely happy and even hornier.

“Now it’s time for me to fuck her in my bedroom and on my bed!” Patrick replied with a laugh.



Dean told Beth to get on her hands and knees and crawl to Patrick’s bedroom from the kitchen.

Patrick was so entranced by looking at her full and round ass as she crawled up the stairs, down the hallway and directly to his bed, that he didn’t question how this “stripper”, who had never been in his house before, knew exactly which room was his.

Patrick was naked in seconds, and as he hopped into his bed, he told Beth to get on top of him while Dean pulled down the window shades to make the room darker.

Patrick’s bed was small, only a twin, so Beth’s knees were on the edge of both sides after she straddled him.

Beth kept her eyes closed and forced herself not to cry as she reached down to take hold of her son’s hard cock and positioned its head at the entrance of her pussy before slowly sliding herself down over it.

“Oh, FUCKING AWESOME! I love, love, love this!” Patrick exclaimed as his cock was engulfed by his mother’s hot and wet pussy.

“I bet you do. You probably want to get your whole body back up in there, right?” asked Eddie as he looked at Dean, who was trying not to laugh too hard.

Patrick was too distracted to fully pay attention to what Eddie was saying as he was sucking on Beth’s tits and squeezing her ass as she ground her hips into him.

Dean picked Emily’s picture off Patrick’s nightstand and asked, “She sure is beautiful. Who’s hotter, Emily or my Fuck-Toy here?”

“Liz! No comparison. I love these tits! So big and soft, but the nipples are so hard and biteable,” Patrick said before biting down so hard on one of Beth’s nipples that she yelled out in pain.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Patrick yelled at her before slapping her across her face so hard that her long blonde hair flew around and covered her face.

“Emily was your first fuck, right? Was she good? What do you remember? Tell us all about the first time you had sex,” coaxed Dean.

“It was ok. We got too drunk, though. I remember her sucking me off and me sticking a few fingers in her ass.” Patrick stopped talking multiple times during his story to kiss and suck on Beth’s nipples and neck. “Tough to remember the details. I remember the next day much better! She was passed out, and I fucked her all morning. Her ass, too. My mom told me it was ok. Even gave me lube to do fuck her ass too, if you can believe it.”

“I don’t!” Dean said while laughing, “I met your mom at the party. She seemed nice and very friendly. She really told you to fuck your girlfriend in the ass while Emily was passed out and even gave you lube? That’s incredible!”

“Yeah, and Emily stayed over the next night too, and I fucked her all night while she was knocked out on pain meds for a migraine or something. It was awesome,” Patrick confessed.

As Patrick spoke, Beth grew angrier and angrier at herself, ashamed of her past actions.

Dean was purposely reminding her that it was she who took her son’s virginity, and then hearing Patrick describe how she had later encouraged her son to anally rape a drugged Emily the next day was crushing her soul.

Here she was, in disguise and fucking her own son again, in her own house, in her son’s bedroom and on the bed she had just made for him that morning.

On top of the blanket that she had sewn for him when he was twelve, surrounded by trophies she had praised him for earning and gifts that she had given him.

Her baby was unknowingly biting her tits and slapping her face like she was some worthless whore.

Because, right now, that’s all she was to him and to anyone else in the room.

“Dude, try this,” Dean said as he handed Patrick a stun gun, “Push it deep into her tits and press the button.”

“No fucking way! I’m not zapping myself, too!” Patrick exclaimed.

“Dude, dude, trust me. Have I ever done you wrong? You won’t get shocked, and I want you to tell me if you can feel her pussy tighten when you zap her,” Dean explained.

Beth pushed Patrick’s arm and the stun gun away from her as she turned to Dean with her mouth open like she was pleading to him not to do this.

Dean only smiled and, in a voice that chilled Beth to the bone, told her never to push anyone’s hand away from her ever again.

Patrick pressed the two metal nodes into the hard nipple of Beth’s right breast and didn’t stop until the top half of the flashlight-shaped stun gun was enveloped by her tit-flesh.

Eddie and Dean were kneeling by the head of the bed to get a good look at Beth’s face when Patrick pressed the trigger.

It was clear to everyone through the mask’s eye holes that Beth’s eyes were wide open in terror about what was going to happen to her.

“ZZZZAAAAAPPPP!” went the gun.

“ARRGGGHHHHHH!!!” screamed Beth.

“Oh fuck yeah! Her pussy just fucking squeezed my dick!” yelled Patrick.

Eddie and Dean were rolling on the floor laughing as Patrick continued to fuck his now temporarily paralyzed mother.

It took Beth about a minute to recover enough to use her arms to raise herself off Patrick’s chest.

That was when Patrick repeated the procedure and zapped his mother in her other breast.

“ZZZZAAAAAPPPP!” went the gun again, but not as loud as the first time.

Beth once again collapsed on top of him, but this time, she recovered faster.

“You only get one full-powered zap with that gun, my man. The next few zaps are a lot weaker and then you have to recharge the batteries. That was awesome. I always wanted to try that. You really felt her pussy clamp down on you?” Dean asked.

“Dudes! She got so tight she made me fucking cum!” Patrick said while laughing.

“Imagine that Fuck-Toy, Patrick’s cum is in your pussy. Patrick, do you know she’s not on birth control? You might have just made her pregnant. You could be a daddy at your age. What do you think about that?” Dean asked Patrick, but his words were really meant to torment Beth.

“That’s kinda fucked up. Can’t she just get an abortion or something?” Patrick asked in a way that made it clear to everyone that he didn’t care.

“Yes. Exactly! That’s what a Fuck-Toy does. Fuck, get pregnant and have an abortion. She just had one, actually. Probably from the night of my party,” Dean continued, “What do you think about a person like that?”

“I think that she’s a piece of shit that should take it in the ass more,” Patrick said as he shoved Beth off his bed and onto the floor. “You guys can have her. I need a break.”

“This bed is kind of small. Mind if we take her to your Mom’s bed?” Dean asked.

“Sure,” Patrick answered, not noticing that Dean said “Mom’s” and not “parent’s”.

Patrick had seen how rough and violently Dean and Eddie had fucked Emily, so that was what he expected to see done today to “Liz,” and he wasn’t disappointed.

The two young men used their cocks as weapons to brutally fuck Beth without mercy.

For a solid fifteen minutes, all Beth did was scream and cry as she was punched, slapped, choked and bent into positions that her body normally would refuse to go.

But neither one orgasmed inside her.

This was Patrick’s day, and Beth was his.

They’d have her later after he was done.

Patrick’s cock was rock hard after watching them fuck her, and he was ready for another round.

“Bring her into my room. I’m going to fuck her ass,” he announced.

Patrick had to hold onto the walls as he walked to keep himself from falling down, but by the time Beth was picked up and tossed face down on his bed, he was awake enough to know what he wanted to do.

This was the moment that he had waited for all week.

The moment he was going to destroy this woman’s ass so that he’d never think of his mother’s ass again.

He saw the “rape me” tattoo across her lower back, and that’s what he was going to do to her asshole as he lifted her up on her hands and knees.

Beth felt her mind start to fade in and out like she was entering that bizarre twilight zone that Dean’s drugs often put her in.

“Have fun, dude. We’ll be back in a while,” Dean said as he and Eddie went downstairs to get something to eat.

Fifteen minutes later, both Dean and Eddie were running upstairs to see why Beth was screaming louder than they had ever heard her scream before.

When the two burst into Patrick’s room, they were greeted by the sight of Patrick smiling proudly as he had one hand buried wrist deep inside Beth’s ass and the other the same way in her pussy.

Patrick had tied Beth’s hands to the headboard and then successfully fisted both his mother’s holes at the same time!

“Well….damn! I didn’t expect to see that,” Dean said.

“Me neither,” Eddie agreed with a sadistic smile on his face.

“Dude, I know I said no pictures, but, damn, do you want a picture of that?” Dean asked.

“Hell yeah!” Patrick said as Dean took a pic on his phone of Patrick smiling while unknowingly double fisting his own mom.

Dean then stuffed her mouth with a dirty pair of underwear from Patrick’s clothes hamper to keep the noise down from her screaming, and Eddie started squeezing Beth’s breasts and used them to force her to rock her body back and forth as her son fisted her holes.

“Carry on,” Dean told him as he and Eddie went back downstairs.

Later, as Dean was in the kitchen with Eddie, he took Beth’s cell phone out of his pocket.

“Patrick’s cell was next to his bed. Do you think he’s taken his hands out of his mom’s body yet and can read and answer texts?” Dean asked, smiling.

Eddie just shrugged, and Dean pretended to be Beth, texting Patrick. “Hi Honey, I’m not going to be home until 4:00. There’s money on top of the fridge to get pizza for lunch. Text me back that you read this, so I don’t worry!”

A few minutes later, Patrick texted back, “That’s fine. Thanks, Mom. Love you.”

Dean and Eddie were laughing as Eddie texted back, “Love you too. Have fun at home today.”

“Yeah, he loves his mom. Loves fucking her!” Dean laughed.

“You are one evil and tricky bastard,” Eddie told his friend, “I love it!”

It was over two hours later before Patrick came downstairs and stumbled into the kitchen.

He looked exhausted and put his head down on the kitchen table before saying, “That was so fucking good! But I’m dead. She’s all yours.”

Both men went up to Patrick’s room to see what was left of Beth.

The blanket, all the bed sheets and pillows were piled up under one of the windows.

They found out later that Beth had vomited a lot of the horse cum all over the bed while Patrick was fucking her ass.

Beth had been on her back, bent in the middle with her knees on either side of her head, when she puked.

Patrick said the cum shooting out of her mouth and then all over her face looked like the volcano experiment that he did in middle school.

The two boys saw that Beth was tied spread-eagled on her back.

There were whip marks from Patrick’s belt all over her body, from her face and neck down to the tops of her feet.

But most interesting was what was between Beth’s legs and lodged halfway up her pussy.

It was Patrick’s lava lamp.

And it was plugged in!

“Jesus, fuck!” Dean said as he quickly unplugged it while Eddie untied her.

“Please…please…I beg you…no more….It’s too much…this is all too much….take it out…..it’s getting hotter…” Beth’s voice was so hoarse from screaming that it was no louder than a whisper.

The lava lamp was very hot, but not hot enough to cause her any harm.

But had Dean been a few minutes later pulling the plug, Beth would have had to go to the ER again.

Dean put the lamp back on Patrick’s desk.

Beth never touched or even looked at that lamp again.

And for a while, until he threw it away, Patrick was extremely proud of the stain “Liz’s” pussy juice left all around the top half.

Eddie rolled her now almost comatose body over onto her stomach and started fucking her ass while Dean went through Beth’s lingerie in her closet in her bedroom.

He was looking for something that Beth should wear to make his boss extra happy.

After Eddie was done, Dean took Eddie’s place before her abused anal ring had any time to close.

When they were both satisfied, Eddie called Patrick back up to his mother’s bedroom.

“Ok Fuck-Toy, let's do something that we all know you love to do. Be our personal piss toilet,” Dean said as he helped the weak and exhausted Beth walk over to the bedroom’s bathroom and kneel her down in the shower.

Patrick didn’t know what was going on, and he cautioned Dean that they shouldn’t mess up his parents’ bathroom.

Dean assured him it was ok and told him to watch what “Liz” loved to do.

Patrick’s eyes went wide when he saw Dean piss into his mother’s wide-open mouth and saw her try to swallow as much as she could.

Eddie followed, and then finally Patrick.

“Best. Day. Ever!” Patrick said as he collapsed onto his mother’s bed after his bladder was empty.

Patrick’s cock agreed as it started to harden up after emptying all of the piss inside it into Beth’s mouth.

Patrick then made good on his promise to fuck “Liz” in every room in his house.

By this time, Beth was barely able to stand and was constantly on the verge of collapsing as Patrick pulled, shoved or even dragged her into various rooms where he rapid-fire fucked her pussy until he was on the brink of cumming before stopping and taking her to another room.

He even took her out to the garage, where he had Beth stick the top half of her body into the washing machine and then the dryer while he fucked her from behind.

Eventually, when Patrick couldn’t hold it in anymore, he climaxed inside his mother’s pussy while they were fucking on an exercise mat on the basement gym floor.

Beth was unable to move after Patrick got off her and remained lying there with her legs spread while her son’s cum rolled out of her pussy and stained her favorite yoga mat.

This was the first time either Eddie or Dean had seen the home gym, and they were both impressed by the amount of equipment available.

Dean made a mental note to tell Beth to start working out daily until her body is toned looking again.

Beth was unconscious in the back of Dean’s car as soon as Eddie shoved her in there while Dean was talking to Patrick by the front door.

“So if you ever want to do this again, hook us up with Emily like before,” Dean offered.

“Yeah, well…we broke up. Maybe I can get you another girl?” Patrick said.

“Dude, no. That sucks. Emily was smoking hot. Another girl, huh?” Dean thought.

“Yeah! Anyone I can get for you, I will,” Patrick pleaded.

“Anyone?” Dean asked as Eddie approached them.

Dean filled Eddie in on what they had been discussing.

“Your mom,” Eddie said matter-of-factly.

“What???” Patrick growled, like he was going to fight Eddie despite Eddie being so much larger, stronger and faster.

‘Hey, back the fuck off! You offered your mom up on the night of Dean’s party, remember? You said, and I quote, I’d let you have sex with my mom if I could fuck that stripper again! Remember that?” Eddie retorted.

“And you did say anyone just now.” Dean told him.

“I kind of remember saying that, but I’m not giving you my mom to have sex with,” Patrick said halfheartedly.

Patrick was on the tail end of being high on the drugs from earlier and was more open to Dean’s suggestion than he would have been normally.

“Look, your mom is hot. Do to her what you did to Emily with a roofie, and you’ll have another day like today with Liz,” Dean said.

“No way! You showed up with like five other guys the last time! Emily was in pain for days after. No fucking way I’m doing that to my mom!” Patrick exclaimed.

“Listen. I promise. Just me, Eddie and maybe Brody. We won’t be as rough as we were with Emily. We’ll be nice and gentle. You can watch us to make sure,” Dean said.

“I’m not going to watch that!” Patrick said.

Dean noticed that Patrick wasn’t really saying absolutely no anymore.

“Well, then stay in the hallway or something,” Dean suggested, “Dude, seriously. I don’t think you have anything else to offer me that equals giving you another day with my girl.”

At that, Patrick’s face was obviously crestfallen.

“You promise that you won’t hurt her?” Patrick asked.

Eddie was wide-eyed and in awe as he once again couldn’t believe what Dean was setting up.

“Have I ever let you down?” Dean asked earnestly.

“Let me think about it and let you know,” Patrick said.

“Good enough. Let me know. We all had fun today. Let's keep on having fun like this,” Dean said, smiling as he walked to his car.

Beth didn’t get back home until 5:30 that night.

She strolled into the house.

Every part of her body was in pain from what her son had purposely done to “Liz” for several hours today.

She hoped that her makeup was hiding the whip marks her son’s leather belt had left on her face and neck.

Patrick greeted her with smiles, but when he approached his mom to hug her, Beth was overcome with waves of fear and anxiety as she remembered how he had so savagely abused her.

She managed to keep her voice calm and told him that she wasn’t feeling too well right now, and a hug might not be a good thing.

Patrick thanked her for the pizza money for lunch and told her that there was some leftover if she wanted any, but she declined.

She had burped twice driving home, and each time, all she could taste and smell was horse semen.

Beth also didn’t remember offering to buy him pizza and doubted she’d be able to eat anything until tomorrow. When she questioned Patrick about where he got the money to order pizza, he laughed and said that Beth had texted him about it earlier that day.

Confused, Beth walked away and checked her phone.

Sure enough, there were all the texts that Patrick was talking about.

She sat on the living room couch and tried to recall texting Patrick that day.

When she saw the time of the texts and realized that it was while she was in Patrick’s bedroom, Beth figured out that it was just more of Dean’s clever manipulations.

Incredibly, Beth was almost grateful to Dean for doing that.

She thought that anything that pushed the idea from Patrick’s mind that he might be fucking his mom was a good thing.

As she walked through the house, she was sickened as each room now reminded her of having sex with her son.

If the whole house burned down right now, she wouldn’t care.

A long, hot bath made her feel a little better, and she didn’t think that Patrick had reopened any of the wounds in her vagina that had recently healed.

By the time Chris got home, she had ordered Chinese food for dinner (which she had no desire to eat) and was able to walk around more easily and in less pain.

Beth went to bed early and medicated herself into oblivion so she could sleep through the night.

Tuesday, Blackmail Day 52

Beth was like a zombie for most of the morning.

When Chris said goodbye, his light hug made her back and ribs ache.

She barely spoke to Patrick and couldn’t stand to be close to him.

As much as Beth didn’t want to admit it, she hated and feared her son.

In her mind, she replayed the same excuses that she had made for him after the party.

That Patrick was on drugs, that he was told Dean’s girl WANTED to be hurt and beaten, that Dean and Eddie had encouraged him to torture her.

But this time, that was only partially true.

He spent most of the day alone with Beth.

What he did to her during that time was a product of his own mind, his own ideas.

Beth thought that he was a different kind of monster from Dean, Eddie, and Brody, but he was still a monster in his own right.

And he had cum in her pussy so many times throughout the day.

Beth had no way of knowing for sure, and she wasn’t taking a pregnancy test to find out, but she had no doubt her son had impregnated her again.

When Patrick said goodbye to her as he left for his bus, Beth never said a word to him.

While she was taking a long, steaming hot shower, she heard her phone ding, telling her that she had gotten a text.

Her stomach started to hurt from the anxiety caused by fearing what today’s rape plan was going to be.

Not even bothering to dry herself off after coming out of the shower, she walked into her bedroom and picked up her phone.

The text from Dean read, “45 minutes. Lots of jewelry today, including the nipple clamp chain. Look classy and gorgeous. Wear the blue slutty dress I saw in your closet. Fake lashes and perfume.”

Beth dropped the phone on her bed and walked back to the bathroom to medicate herself.

She didn’t care how the drugs Dean usually gave her would interact with her anti-anxiety meds.

She needed it now, badly, just to make it through the next hour this morning.

As she was getting ready, she looked at herself in the mirror and started crying.

She had lost so much weight!

She couldn’t deny it to herself anymore.

Except for her breasts, every other part of her was getting thin.

Beth thought that she now looked like an anorexic with breast implants.

She hated Chris for not noticing or not caring enough to mention it to her.

She hadn’t eaten anything in two days except for that one massive dose of horse cum and doubted she could eat in the future until that awful memory faded from her mind.

(Beth felt like vomiting just now as she thought about how a belly full of warm horse semen felt in her stomach)

Without any emotion, she did as she was told and got dressed as ordered.

The nipple clamp chain was something new for her.

Dean had recently told her to order it.

The chain draped slightly down between both breasts, was covered in rhinestones, like most of her jewelry, and had tiny alligator clips without teeth that attached to her nipples.

The pressure from it was just enough to hurt, but not enough to do any damage as it held tight to her now always erect nipples.

The long navy blue dress went all the way down to her ankles and was open in the front from the base of her neck down to just above the top of her pussy slit.

It was open in the back, the same way, and had two slits running up the sides from the bottom to well above her hips.

Beth could easily see the logic in the design.

It was made solely to give a man easy access to a woman’s body, but still give the illusion that she was dressed.

Her legs had lost most of their soft, muscular curves and now looked somewhat bony, as did her arms, but once she pulled up her sheer white thigh-highs and stepped into her navy high-heels, her legs looked smooth and sexy as hell.

Beth put her hair up in a long ponytail that kept most of the hair flowing over her back, but kept several strands around her face that gave a sensual look.

Defeated beyond de***********ion, Beth slowly made her way downstairs, poured herself a large drink of whiskey, and waited to greet Dean at the door.

A while later, and just before she finished her drink, Dean was in front of her, admiring how she looked.

“Fantastic, Fuck-Toy. Fantastic!” he told her as he had her swallow two ecstasy pills.

Beth then sauntered towards him, put her hands and forehead on his chest, and said in an incredibly pitifully sounding voice, “I can’t do this anymore, Dean. Please, no more. End all of this. I want to die. Just kill me, please, if you have to. I don’t care. No more.”

At that, Dean was very concerned and glad that Eddie wasn’t here to hear her say that.

Eddie would love to kill her and fuck her in that order.

Dean wasn’t concerned for Beth beyond the fact that if she killed herself, it would end the awesome blackmail sex they had going with her.

But he thought that maybe this would be a good time to throw her a bone to keep her spirits out of the gutter, so he gently hugged her and said, “I admit, Fuck-Toy, that it’s been pretty fucking crazy recently, and you’ve been put through a lot. I promise that we’ll back off a little. Be a little nicer. Take tomorrow off to rest. How about that?”

Beth didn’t say anything but started to rub Dean’s cock from the outside of his pants.

“That feels nice, but I need you to take care of my boss again. Bob. Remember him?” Dean asked her.

By this time, Beth was once again losing herself in alcohol, pre***********ions and illegal drugs, so she only softly repeated the name of the boss, “Bob. Yes. Bob with the large penis, Bob.”

“Shit, are you that fucked up already? I hope he’s into fucking sluts in their sleep,” Dean said.

It turns out that Bob has absolutely no issue at all with fucking a beautiful woman like Beth in her sleep.

In fact, he found sex more enjoyable when he only had to worry about pleasing himself.

Just as before, he took Beth up to her bedroom and fucked and played with her body for hours until even his viagra enhanced 10” cock was sore, happy, and tired.

He did everything to her that he had done to her before, but this time he wasn’t nervous or hesitant or felt rushed.

This time, he confidently fucked and abused the beautiful blonde’s body in any way that he wanted and absolutely reveled in each and every moment.

Seconds before the first time he was about to cum, he grabbed the chain that was clipped to her nipples and savagely ripped it off.

As Beth’s body moved wildly from the pain that caused, Bob held her head in his hands and licked the tears from her face while his semen flooded her pussy.



Much later, and after Bob had left, Dean paid Beth a visit later in the afternoon.

She was naked, barely conscious and lying prone on her bed.

So Dean fucked her ass as violently and as quickly as he could before his lunch break was over, and he had to get back to work.

He left Beth face down on her bed with his cum dripping from her asshole.

Like before, he left Beth’s bedroom door open when he left.

But this time, when Patrick got home, Beth was awake and getting dressed after taking a shower.

They barely talked to each other, and she avoided him until Chris got home.

Every muscle in Beth’s body ached.

Her pussy was sore, and her ass was on fire.

She had to wash or replace most of her bedding because of Bob’s urine, and her shit stains were all over them.

Beth just assumed Bob had urinated up her ass again, as he enjoyed doing.

But to Beth, all that was just a typical day of the week now.

Wednesday, Blackmail Day 53

Beth slept soundly until 1:30 in the afternoon and stayed in her pajamas for the entire day.

She tried to clean the house, but the memories of Monday were just too painful for her to stay in one room for too long.

In the garage, Beth filled the washing machine with clothes, but when she had to lean forward to turn the knob to start it, she remembered what Patrick had done to her there, stopped, and walked away slowly and sadly.

When Beth went into the basement, she just stared at her cum stained yoga mat on the floor and started to cry.

She walked over to the heavy bag that was hanging from an overhead support beam and punched it.

And then again.

She then put on gloves and punched the bag so long that her arms were like lead, and she was drenched in sweat.

But it felt good.

She was imagining the bag that she was punching was Eddie or Brody, but especially Dean.

It was what she needed.

From this day forward, she used the heavy bag every morning and every night before bed to help relieve her tension and stress, and for the most part, it helped her.

It also started to rapidly tone up her body.

Dean had also ordered her via text that she was to use all the workout equipment, but especially the squat machine, in her gym as well.

The boys wanted her to have a bigger ass to match her breasts.

He had taken a pic of the digital display on the squat machine and told her to do at least 300 squats a day.

If he checked the number and she hadn’t done that many, he threatened her that she would be their shit toilet.

After that threat, she started doing squats immediately.

Even though she was spreading the number out during the whole day, her legs were burning after 200.

The machine allowed her to do different types of squats that focused on other muscles, but that only eased her pain somewhat.

She had thrown away the yoga mat that was stained with Patrick’s cum, so she took out another and tried to do some of her old routines, but her body ached too much to do anything worthwhile.

Then she put on a jacket and went for a walk in her neighborhood, but specifically in the direction away from the park where Dean and a policeman had raped her.

Emily felt a flash of anger when she saw Mrs. Stone walking on the sidewalk as Mack was driving her home from school in his truck.

Mack saw the angry expression on her face and asked her what was wrong, but Emily only replied that she didn’t like Mrs. Stone, without explaining why.

She was mad because Emily had been putting all the pieces together to figure out why she had been feeling physically horrible for the last few weeks.

It all started the night she stayed over at Patrick’s house, and all during the following week, her vagina and ass felt like they were on fire, and her nipples were constantly sore.

Her arms and legs also hurt, even her back and shoulders, but Mrs. Stone said it was from when she fell in the bathroom.

But there was no reason why her vagina and ass should have hurt so badly and for so long.

She had already lost her virginity to Mr. Adams the week before.

Her first time with Bradley had been painful, but it had also felt wonderful.

She was bleeding a little the next day, but was totally fine after that.

If her hymen had already been broken, why was her vagina bleeding again so many days after having sex with Patrick?

What did he do to her?

Did Mrs. Stone have any idea what Patrick did to her the night she stayed over?

Emily didn’t know for sure herself, but the fact that Mrs. Stone arranged it for them to be alone together that night to have sex always seemed a little creepy and strange to her.

And the few random dreams Emily has had about her performing oral sex to a large-breasted woman that reminded her of Mrs. Stone only made everything about that night even stranger to her.

But what Patrick did to her the night of his birthday party had been filling her with a building rage the past few days.

Patrick must have had sex with her when she was asleep that night!

He must have because she fell asleep and woke up with her vagina and ass feeling like they did when she and Patrick last had sex, just not as extreme!

She’d vowed never to let herself be alone with Patrick ever again.

Emily planned to talk to Mr. Adams and ask him his opinion about it the next time she saw him, which she hoped would be soon, but he hadn’t texted her anything about babysitting yet.

Maybe he didn’t have Hunter this weekend.

“Here you go, beautiful,” Mack said as he pulled into Emily’s driveway. “Did you want to go to the movies or something with me Friday night?”

“Um, sure, but I might be babysitting. Can I let you know by Friday morning?” she asked.

“That’s good. You have my number, let me know,” Mack said with a smile as he hid his thoughts of wanting to rape the little blonde right there in the front seat.

They’d go to the movies, alright, and he’d put something in her drink and fuck her until he had to get her home.

“Ok, bye!” Emily said with a smile and a wave as she hopped out of the truck.

Patrick was walking around in his house, wondering where his mother was.

She said that she hadn’t been feeling well recently, and he was concerned that something might have happened to her.

Her car was in the garage, and she didn’t leave a note.

As he walked through the rooms, he couldn’t help but remember with absolute joy how he had fucked “Liz” in every one of them.

When he arrived at the basement gym, he received a text from his mother stating that she was out on a walk.

With his mind at ease, Patrick suddenly remembered fucking that amazing big-titted blonde right there on the floor.

His cock started to get rock hard as he replayed in his mind fucking her here.

The sunlight was streaming in through the upper basement windows, and her blonde hair was literally shining in the light.

He could remember how soft her skin felt as he repeatedly threw himself on top of her as he pounded her pussy relentlessly.

He had cum inside her so many times already that day that it took him forever to cum one last time.

It was awesome!

“Could I offer up my mom for another go with her?” Patrick thought, “That’s fucking sick and crazy. What is wrong with me…. No way. But…if she were asleep and Dean and Eddie were gentle, maybe it would be okay?

Patrick’s cock was rock hard in his pants from thinking about fucking Liz again.

“No! Stop thinking about doing that to her! Mom doesn’t deserve that. But….she’d never really know, would she? She sleeps all day sometimes anyway…. Would it really be a big deal if she wakes up and doesn’t know that anything happened? She doesn’t remember giving me a hand job when she was drugged up, and we’re getting along fine, like it never happened. I did it to Emily multiple times while she was knocked out, and she never cared! Damn-it! It’s only been a day, and I’m already dying for sex with that stripper again. Fuck! What if I had her pour oil all over me and had her slide her body on top of me? I saw that in a porn movie once. Nuru or something? Fuck, what if those huge tits were all oiled up? I can’t even imagine how good that would feel. Holy crap! I forgot, she drank my piss! She fucking drank my piss right out of my cock! How can I not do that again?” Patrick said as his mind was overcome with images of fucking his “his” blonde goddess again as he slowly convinced himself that his mother wouldn’t mind being a payment for his lust.

Thursday, Blackmail Day 54

After Chris left for work and Patrick left for school, Beth stayed naked in bed as she awaited Eddie’s text.

She had done her heavy bag and squat workout already, and after showering, she just sat in her bed.

Eddie usually just gave her a time and wanted her naked.

Her phone dinged with a text, and as expected, it said, “30 minutes. Naked”

Hoping to avoid a bad beating, Beth tried to make him happy and texted him back, “I’m in bed now, naked with my legs spread and waiting.”

Later, when she heard the front door open and the sound of feet coming closer to her bedroom door, Beth closed her eyes, spread her legs, and started rubbing her pussy to give him a show.

She had already lubricated her pussy and ass in preparation for the sexual abuse that she knew Eddie would subject her to.

Beth heard something fall on the bed between her legs and was absolutely despondent when she saw it was another one-liter metal bottle of horse cum.

“Hope your hungry cunt face,” Eddie said as he was taking off his clothes.

Beth knew that no amount of begging or crying would make a difference with Eddie, so, while holding back tears, she picked up the metal bottle.

It was warm.

He had warmed it before coming to her house.

Eddie got into bed between her outstretched legs and slid his 9-inch cock all the way into her pussy with one thrust.

“Hmmm fucking nice cunt, Cunt. Now I want to see you drink everything in that bottle before I cum. If you don’t, that bottle is going all the way up your ass, even if I have to kick it the fuck in. Got it?” Eddie told her.

“Yes, Eddie,” Beth said as she unscrewed the top and put the bottle opening to her lips.

That she was lying on her back made the whole process extremely precarious and difficult.

She had to lift her head and only bring the bottle to her lips enough to slowly let a glob of horse semen slide into her mouth before she quickly swallowed.

And Eddie wasn’t making it any easier as he only stayed still while fucking her until her mouth was full before slamming his body down hard on her.

He loved seeing the lumpy, milky fluid fall into her mouth and then how her red lips closed tightly before she swallowed.

Many times, after Eddie’s cock punched down against her cervix, Beth was in so much pain that she almost spat out the horse cum but managed to gulp it down quickly.

When half the bottle contents were in her stomach, Eddie told her that he was going to suck and bite on her tits for a while, and once he was done, he was going to fuck her hard and fast until he came.

Beth knew intimately how hard and fast Eddie was going to fuck her, and she knew that there was no way she could continue to drink from the bottle while that was happening.

If she wanted to avoid having him push the bottle into her ass, she had to swallow it all quickly!

Eddie was now biting her nipples so hard that she had no doubt that they were bleeding, but she pushed that and everything else from her mind and concentrated on what she needed to do.

In total desperation, she put the whole bottle top into her mouth, tipped it back and just shot-gunned the remaining ½ liter of horse cum until the bottle was empty.

Beth swallowed the last warm chunk just as Eddie moved his mouth up off her breasts and mounted her again.

“If you throw up, I'm going to make you swallow two liters tomorrow. You understand me, cunt?” Eddie asked her as he put her legs on either side of his head and bent her in half before fucking her so hard that her whole body was rocking back and forth, and the bed was banging into the bedroom wall.

Eddie was fucking her hard like this on purpose.

He was trying to make her throw up so he could punish her for it.

Beth’s thighs were pressed into her breasts as Eddie was lying on top of her, so her tit flesh was being squeezed out between her legs and chest.

Despite the pressure on top of her that was keeping her from breathing properly, Beth could still feel the horse cum slosh around in her stomach.

It was making her feel sick, and she prayed that she didn’t puke it all up like she had every time before.

Luckily for Beth, she soon heard Eddie groan loudly as his cum shot deep into her pussy, and he rolled off her and onto the bed.

Beth stayed still and stared at the ceiling while the feelings of nausea faded.

When Eddie was all rested, he got up and retrieved the padded handcuffs from the floor.

He told her to stand up, and they both walked naked down into her basement gym.

“You got a lot of good shit down here, Cunt. I’d like to see you work out naked someday. Not now, though. Now I want to work out a little,” Eddie said as he brought Beth over to the heavy bag and cuffed her wrists through the chain that was looped through a support beam that held up the bag so that her hands were held above her head.

“No, Eddie. Please. Don’t do this. Please…” Beth started to beg as her mind went crazy, thinking about all the horrible things that Eddie could do to her while she was in this position.

Eddie got in close enough to rub his now hard-again cock up and down her pussy slit.

“Shut the fuck up! You’re just a fucking cunt-bag, and I want to punch the bag on the bag for a little while. Do you want me to use boxing gloves or just my bare fists?” Eddie asked her.

With tears running down her cheeks, she begged Eddie to use gloves.

“It’s going to be tough not to pound your fucking face in, but I’ll try,” Eddie said as he punched the gloves together as he approached Beth’s naked body.

Eddie unleashed a quick flurry of light blows, hitting Beth in the face several times before moving his punches slowly down her body until he was punching her much harder in the stomach several times before stopping.

Eddie put his gloved hand under her chin and lifted up her face.

“Looks good. I didn’t bust your lip or break your nose or even give you a black eye. And somehow, you kept from puking up all that horse cum as I was punching you. You’re just rolling in luck today, cunt,” he told her.

Beth’s mind heard the word “luck,” but she couldn’t comprehend what Eddie was saying.

Instead, she was trying to breathe.

Eddie then hit her breasts so hard that each punch felt like a detonation went off against her chest, and she kept imagining that each breast had exploded and ripped open after each impact.

And then a quick dozen or so blows directly to her stomach made her start to hyperventilate.

Eddie punched her in her flat stomach a few more times before he stepped back to take a look at her.

He thought her body was perfect.

With her hands tied above her head while she was struggling to stand and keep her balance, her every muscle was flexed and stretched.

She was really thin and looked sexy as fuck with her huge tits.

Nothing was better looking to him than that.

He also knew that she had a belly full of horse cum and couldn’t believe that, after all he had done to her just now, she hadn’t puked it all up.

That’s what he wanted to see, but it wasn’t happening.

Beth’s eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw Eddie take off his boxing gloves and approach her.

But instead of hitting her, he took her handcuffs off her and allowed her to hold her sore breasts as she fell to her knees.

He took two fistfuls of her long blonde hair, pulled her to her feet and walked her over to a workout bench.

He adjusted the bench so that it was bent somewhat like a reclined chair, and had her straddle the seat the opposite way, so she was lying forward on her stomach with her breasts hanging over the top of the bench's back.

Then he wrapped his belt around the upright part of the bench and her waist so she couldn’t move away.

After he handcuffed Beth’s hands behind her back, he kneeled down in front of her so that her breasts were hanging a foot above his head.

“The angle is horrible, but I think I can make this work,” Eddie said just before he started punching her 32EE breasts rapid-fire like they were two hanging speed bags.

His fists were like a blur, and they moved up and down rather than back and forth like they would if they were hitting an actual speed bag, but Beth didn’t care about the proper boxing technique; she was only screaming in pain as he pummeled her.

Her fat, round breasts bounced and danced around as Eddie’s bare hands battered them without mercy.

Beth’s legs failed from the agony her body was enduring, and she started to slide down the bench until the edge of the bench stopped her body under her breasts.

Unfortunately for Beth, this just tightened the skin of her tit flesh and made Eddie’s punches feel even more painful as he started punching them from more angles.

With a superhuman effort, Beth made herself stand and slide her breasts back up higher to make them soft again.

“I always wanted to punch these fucking tits like this! This is awesome!” Eddie said as he was laughing and started punching her breasts head-on.

Each punch sank deep into her breast until his whole fist was enveloped in tit-flesh before he pulled it back to punch her other breast with his other fist.

Beth had stopped screaming and got very quiet.

The only sound in the basement was Eddie grunting and the sickening sound of sweat-covered flesh getting hit.

Eddie’s cock was so hard from all of this that it felt like it was going to explode all by itself.

Eddie finished with one final punch directly at the top of Beth’s forehead.

It made her head fly backward, and after her body righted itself, the beautiful blonde suddenly projectile vomited a liter of horse cum across the room.

Eddie just barely ducked out of the way in time and couldn’t stop laughing when he saw what had happened.

There was a trail of horse semen vomit from the floor by the bench to under the legs of an oil tank that was four feet away.

He undid his belt around her waist and uncuffed her.

Beth rolled to one side of the bench and collapsed on the cement floor.

“That was fantastic, Cunt! Oh shit. Dean told me to go easy on you today. I’m so sorry, cunt. I forgot all about that. I’ll be nice tomorrow. I promise,” Eddie said with a shit-eating grin.

Beth groaned and started to crawl away from the bench as she retched a few times, but didn’t have anything left inside her to throw up.

Beth was on her hands and knees next to the bench with her head on the floor and her ass up in the air as she was trying to catch her breath and holding both of her tortured breasts off the floor with one of her hands.

“Fuck! What is it about your ass that makes me want to fuck it constantly? Huh, you fucking slut? What is it?” Eddie asked her before dropping to his knees behind her and started ass fucking her.

After he quickly climaxed deep inside her, he shoved her down onto her side and stood up.

“Ok. I’m out of here. Fuck you, cunt,” Eddie said as he walked up the stairs and left.

Beth didn’t make it out of her basement for over an hour.

She had to crawl up the stairs because she lacked the strength to stand up.

She looked at the clock and groaned.

It was only 11:30 AM.

Beth didn’t know why, but realizing that Eddie did all that to her in less than an hour made her feel even more worthless than she already felt.

She opened the refrigerator and, with a shaking hand, managed to pull out a ½ gallon container of juice.

Trying to give herself some quick energy from the high-carbohydrate drink, she drank as much as she could before she felt nauseous.

Beth then continued to crawl on the floor until she was in the living room, where she was able to pull a blanket off the couch to cover herself before falling asleep.

When she woke up a few hours later, she was able to stand and make it up to her bedroom, where, like too many times already in the past two months, she curled up in bed and cried until Patrick got home.

That night, when Chris got home, he noticed that Beth’s face was all red and asked her if she was feeling ok.

She replied that it was because she had just been busy washing the floor in the gym downstairs and had been using the squat machine.

“Are you going to get back into your daily workout routine?” he asked her.

“Probably. Something like that,” she said with her back to her husband as she cupped her sore breasts through her shirt.

“The boys will probably make it a new torture room for me,” she thought to herself.

Friday, Blackmail Day 55

Patrick had been studying his mom’s morning routine the last few days.

He noticed that she regularly had two cups of coffee in the morning.

One before his dad leaves for work and another before he leaves for school.

With a sickening and guilty feeling, he realized that it would be easy for him to put the roofie in her coffee after his dad left for work.

She'd be asleep in less than 10 minutes and hopefully wake up before he “got home from school”.

Patrick knew that he’d have to skip school to make sure nothing bad happened to her.

He didn’t fully trust Dean not to hurt his mom.

But he had never skipped school before and didn’t know how to do it without getting caught.

“And if Mom found out that I skipped, and it was on the same day when she mysteriously slept all day. And if Dean or Eddie hurt her…shit! I can’t do this!” thought Patrick.

“You ok, honey?” Beth asked her son after she saw a worried look on his face.

“Oh, yeah, Mom. I’m ok. Just thinking about a test next week. I’ll make sure I study, though,” Patrick replied.

“I know you will. Your grades are always great,” Beth said.

There was a long pause before she managed to force herself to say, “I’m very proud of you for that.”

“Thanks, Mom. You and Dad are still coming to the Arts Fair at school tonight, aren’t you?” he asked.

The Arts Fair showcased various art and music projects that all the High School grades had been working on since the start of the school year.

Tables lined the hallways with food and crafts, and the classrooms were open for parents to browse through.

“Yes. We’ll see you tonight,” Beth told him.

“Good! The comedy play that I’m in is pretty funny. See you tonight,” he said to her as he left for the bus.

“Have a good day,” Beth said behind him.

Usually, Beth loved attending school events like this.

It was a great time to catch up with Patrick’s teachers and other parents and friends that she hadn’t seen in a while.

But not this time.

Not anymore.

Not after what happened at Dean’s party.

Now she was afraid to meet with almost anyone related to Patrick’s school.

What was she going to say?

“Hello, Mrs. and Mr. Williams. How is your son Conner doing? I haven’t seen him since I sucked his cock, and then he fucked my ass”.

“Hello, Mrs. Collins, have either of your boys had sex since I took both of their virginities?”

“Betty, I noticed that one of Paul’s testicles is much larger than the other. You might want a doctor to check him out. How do I know? Well, he pushed his left one entirely into my mouth easily but the right one wouldn’t fit no matter how much he choked me or slapped me around. Don’t worry, though, his erection is very firm and has forceful ejaculations. At least three times a night, too.”

What if one of Patrick’s friends recognizes her?

Beth had planned to dress down and hide her hair somehow, but doing that had become difficult since it had grown longer over the past few months.

She had scheduled a cut with her stylist the week after the pool party, but the boys had told her never to get a haircut and to let her hair grow long.

Beth planned on dressing in an outfit that hid her curves, and after the boys abused her body today, she was going to have her hair braided at a salon before meeting Chris at the school.

She thought that if her hair looked very different, it would further keep her from being recognized as the “stripper” from Dean’s party.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone, which had received a text.

It read, “40 minutes, naked except for socks and sneakers”.

“Socks and sneakers?” Beth wondered why they wanted her to wear that.

She found out later when the three boys walked her down to the basement gym and told her to start working out in the nude.

With a sigh, Beth kneeled on her exercise mat and started doing some yoga stretches.

Dean adjusted the thermostat on the wall to 95 degrees while Eddie and Brody brought down some chairs from the kitchen.

The boys all stripped naked and watched the beautiful blonde use all her gym equipment.

Beth was already hot after her stretches, and by the time she was halfway done working out on the stepper, the high temperature in the room had her drenched in sweat.

Eddie walked up behind her and rubbed her ass as her legs pumped up and down.

His hands were wet from the sweat on her ass as he squeezed her cheeks and then fingered her pussy.

Brody milked her breasts with his hands the entire time she was using the bike, and her sweat was dripping down his fingers like milk from a cow’s teats.

Dean checked the total number of squats on the display panel and complimented her for doing such a good job as she was squatting up and down while his middle finger was deep in her shitter.

After the boys had had enough of watching her work out, they had her lie down on her yoga mat, where they each fucked her missionary style.

It was so hot in the room that everyone was drenched in sweat, and the boys loved how it caused them to slide all over the top of Beth’s body.

After each of them came in her pussy they went to her bedroom to have a shower together, where Beth dutifully kept her mouth open while they all urinated into her mouth at the same time.

After that, they made her give them each a blowjob and then left her on her knees in the shower without another word.

When they were gone, Beth stood up in her shower and rubbed a bar of soap all over her body. She was happy that the boys weren’t rough with her today.

Then she stopped and reminded herself that they had still violated her home and raped her repeatedly.

Was she suffering from some weird form of Stockholm syndrome?

But despite that, Beth smiled when she realized that it wasn’t even 11:30, and she had the rest of the day to herself.

Such was her life now; that parts of the day when she wasn’t being physically raped and emotionally abused felt like a gift to be celebrated.

Beth waited for Chris to arrive at the school before getting out of her car.

She didn’t want to be seen without him.

The night went much like Beth dreaded it would; many awkward “hellos” and having to pretend she was interested when parents of the boys that beat and raped her at Dean’s party told Beth about their children’s accomplishments.

Patrick’s play was funny, like he had said it would be, and some of the artwork on display down the corridors and tables in the cafeteria was interesting and clever.

Beth was glad that she didn’t see Emily or her mom.

That might have been too much for her to handle.

Beth’s heart began to beat wildly in her chest as she saw Patrick walking towards her down a hallway surrounded by Tommy, Jake, Conner, Randy and William.

This was it!

All five of those boys had brutally fucked and abused her multiple times that night.

If any of them recognized her or even joked to each other later about how she reminded them of the stripper…!

Beth didn’t want to trigger even a silly joke or a tease that would be heard by Patrick and make him think that there was a connection.

As it turned out, although they all thought that Mrs. Stone was beautiful (especially when she was in the pool a few times last summer), not one of his friends thought of Patrick’s sweet and wholesome mom when they thought back to the wild and crazy stripper at the party.

Just before Beth and Chris left for the night, she talked to Matt, who was with a group of boys and girls selling candy and baked goods to benefit the High School swim team.

She made sure that Chris’s arms were full of items Matt’s table was selling as they walked out to their cars.

Friday, Blackmail Day 55: Emily Interlude, Date Night

Emily felt very special as she waited in line for popcorn at the movie theater with Mack.

He was a senior and very popular in school.

All the girls around them were looking at her with obvious jealousy in their eyes.

It was very different with him here today than it was with Patrick a few weeks ago.

Then, she remembered standing in front of that crude and horrible-looking guy called Eddie.

She wasn’t sure what he said exactly, but she knew he was making lewd comments about her behind her back. But Patrick just told her to ignore him.

Looking back now, Emily assumed that Patrick was just too scared to defend her.

No one would dare do that to her with Mack, though.

Mack was big, handsome and strong enough to defend her against anyone being disrespectful like that.

They were seeing an R-rated movie, her first, and Emily felt as grown-up as she had the night Mr. Adams took her to dinner.

Mack behaved like a perfect gentleman, and she curled her arm around his as the movie began.

Unfortunately, Emily couldn’t have been more wrong about Mack.

Mack had a plan, and it was to fuck this little blonde that was in the seat next to him until his dick wore out.

He knew that the salt from the popcorn would make them both thirsty, but he waited until the movie was more than half over before going to buy them some cola.

Before going back to his seat, he added just enough roofie powder to her drink to make her loopy, but not enough to knock her totally out.

He timed it and the dose perfectly!

She was awake enough to clearly remember and talk about the end of the movie as they walked out, but by the time he got her back to his truck, she was slurring her words and having difficulty pulling herself up into her seat.

Mack was standing behind her at the passenger door and was “helping” her get in.

What he was really doing was running his hands all over her body and getting his hands under her bra to squeeze her tits.

Emily called him “fresh” a few times, but when she made no effort to push his hands away, Mack knew that he was all set to have a fun night with her.

He quickly took her back to his parents’ house, where he had his own apartment over the garage.

From 9:00 to 11:30 PM, Mack never stopped fucking the petite teen blonde in every position he could think of.

He also took many pictures and videos of himself fucking her hot little body and planned on sharing them with his friends later that night.

If Emily thought that she was popular in school before, she was going to be amazed on Monday by how many guys at her school now knew her name and wanted to be her friend.

By Sunday night, most of the entire male senior class was jerking off to her.

His original plan was to fuck her in the ass too, but he was having so much fun keeping his cock in her pussy even after cumming inside it a few times that he never bothered switching holes.



And for the most part, Emily enjoyed what Mack was doing to her.

Several times she came alive and pulled his head up close against her clit as he was licking her pussy and yelled out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as multiple orgasms from it washed over her.

It wasn’t until around 11:00 that little Emily started to fully understand where she was and what was happening to her.

She didn’t remember too much from the moment they got into the truck until the present, though.

She remembered feeling his hands on her breasts before she got into his truck and how good it felt.

She remembered walking up to his apartment and complimenting him about having his own place.

She remembered the thrill as he kissed her neck as he was taking off her pants.

She remembered how wonderful it felt when he kissed and sucked on her nipples.

She even remembered telling him to be careful because they were so sensitive.

She remembered feeling his penis slide into her vagina and almost giving her an instant orgasm when he completely stuffed it inside her.

She remembered everything.

But she had no idea why she didn’t tell him to stop!

The thought never occurred to her.

She barely knew Mack, except that they attended the same school, and Emily knew who his sister was.

Emily was shy and embarrassed as they started getting dressed so Mack could drive her home. As she was walking down the stairs to his truck, she felt ashamed as she felt his cum start to leak out of her pussy and get soaked up by her white cotton panties.

Mack was nothing but complimentary the whole time and acted like what they had just done was fun and 100% consensual.

And oddly enough, that was how Emily felt about how the night went.

By the time he dropped her off at her house and politely asked if he could give her a goodnight kiss, poor little Emily was blaming herself again and wondering why she had no control over herself when alone with men.

Saturday, Blackmail Day 56

The Stone family spent most of Saturday cleaning the backyard and shutting down the pool for the winter.

Beth took breaks from yard work to do all of her exercise routines as her blackmailers ordered her to do, and at the end of the day, they all went out to eat at Chris’s favorite restaurant for dinner.

By this time, Beth had managed to suppress the ill feelings she had for her son, and for the first time in a long time, she found herself having fun with her family.

Emily received a few texts from Mack on Saturday afternoon, asking her if she wanted to go out again that night or just watch TV at his place later in the evening.

She was still puzzled and mortified about what she and Mack had done together at his place the night before, so she politely declined and lied, saying that she had to babysit.

There was a collective outcry from 9 of Mack’s friends when he texted them all that Emily was staying home tonight.

Mack had told them that if he could get her over to his place again, he’d slip her a roofie, and they could all come over and have a ride on top of her.

Dean, Eddie, and Brody were hanging out at a mutual friend’s house with five other guys.

They were all drinking and talking about how hot the stripper at Dean’s party was, and asking him when he’d have another party like that.

Dean told them that because she likes to hide her face, he was working on having her entertain at a Halloween party the following weekend, but he was still finalizing the details.

The problem Dean was having with the party was the location.

His parents weren’t going away like last time. Brody lived with his Aunt, who never left the house. Eddie’s place was too small, and his mom would never allow it anyway.

Halloween was eight days away, and he had either Friday or Saturday night to have a party, which was perfect, but he was coming up with nothing.

Brody was sitting next to Dean and said quietly so no one else could hear him, “What about Patrick’s house?”

“Yeah. I thought about that, but if his dad is home or even if just Patrick is home, there’s no way we’re going to get her to do anything as fucked up as last time. But imagine if they were both gone and we had her dressed like a total slut and giving out candy to little kids. Dad’s come to the door to complain about her outfit, and she ends up blowing them. Fat moms are all furious,” Dean finished with a laugh.

“That would be pretty funny,” Brody said.

There was a period of silence before Brody said, “I want to see Patrick fuck his mom for real. I mean, that he KNOWS it’s his mom and fucks her anyway,” Brody said seriously.

“Dude, you are reading my mind! I think he’s like halfway into saying yes to letting all three of us fuck his mom if he gets to fuck the…stripper one more time. He really wants to fuck that strip…I mean..his mom…” Dean stopped and started laughing, “Sometimes it gets confusing to talk about.”

“No shit. Change the deal before he says yes. Tell him the new deal is that we also want him to fuck his mom,” Brody said.

“Sure. I’ll text him that now,” Dean said before stopping and laughing.

“No, wait. I’m also going to text him as the stripper that he’s in love with! He’ll lose his mind. I’ll get one of those cheap pay-by-the-minute phones at a gas station. This is going to be too funny.” Dean said.

It was 8:00 p.m. on Saturday, and Bradley had just returned from a three-day business trip.

He had forgotten to water his houseplants before he left, and now they were looking almost dead.

Like a strike of lightning, Bradley figured out how he could get little Emily over to his place more frequently and more frequently meant more sex for him.

He texted Emily and asked if she could come over tomorrow afternoon to discuss taking care of his plants the next time he was away, and he offered to pick her up.

Bradley had a big grin when she texted him back almost immediately with a “yes” and a smiling face.



Patrick was jerking himself off as he lay on his bed with his phone in his hand.

He was looking at the pic that Dean had sent him.

It was of Patrick on his bed as he was kneeling behind “Liz”, who was on her hands and knees in his bed.

One of his hands was wrist-deep in Liz’s asshole, and the other the same way in her pussy.

Her hands were tied to the headboard in a way that her body was raised up enough to show her massive tits hanging down.

The picture had captured the moment when her super-long blonde hair was flying all around as she was trying to get away from him and screaming at the top of her lungs.

The picture didn’t show it, but he remembered how tight the skin of her asshole and pussy was around his wrist.

When he finally pulled his hands out of her holes, he could still feel the pressure from her body that was left around the beginning of each forearm.

He had jerked off to this image every night since Dean sent it to him.

The sudden text from Dean startled him.

The text read, “Hey dude. It’s been a week, and you haven’t said anything about your mom yet. New deal. If you want another time with Liz to do ANYTHING again, there is a new twist. We all fuck your mom, and that includes you. A real fuck where you cum in her pussy too. No faking it.”

“Forget it. No way. Never doing that. There has to be something else. Let’s keep the first deal! Please!” Patrick countered.

“Nope. We all want to see you have sex with your mom. Here’s a pic of Liz to remind you what you’re missing,” Dean texted and then sent him a pic that he had taken the night of his party.

It was a back shot of Beth on her hands and knees, with her naked ass up in the air while she was blowing Patrick.

“You suck. There’s no way, though,” Patrick replied.

Dean never texted back.

Patrick was upset but also glad that he now had another pic to jerk off to.

Sunday, Blackmail Day 57

Beth’s Sunday was as relaxing as the previous day.

Matt and one of Patrick’s friends, Randy, came over to play video games in the morning, and she was able to have a few quick private conversations alone with Matt.

They also had many intimate hugs and long kisses when no one was around.

When Chris had to run out to fill the propane tank for his grill, Beth made sure the other two boys were engrossed in their game and took Matt up to her room, where they made passionate love until they heard Chris’s truck pull into the driveway.

Later in the afternoon, Chris had a few friends over to watch the football game while he barbecued as usual.

Even Beth sat and watched the game for a while just before half-time.

Had Beth been paying closer attention, she might have seen Dean and Eddie sitting several rows behind the 50-yard line, but she wouldn’t have known that they had paid for those premium seats with her body last Tuesday, with Dean’s boss.

Chris’s friend, Bradley Adams, canceled coming to the barbecue at the last minute, though.

He said that something suddenly came up, but he would still try to make it later if he could, but he never did.

Instead, Bradley happily spent the day in bed with Emily.

After each time he climaxed inside the adorable blonde teen, they talked about what she had been up to since he had last seen her.

Emily took that moment to vent about her ill feelings toward Patrick and what she suspected he had done to her.

Bradley was shocked.

Not by what Patrick probably did to her, though.

He thought that what Patrick did was awesome and wanted to congratulate the kid, but he pretended to be shocked and angry, vowing to kick Patrick’s ass today when he saw him, and even his father if Chris tried to stop him.

After hearing him say that, little Emily felt loved and safe, but she begged Bradley not to say anything because it would be too embarrassing, and she didn’t know for sure what Patrick did to her.

Bradley then brutally fucked Emily as he imagined everything that Patrick might have done to her to cause her so much lingering pain.

He was jealous!

“I’ve fucked her for a lot longer and damn well harder than that skinny kid ever could! How could he fuck her and leave her bleeding and in pain for a week? That’s fucked up!” Bradley thought to himself as he bit down so hard on one of Emily’s nipples that she screamed out in pain.

Eventually, they had to stop to take Emily home, but before he did, he explained why he had wanted to see her that day.

“I go away for work suddenly and often. I need someone to water my plants when I’m away and ensure the house is okay. I already talked to your mom, and she said it was ok. I’ll pay you, obviously. Here’s a key to my house. I know you don’t have a car, but it’s only a short bus ride from your house. Would you like to do that for me?” Bradley asked her.

“Sure!” Emily happily exclaimed.

“Also, I didn’t talk to your mom about this. This is just between you and me. If you ever feel unsafe around a person or something is going on in your life that makes you need a safe place to go, you're welcome to use my house whenever you need it. Or if you just want to hang out and relax. Maybe with me, too. I usually work from home on Mondays and Fridays, but I don’t have to be here at all. That sound good?” he asked her.

Emily said, “Yes!” and hugged him tightly for a long time.

As she did this, the feeling of her firm breasts pushing into his stomach was driving him wild.

Bradley slid his hand down her pants, under her panties and between the crack of her ass and then dipped into her warm and wet pussy.

And then, like a homing missile, his middle finger dug halfway into her asshole as he started kissing her and sucking on her tongue.

Emily knew that Bradley loved to do that to her ass and pushed her butt out to give him easier access.

He took his soiled finger out and held it in front of her mouth.

“I have to clean my finger before I take you home,” Bradley said, wondering if she’d take the bait.

She did.

With no hesitation, she opened her mouth and put his whole finger in her mouth as she licked and sucked any traces of her ass off his finger.

Emily was always more than willing to try anything Bradley, but after giving her full access to his house, she would do whatever he asked her from now on.

Which was precisely what Bradley was counting on.

That night, as Patrick was in his room and unknowingly jerking off to two pictures of him getting a blowjob from and double fisting his Mom, he got a text from a number that he didn’t know.

Dean was using a burner phone to pretend he was Beth/Liz/Stripper.

The text said, “Hello, baby. Dean gave me your number. I miss you. Actually, I just miss your hard cock!”

Patrick texted back, “Who is this?”

The reply was, “Oh, you know me, baby. And my ass and pussy remember your fists.”

“Holy shit!” Patrick thought, It’s Liz!

He texted back, “Liz?”

“Yeah, baby. I need you. Dean says you’re holding out on him about something. Give him what he wants and then rock my world again,” Liz replied.

Patrick asked her to send a pic to prove who she was.

There was a long pause before Patrick’s phone got the pic.

It was a picture taken when Beth was in her bathroom, FaceTiming with Dean in Bob’s office.

In it, she was lifting one of her breasts up to her mouth and was sucking on one of her nipples.

Dean had cut the picture to remove Beth’s eyes and also blurred the bathroom slightly so Patrick wouldn’t recognize his mom’s bathroom.

Most of Beth’s naked body and long blonde hair were visible, though, and Patrick did not doubt that he was texting the superhot stripper that he had fucked so many times in the past.

“I’m imagining that you’re biting my tits. You love doing that. I have to pee. Do you want to see?” the text asked.

“Yes!” Patrick texted back instantly.

“Ok, baby. Give me a minute. Hopefully, I can stop fingering my pussy long enough. I’m thinking about everything that you did to me. Do you miss my pussy, baby?” the text asked.

“Yes! I love it. I want to fuck you again!” Patrick said with a cock so hard it was hurting him.

Patrick then got another picture.

It was another edited pic of Beth urinating on a towel in her bathroom from the same time she was sucking on her tits.

“Next time we’re together, you can piss on me. I’ll drink it. I’ll lick your asshole. You can shit in my mouth. I’ll fucking eat your shit if you tell me to. Punch my tits. Punch my face. Choke me until I pass out. Whip me with your belt buckle. I’ll do anything for you, baby!” the text read.

Patrick replied with a series of desperate texts for more, but “Liz” never responded.

Dean was sitting at his kitchen table, texting Patrick while pretending to be Liz.

Both his parents were in the next room watching TV.

After Dean put the phone down and started laughing, Dean’s father, Carl, walked up and asked him what was so funny.

“Oh, just joking around with a friend,” Dean replied.

“Ok. Dean, your mother and I are going to spend next weekend looking at foliage in the mountains. Maybe go apple picking if there are any left on the trees. You’re welcome to come with us if you can get the time off from work,” Carl said.

“I’d love to, Dad, but it’s too late to switch my work schedule like that,” Dean replied as he was overcome with joy from having the house to himself next weekend.

He had so many ideas about how to brutalize Beth!

“Yeah, sorry about that. We just decided now. It will only be Saturday night and most of Sunday. You can have friends over again. Mr. Martin next door said your last party didn’t disturb him at all and you left the house, so clean. We were very proud of you for that,” his mother said as she was concerned about hurting her son’s feelings.

“No problem, Mom. I might have a few friends over. You two have fun,” Dean told his parents.

“Don’t forget about your cousin Randy’s bachelor party on Saturday either. That should be fun,” Dean’s father reminded him with a wink.

“Things just keep getting better and better,” Dean thought as he went to bed.

Monday to Friday, Blackmail Day 58 - 62

The boys left Beth relatively alone this week.

Dean had to work day shifts to ensure that other employees could cover the time off he needed for his plans on Saturday and Sunday morning.

In addition to his regular work, Eddie had to spend time helping his grandfather on the farm, and he only had time this week to quickly fuck Beth’s ass on Tuesday.

And Brody, except for his typical baby-play Wednesday, wasn’t interested in fucking Beth without the others being there.

Dean was able to get himself a quick fuck with Beth on Monday morning, and told her how she needed to spend the whole night with him on Saturday, starting at 3:00 PM and gave her a list of things that he expected her to wear.

Patrick was hoping to remain friends with Emily in hopes of drugging her again and offering her to Dean as payment for hooking up with Liz again and not having to provide them with his mom.

But Emily kept by her vow not to talk to Patrick alone, and Patrick quickly found out that Emily was seldom left alone in school anymore.

Now she was always with multiple guys from the senior class.

And when Emily told one of them that she didn’t want Patrick getting near her, Patrick almost got the shit kicked out of him by five huge guys from the football team during lunch.

He never went near her again after that.

The few female friends she had were not as well-endowed or as easily fucked as Emily, so the seniors didn’t allow them to join in their circle.

Emily had so much constant male attention that she didn’t notice how her girlfriends were drifting away and no longer talking to her until the school year was almost over.

Mack drove Emily home every day this week.

Often, he was also driving his friends home at the same time.

Thursday was a half-day at school, and on her way home, there were two other guys (Duke and Alex) crammed into the front seat with her since the back seat was full of duffel bags loaded with football equipment.

Mack said that the truck’s heater was stuck on high and offered everyone a water bottle as he was driving to drop Duke off at his house.

He made sure to give Emily the bottle he had put roofie powder into.

Every time Emily tried rolling the window down to bring in some cool air, Alex cupped one of her breasts, which distracted her and made her forget all about it.

Emily had to sit on Alex’s lap in the middle, and he was constantly letting his hands roam all over her body as he lied and told her that he was doing that only to keep her from falling off him.

But dropping Alex off at his house was only a ploy.

Mack was just driving around until Emily had finished her water and was almost asleep.

After that, he drove them all quickly to his apartment next to his parents’ house.

There were three other cars already in his driveway waiting for him when he got there.

He had told his mother that he was having some of the team over to watch videos of last week’s football game and asked her not to disturb them.

The tiny, drugged blonde was literally carried up the stairs to Mack’s apartment and was stripped naked before she even got to his bed.

It was 12:30 in the afternoon when Emily’s legs were first spread wide, and Mack deposited a load of his cum deep into her pussy.

It was 6:00 PM before the entire 31-member varsity football team had finished fucking her unconscious body.

Cars and trucks filled with large horny guys throughout the day pulled into the driveway and then left with smiles on their faces after the occupants had dropped their loads of cum inside the drugged blonde teen.

The boys were all gentle with her.

No one really wanted to hurt Emily, and no one wanted Mack to get into trouble for rape or assault.

They all just wanted to fuck her and cum as deep inside her as they could.

Most of the girls in this year's senior class were frigid when it came to having sex, and all of the few that were promiscuous demanded that the guys wear condoms.

So Emily was like a horny teen boy’s dream come true.

Her body and features were beautiful.

Her face was adorable.

Her body was so tiny, and yet her tits were also too big to be fully cupped in their hands.

And being able to feel the heat and wetness from her pussy from not having to wear a condom while fucking her was driving all the guys wild.

Emily was basically a silent and warm fleshlight for the whole team that day.

Some of the guys also wanted to fuck her asshole, and after much debate about not ripping her ass open, eight guys that day ended up using all the contents from two large tubs of petroleum jelly to slide themselves into her ass without hurting her.

When Emily finally woke up, she was curled up with Mack on his couch and watching TV.

There was a fire in the large wood stove next to them.

They were both naked.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he said to her as he kissed her forehead affectionately.

“What happened?” she asked with her head in a fog.

“You don't remember? Damn! That’s not good!” Mack said with mock concern in his voice, “It must have been the heat in the truck. You passed out. You told me earlier that your mom wasn’t home, so I brought you to my place. You were sweating, so I asked if you wanted me to take off your shirt. Then I put a cold towel on your forehead. I asked you if that was ok, and you said yes. I swear! I was going to ask my mom to come to check on you, but when I touched your shoulder to see if you were still hot, you started moaning and kissing me. I thought you were really into me! I can’t believe you don’t remember this. You were so beautiful. We made love in front of the fire. It was the best time I ever had, and you don’t remember it. I have the worst luck!”

Mack acted so distraught that Emily felt sorry for him, and it never occurred to her that he had done something malicious to her intentionally.

Her breasts and nipples were very sensitive and sore, and she was also starting to feel a much milder but very familiar pain in both her ass and pussy that she felt after having sex with Patrick.

But unlike Patrick, Mack wasn’t hiding the fact that they had sex.

Emily started crying, not so much from physical pain but more from frustration about why this kept happening to her.

“Do I have a sleep disorder?” she wondered hopelessly.

She assured Mack that everything was ok and that she was just tired.

Mack barely kept from laughing after she said that and quickly texted his team that they were all in the clear.

As they were getting dressed, Mack decided to press his luck and told Emily that she looked just as beautiful when dressed as she did naked and asked Emily if she’d give him a blowjob before he took her home.

Still a little groggy from the roofie and wanting to let Mack know that she wasn’t mad at him, Emily dropped to her knees and sucked him off until he flooded her mouth with his cum.

When Emily got home, she took some ibuprofen, left an “I went to bed early” note for her mom, and went to sleep.

The next day at school, any feeling of distress Emily had about what had happened with Mack was erased when, throughout the day, members of the football team treated her like a special angel and asked if there was anything they could do for her.

When she felt sorry for herself because she was sitting alone at lunch, her table was suddenly filled with seniors (some on the football team and some not), pretending to be interested in everything she said.

The guys were asking her what she was dressing up as for Halloween, and they all gave her suggestions.

Tinker Bell, because she was so small, or a Slutty Witch, were the top ones.

The day that Emily was unknowingly getting gang-raped in Mack’s apartment, Patrick was home from school because he was sick with a fever and a cough.

While he was in the kitchen making himself breakfast and his mother was in the garage doing laundry, the house phone rang.

Patrick picked it up and found himself talking to his school’s secretary.

She asked him if he was home today.

He said yes and that he was sick.

And she said,” Hope you feel better,” and hung up.

Patrick asked his mom later and found out that the school just wants to ensure the students have a reason for not being at school.

When Patrick realized that all he had to do if he skipped school was to be home to answer the phone, he was surprised and happy.

There was still no way that he was ever going to fuck his mom like Dean wanted him to, but he felt better knowing that now he could still offer the original plan if it was an option.

As he was thinking about that original plan, he got a text from Dean, “Dude. I’m having a Halloween party on Saturday. Liz is going to put on a show that you’ll fucking love. Say yes to my deal about you fucking your mom, and you can also join in the fun on Sat.”

“FUCK!’ Patrick screamed in his mind, “FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!”

“I can’t do that to my Mom! That is totally fucked up. And wrong,” he thought.

“But…..she wouldn’t know it. I’m going to remember her giving me a hand job in her sleep for the rest of my life, but she doesn’t know about that, and everything is fine between us. Isn’t that the same thing? Maybe…FUCK!” Patrick’s mind was wildly racing and trying to rationalize doing something so unthinkable.

“So, if I do it, I get to see Liz on Sat AND another whole day of sex with Liz, right, right?” Patrick texted back.

“Correct,” Dean texted.

Dean was smiling so hard his cheeks were hurting him as he realized what was about to happen.

“And it’s just you, Eddie and Brody, right? No one else? And none of you will hurt her?” Patrick asked.

Despite all his emotional anguish about all this, Patrick was sporting a raging hard-on as he thought about fucking Liz again and seeing what crazy things she might do at the Halloween party.

“I promise, dude. We just want to see something crazy and fucked up. You fucking your mom is more than enough for us,” Dean hit send and held his breath as he waited for Patrick to respond.

“Ok. Deal. I will,” Patrick said.

“Cool. Party starts at 3:00 PM,” was Dean’s reply as he fell on the floor laughing.

On Friday night, Beth was talking to Chris about how she was going to an overnight spa with her friend on Saturday night.

Beth was very concerned that Chris would find it odd how she had suddenly started spending so much time with a friend she had never mentioned before.

She was afraid that he would ask her a lot of questions, but since Chris was concerned about her not sleeping well, he encouraged her to go.

“I’ll see if Patrick wants to invite some friends over and watch some horror movies since Halloween is on Sunday. It will be good to spend some time with him again. The fishing trip was fun. Actually, Beth. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something,” Chris started to say as they were getting into bed.

At that, Beth’s heart started beating wildly as she was suddenly afraid of what Chris was going to say.

Did Patrick say something about her to Chris when they were away?

Something about when she had Emily stay over?

Had she not covered things up well enough regarding what the boys had been doing to her?

Did one of those bastards say something to him?

“I’ve been hesitant to tell you because I know you don’t like it when I travel for work, but I need to go away for two weeks. It’s the week of Thanksgiving and the first week of December, though,” Chris said.

When Beth stopped moving as she was pulling the blanket back and was just staring at her pillow, Chris thought that she was upset and quickly added, “I know it means I miss Thanksgiving. You’re more than welcome to come with me! Maybe your mom can watch Patrick?”

But Beth was only suppressing tears of joy when she answered, “No. That’s ok. I really don’t enjoy going to Asia as much as you do. We’ll be ok. And with Thanksgiving coming up, I’ll be busy getting everything ready. Perhaps this year, I won’t be the host, but instead will be the guest. It will be fun.”

“Honey, you’re the best wife ever,” Chris told her as he started to make the obvious motions that he wanted to have sex.

Beth was so overcome with joy at having another opportunity to end her blackmail that she was about to offer to do anything sexual that he wanted to do with her tonight.

But Chris quickly climaxed inside her and was asleep before she could offer that to him.

Saturday Blackmail Day 63

Although Beth was elated at the chance to end her blackmail once again, she also remembered how her last plan fell apart.

And she had to endure another one of Dean’s rape parties tonight.

“Damn him!” she thought with absolute rage.

“A Halloween Party this time,” he had told her on Monday. “You’re still a stripper. Still, the entertainment for the night. How about a Cowgirl? With a hat and boots and all that cowboy shit. I’ll pick you up at high noon, cowgirl-slut!”



Beth had ordered what Dean had told her to wear.

A small cowboy hat, a string bikini top, and skirt (that looked more like a wide belt), a Lone Ranger type mask, and traditional cowboy boots

It was all in black leather.

There was also a plastic gun and holster, a brown vest with a sheriff’s badge, a red neckerchief, and a lasso.

Dean told her to put her hair in long pigtails and wear bright red lipstick that won’t wash off easily.

Like the last party, Beth booked a room at a hotel near Dean’s house to get herself ready.

Patrick was getting frantic as he was trying to find a ride to Dean’s.

“Shit! How am I going to get there? Mom already left for Gramma’s, but it’s not like I could ask her to take me to a party that I already got into trouble going to in the past. Tommy’s brother isn’t going, so that won’t work either.” Patrick thought.

He texted Matt and asked him if he wanted to go to a wild party at Dean’s.

Matt dropped his head as he sadly guessed what “wild” meant and texted back that he was busy and reminded Patrick that Dean’s not the best kind of guy to hang out with, and how Patrick got in trouble from the last party.

Patrick was going to text his friend a picture of him double fisting Liz as the reason why he had to go, but he didn’t.

After Matt said he couldn’t take him, Patrick’s mind moved on as it was racing to find another alternative.

“Wait a minute! Dad never found out about the last party. He will probably drop me off and pick me up if I promise to get back in time to watch movies with him,” he thought with relief.

When Dean pulled into his driveway after picking Beth up at her hotel, it was already getting dark.

Beth was partially relieved that there were not as many cars as there were for the last party.

Her head was already starting to get foggy, and her mood was relaxed from the pills Dean had given her at the hotel.

Beth held her hand up in front of her face and swore that she saw more than five fingers.

He had given her an ecstasy pill and two gummies that she assumed were marijuana.

It wasn’t, though.

Dean had given her two high doses of LSD.

He and Eddie thought that it would be hysterical if she were on LSD at the party while everyone was wearing costumes and masks.

Would she think it was real?

Would she think she was actually getting fucked by Dracula or a zombie?

Dean and Eddie hoped that would be the case!

As they approached Dean’s house, the only sound was from her boot heels clicking on the pavement.

Beth had never worn cowboy boots before, and she thought she might have enjoyed them under different circumstances.

A few guys were outside cooking burgers and hot dogs, and she could see a keg of beer on the table next to the grill.

Two had costumes on but weren’t wearing masks, so Beth didn’t know what they were supposed to be, but she could tell what they were thinking when she saw how they were looking at her with lustful grins.

The outside of the house was decorated for Halloween.

There were colored spotlights, multiple orange string lights hanging all overhead and lit plastic pumpkins on the ground everywhere Beth looked.

She had to pass a life-sized skeleton posed by the door, as if it was going to grab her.

Inside, the house was decorated with traditional black party streamers overhead, multiple fog machines running, and spooky music playing.

As she walked into the house and stood in the kitchen, she was greeted by the cheers and leers of 25 young men, all wearing various Halloween costumes.

Some were elaborate, like Buzz Light-Year and Dracula, and others were as simple as just a Jason or a Scream mask.

Beth was suddenly overcome with fear as she thought that Patrick was probably in this mob of males somewhere, but if he were in costume, she’d never know it was him.

Then she reminded herself that he was home with her husband, watching movies.

But then she wondered why Dean was making her wear a mask if he wasn’t here.

Maybe there were others here who might recognize her?

Beth looked at the kitchen table and saw two small bowls half-filled with pills, like the party before.

She recognized the blue viagra in one bowl but didn’t know what was in the other bowl.

It could have been ecstasy pills, but she wasn’t sure.

Her thoughts on that were quickly broken when she was trying to figure out what she was seeing in the middle of the TV room.

It looked like a horse’s saddle strapped down on top of a wooden sawhorse.

When Beth walked into the room, she saw that the saddle had a large 9” dildo coming out from the hole that was cut through the bottom of the seat.

The dildo was fluorescent blue that was glowing from the blacklights in the room.

With a sudden, sick feeling, she instantly knew what she was expected to do that night.

“Go check it out, Fuck-Toy. Mingle. Have a drink. No hurry today. Just relax and let the guys play with your body. Remember not to talk or take your mask off, though. You never know whose face might be behind a mask!” Dean said with a laugh as he slapped her ass.

As Beth made her way to the “horse,” she had to pass several guys who reached out and felt her body as she walked.

Frankenstein got his hands between her legs and fingered her pussy as she passed by, while a zombie slid his hand under her bikini top and squeezed her breasts.

Where’s Waldo suddenly stood in her way, wrapped his arms around her and said, “They’re going to find me in your ass, later on, slut!”

Beneath Waldo’s pants, Beth could feel the tip of his hard penis poking into her bare stomach.

Those who heard him started laughing while a poorly dressed Han Solo ran up behind Beth and jammed his middle finger in her asshole as he yelled, “That’s no moon!”

It was a dumb joke, but everyone started laughing hysterically anyway.

Eddie was at the sawhorse and was making sure that the saddle was tied on tight when he heard Beth yell out in pain at the sudden finger in her rectum.

He was dressed in black and had a bloody, severed pig's head mask pulled up over his face so he could see what he was doing.

Beth thought that the costume was appropriate for Eddie's personality.

The mask was horrific looking, and a horrible image flashed through Beth’s mind as she imagined him wearing it the morning he was using her body as a punching bag in her basement.

She hoped that he wouldn’t have the same idea.

“Checking out the seat I made for you, cunt? You getting wet just thinking about riding it? Sorry, it’s not a real horse, but I didn’t have time to arrange that. Maybe next time,” Eddie told her.

Beth reached out to touch the dildo.

In her eyes, three dildos moved as she moved her head so she touched the one in the middle.

She didn’t feel dizzy at all, but couldn’t focus.

When her hand wrapped around the glowing blue dildo to test how firm it was, a huge cheer went up from the guys who had been staring at her every move since she walked into the house.

Half of the guys here were friends of Dean's and had attended the last party, where Beth was the entertainment, and knew what they could do to her. However, the others were friends of friends and were absolutely amazed at what was being done to Beth as she walked closer.

They all started moving towards her, hoping to get a feel.

Eddie told her to put both her hands on the saddle and bend at the waist so her ass was sticking up in the air.

Eddie was holding a large metal butt plug in his hand with a long black horse tail coming out of the base.

“Dudes!” Eddie yelled, “Who wants to see me put this horsetail up this cowgirl’s ass?”

As expected, a clamor of applause told Eddie that they all wanted to see it.

“Get some spit on it, cunt!” Eddie yelled at Beth as he put the wide cone of the butt plug against her lips.

Beth had to spread her jaws wide to let it into her mouth so she could coat it with her spit.

“Now, spread your ass, bitch!” he commanded.

Beth kept her head on the saddle and closed her eyes as she reached behind her and spread out her ass cheeks.

Twenty-five horny guys all crammed in tight behind her, trying to see what Eddie was about to do.

He pressed the rounded mass of metal right into her anus and started twisting it around like he was trying to screw it into her.

The plug was so wide, and her asshole was so small that many of the guys thought that getting it into her would be impossible.

But Beth’s asshole had been violated so many times in the past two months that it had gained a lot of elasticity.

She only cried out for a moment as the plug spread the ring of her anus out as wide as it had ever gone before it closed around and clamped down tight around its narrow base.

When Eddie took his hand away, it now looked like Beth had a black horse's tail growing out of her asshole.

The guys went absolutely wild with cheers when they saw what Eddie had done to her.

When Patrick asked his dad if he could go to a friend’s Halloween party for a few hours before coming back to watch some horror movies, Chris said that it was ok.

Chris hadn’t heard of Dean before, but when he dropped Patrick off at the party and saw a beautiful home with the outside lit up by all the Halloween decorations, he had no misgivings about leaving him there.

“Besides,” Chris thought, “it’s only going to be for a few hours.”

Patrick’s costume was simple and something he had worn for the last time he went trick-or-treating a few years ago.

It was a red hooded cloak, a shiny red devil’s mask with horns and a plastic pitch-fork.

The mask was shaped in a way that left his mouth uncovered.

When Patrick walked into the house, he took both pills from the kitchen table and swallowed them down with a beer.

He didn’t have any of his friends with him tonight and kept to himself as he waited for Liz to arrive.

Dean had told Patrick to find Eddie when he got there, and Eddie had him helping to attach the saddle to the sawhorse.

“I wish this thing had a spring in the middle so it would bounce up and down while that cunt was riding it,” Eddie said to him.

“What about a see-saw?” Patrick suggested, “We’d need two boards of wood wide enough to support the sawhorse and a round tube thing under it all like a….I don’t know,” Patrick suggested.

“PVC pipes! Dean has some in the garage, I think. Good idea, Patrick. I’ll let Liz know how you helped make her show better,” Eddie said with an evil laugh.

With some extra wood, a piece of wide PVC pipe, and several screws, they had the sawhorse securely able to move for several inches in an up-and-down seesaw motion.

Patrick had a raging hard-on for the next 15 minutes while waiting for Liz to arrive.

Finally, she walked through the kitchen door and like every other time he had seen her, she took his breath away.

She was dressed as a cowgirl.

Her long blonde hair was in pigtails that fell down on either shoulder, and along with a cute cowboy hat, she also had a black eye mask that hid her identity as usual.

Patrick was glad that she wore a mask for everyone, not just him.

It proved to him that what Dean had said about it just being her kinky fetish was true.

Her huge, round tits were covered, but they were still bouncing up and down as she walked.

Liz was wearing a skirt, but it was so short that Patrick could see all of her legs right up to the bottom slit of her pussy.

She was on the other side of the sawhorse, and he couldn’t make his way through the crowd to touch her, so he stayed where he was and saw her grab the saddle and lift her ass just as Eddie put the plug with a tail in her ass.

When Patrick saw Liz’s red lips open into a wide “O” as Eddie pushed it into her rectum, he almost came in his pants because he was so turned on.

There was nothing Patrick wanted to do more at that moment than to stick his hard cock in her mouth.

Beth stood up and tried to adjust herself to the feeling of the large butt plug being in her anus.

She could feel her colon move around the unresisting metal inside her as she walked.

It was painful but bearable as she started to walk around the room and rub the bulges in the guy’s pants like Eddie instructed her to do.

Halloween music was blaring, the room was full of smoke from the fog machines, and green and orange laser lights were zipping around like crazy.

Several times, she was stopped and kissed hard on her mouth as a tongue parted her lips and danced with her own.

“My turn!” said a guy dressed as a pirate who tugged on Beth’s tail to turn her around and face him.

It was a hard tug, but the butt plug wasn’t even close to pulling out of her.

When Beth was facing him, he kissed her like the others had, but also started fingering her pussy at the same time.

Suddenly, Dean’s voice called out, “Bring that slut over to the table. Let's get this party started!”

While being groped the entire time, Beth was brought over to the kitchen table and made to kneel in front of an ice luge that was shaped like a penis and balls.

Dean pointed to his friend, Kevin and said, “I don’t know where the fuck you got this, but it’s fucking awesome!”

To Beth’s LSD clouded mind, the ice cock started yelling obscenities at her.

The frozen cockhead had real lips that moved and giant bug eyes at the top of the luge.

Eyes that followed her as she moved.

Dean leaned in close to Beth and said so that only she could hear, “You know what will happen if you don’t drink everything we give you, right?”

Beth just silently nodded as her hands were tied behind her back, and a strap was wrapped around both her head and the block of ice so that she couldn’t take her mouth off the cock head of the ice penis while she imagined it was screaming at her.

Dean then shouted, “Everyone! This is a 1-liter bottle of horse cum from a friend of mine who breeds horses! Fuck-Toy here is going to drink it all and then ride that fucking horse for us in the other room.”

At that, the house started shaking as all the guys howled and stamped on the floor in anticipation.

Dean unscrewed the top of the bottle and slowly let the horse semen come out in small globs.

The first glob slid down the ramp and passed through the wide hole in the ice cock-head and into Beth’s open mouth, just like sperm coming out of a human cock.

Dean didn’t want her to throw up in his house, so he poured slowly and allowed Beth time between each swallow.

The guys didn’t care how slow it was, though.

They were absolutely mesmerized.

The anticipation as they watched each white mound of horse cum slowly slide down the luge towards her open mouth was like watching a golf ball slowly rolling on the green towards the hole.

Dean grabbed two ecstasy pills out of the bowl nearby and put them at the top of the luge. Everyone watched as the horse cum pushed the pills down and into Beth’s mouth.

When half the bottle’s content was in her stomach, Dean stopped and asked, “What else can we make her swallow?”

“Vodka!”

“My dick!”

“My piss!”

To which Eddie replied, “No, all piss goes in the bucket!”

Beth didn’t know what that meant and didn’t care.

Her jaw was hurting from keeping her mouth open, and her lips were numb from being pressed against the ice.

“Soy sauce!”

“Mustard!”

It was Eddie, of course, who suggested hot sauce.

Soon, Beth was forced to swallow several shots of vodka (which she embraced to get through this trial), vegetable oil, tabasco sauce, lots of spit, and a few guys blew snot out of their noses and onto the ice slide.

All the spit and snot were pushed down into Beth’s mouth when Dean started pouring the horse semen again.

Then suddenly, the room got quiet.

Beth couldn’t see what was happening behind her, but then she saw a can of motor oil being passed to Dean before hearing a familiar voice say, “It’s ok. Won’t hurt her. Might give her the shits, though.”

“Oh my god!” Beth thought, “Was that Patrick’s voice? Is Patrick here? Nooooo! He’s supposed to be home. With his father!”

This made a few people laugh, but most were silent and fascinated as Dean started to pour the motor oil that Patrick had handed him onto the ice slide.

Beth didn’t know what she was swallowing.

It had a weird taste, but she was just grateful that it wasn’t burning her mouth and throat like the hot sauce did.

After giving her about 3 cups' worth, Dean returned to giving her the last of the horse cum.

When Beth was untied and helped to her feet, she stood on weak legs as she struggled to keep herself from throwing up.

“That was fun, but I think Fuck-Toy is going to need a few minutes before she can ride the horse,” Dean said.

So Beth was allowed to sit alone at the table for a while as her stomach settled.

It was the sound of trickling water behind her that made her turn her head.

She saw the back of a guy who was obviously pissing into a very large and wide bucket.

Beth thought it was the strangest thing and wondered why Dean would allow that to happen in his kitchen.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Patrick came up behind her and started whispering into her ear while sliding his hands under her bikini top, “Liz. It’s me, Patrick. You are so fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to fuck you at my house again. We’ll do everything you promised in your texts to me. I’m going to shit in your mouth and choke you until you’re almost dead. Oh, fuck, I love these fucking tits.”

Beth just sat quietly and tried to comprehend all the verbal abuse and disgusting things Patrick said he would do to her.

“Patrick, get the fuck out of there!” Dean yelled at him with a laugh as a few guys nearby pulled him away from Beth.

The guests all took the next 20 minutes to drink and eat, while most still leered at and talked about how much they’d love to fuck this cowgirl stripper.

Eventually, Beth was pulled to her feet and told to mount the sawhorse and then give everyone a strip show.

Other than some softly playing spooky Halloween music, the party guests were silent as they watched Beth approach the horse that was partially covered by moving clouds of fog.

She was using furniture and the shoulders of the guys she passed by to help keep her on her feet.

The images that Beth was seeing in her mind as she walked to the horse were frightening.

Due to the LSD she had taken, all the horrible masks looked real, and Buzz Light-Year looked 10 feet tall.

For a few seconds, she thought that the whole room was purple and starting to melt.

When Beth put both her hands on the saddle, everything in the room seemed to snap back to normal.

She put one of her boots into the side stirrup and lifted her body up and over the saddle.

Beth was standing upright on her tiptoes and holding herself steady with a firm grip with both hands on the saddle horn.

She swayed her hips back and forth and let the tip of the 9” long dildo run through the slit of her pussy.

The dildo had a wide capped head like a mushroom, and the body had wide ribs from top to bottom.

Every wide part was going to spread her pussy out before closing in over the narrow parts.

It was designed to stimulate a woman’s clit ten times going in and then ten times again going out.

Beth knew that her own body was going to quickly betray her when she felt herself getting aroused as she sat down on the saddle with the dildo fully in her pussy.

Even the pressure she felt in and around her asshole from the butt plug was starting to stimulate her in ways she had never felt before.

Between the butt-plug, the dildo, and the massive amount of various liquids she had been forced to swallow, Beth felt like the whole middle part of her body was going to explode wide open.

But she wasn't in any pain, and she didn’t feel nauseous.

In fact, if Beth had broken an arm or a leg in the next few hours, she wouldn’t have felt much pain.

Beth didn’t realize it, but she was on more ecstasy, LSD and other narcotics than she had ever had before.

“Oh my God. How could I ever enjoy any of this? What kind of monster have I become?” she asked God as she prayed for him to save her.

Salvation might be coming for Beth, but it wouldn’t be tonight.

After slowly going up and down a few times, a call went out for her to start stripping as she rode the horse.

At the same time, Eddie and Patrick kicked free the pieces of wood that were keeping the horse from rocking.

Beth was leaning forward at the time and barely caught herself before falling off.

After the horse leveled out and while the dildo was deep in her pussy, Beth started to strip.

First, she took the plastic gun out of her holster and pretended to shoot various boys in the room.

Dean or Eddie would have been her first targets, but she didn’t see them.

Instead, she shot at Harry Potter, Spiderman, and someone wearing a Kermit the Frog mask.

She tossed the gun to a kid dressed as a hamburger and took off her vest.

She tossed that to her son and then removed her skirt and finally her bikini top.

Guys were yelling, clapping and calling her all kinds of filthy names the whole time.

Now Beth was gyrating her hip on the sawhorse with a nine-inch dildo in her pussy while wearing nothing but boots, a leather Lone Ranger mask and a cowboy hat.

The room got silent again as the boys just watched her in awe as she lifted herself almost off the dildo, only to suddenly let her body drop down hard and engulf the entire thing.

The guys went wild watching her huge breasts bounce after each drop.

A puddle of her pussy juice was starting to form on the saddle around the base of the dildo and drip down the side.

Beth could feel the liter of horse cum slosh around in her belly as she did this, but it wasn’t making her sick this time.

She could taste horse cum in her mouth, and she was riding on a horse's saddle.

Unexpectedly and surprisingly, her mind was filled with memories of fucking that horse in the barn.

Since that night, she had only had vague memories, more like flashes of images all jumbled together, and they always horrified her.

But now, she fondly remembered the smell of the hay and the horse.

She remembered the sounds that the beast was making as it repeatedly thrust its enormous cock into her pussy.

The drugs were bringing it all back to her mind with crystal clarity, but to Beth, it wasn’t a memory.

To Beth, at this moment, it was real.

She was fucking that horse again right now and was loving it!

Beth was encouraging the beast with her hips to fuck her harder as she rode him.

One hand slid off the horn and started to rub her rock-hard clit.

Her head whipped back so hard that her cowboy hat fell off.

Her long blonde pigtails started whipping around in the air as her hand became a blur as she triggered an orgasm that almost shattered her mind in intensity.

And then she was perfectly still for so long that some joked that she had fallen asleep, but just before Eddie was about to throw something at her, Beth started rocking her hips again and lifting herself up and down in the saddle.

Like Dean had intended, Beth had gotten all her lost muscle tone back from all the forced exercise that the boys were making her do.

Thousands of squats and hours of stress-relieving workouts had left her legs looking muscular and sexy as hell.

Her ass had also been getting flat as she lost weight, but now it was tight and round and had two adorable dimples again just below her hips.

Beth’s stomach was still flat but now had some definition to it.

Several guys were staring at her stomach as they tried to imagine that they could see all the horse cum and other liquids sloshing around in there.

But as always, the most attention-grabbing feature of all was Beth’s magnificent 32 EE breasts.

They were so full, round and amazingly gravity-defying.

As the horse made her roll backward, her breasts would separate out slightly and then smash back into each other as she moved forward.

And as she rolled forward, they did the same thing, but often they would roll up and hit her in the chin.

Through all this, Beth had her eyes closed and held tightly onto the horn of the saddle as she felt another of many orgasms start to hit her.

What started as a soft moan got louder and grew in intensity until she was screaming out in ecstasy as the guys screamed encouragement at her.

After her seventh orgasm, Beth stayed still again on the saddle.

Her legs were shaking from all the orgasms she was experiencing.

It was then that she felt a sharp sting of pain across her back as Eddie whipped her once with his belt.

And then again across her breasts and over both nipples.

“Time to get off, cunt!” Eddie told her.

“Wait! Can I whip her, too?” asked a kid wearing an orange jack-o-lantern tee-shirt.

“No. Because your costume sucks!” Eddie yelled as he tossed his belt to Dracula, who immediately whipped Beth’s back twice before it was taken away from him by a kid with a Jason mask who quickly whipped her left thigh and top of her ass.

Then Harry Potter whipped her once and then Buzz Light-Year three more times on her back before Dean told them to all stop.

“Now, let's enjoy the sight of her trying to get herself off the horse,” Dean suggested.

He was right.

It was an exciting sight.

Beth’s legs were now too weak to lift her high enough to clear the dildo from the pussy.

She kept rising until there was still an inch or two left inside her before she lost her strength and came crashing down.

Dean thought that he could have watched that for hours, but the party guests lost their patience, and four guys grabbed hold of her arms and just dragged her off one side of the horse.

Beth screamed in pain because the dildo bent only slightly as her body was yanked free.

They lifted her up in the air and paraded her around the living room until she was lowered on her knees in front of the piss bucket in the kitchen.

Floating around in the bucket were dozens of apples with letters written on them with a black marker.

Dean put two more LSD gummies in her mouth, and Beth chewed them without thinking.

“Ok! Everyone knows their letter. As she brings out an apple, we’ll put the letter on the board in the order she takes them out. So if she first takes out an “H”, whoever has the “H” ticket fucks her first. Got it?” Dean asked.

“Dean!” Patrick yelled out frantically, “I don’t have a letter!”

Dean walked Patrick over to the outside door by the kitchen.

“Yeah, that’s because you don’t get one. Tonight was just a tease to let you know what you’d be missing if you back out on the deal we made. It’s time for you to go home.”

“Are you fucking kidding me!” Patrick yelled.

“Don’t let me get Eddie to kick you out. You won’t like it,” Dean warned.

“Shit. Fine. This week, then!” Patrick promised.

“Text me a few days before you can make it happen with your mom. I want to make sure we can all be there,” Dean said.

With a sigh, Patrick left Dean’s house, but not before he got one final look and saw “Liz” pulling her face out of a bucket of piss with the second apple in her mouth.

He texted his dad to pick him up and spent the rest of the night pretending to watch movies with his dad and friends, but really planning how he would drug and then fuck his mom to earn the chance to fuck Liz again.

Beth once again couldn’t believe what she was being forced to do.

She was on her knees with her hands tied behind her back again, but this time, instead of being forced to drink from an ice luge, she was bobbing for apples in a bucket full of warm, fresh piss.

It was disgusting.

She had to submerge her whole face in the bucket to grab an apple with her open mouth and then bite down with her teeth.

And worst of all, after all that they had made her drink, her bladder felt like it was going to explode.

After she pulled out the sixth apple, Beth told them that she had to use the bathroom.

This got everyone laughing, and Eddie, in his pig mask and Frankenstein, lifted Beth up and squatted her over the bucket.

Being too drugged and too tired even to care, Beth urinated into the bucket and added her piss with all the others.

Most guys there had never seen a girl piss before and were fascinated to see it come out of her pussy like that.

Beth was soon on her knees again and about to start bobbing for apples when Dean grabbed the string holding her mask on and untied the knot.

“You don’t need this anymore, Fuck-Toy, and we all want to see your slutty face better.

Beth was too drugged out at this point to worry about whether or not Patrick was still here.

She focused her foggy vision on the task at hand and retrieved the apple “S.”

When all the apples were out of the piss bucket, Dean brought over a kitchen timer and set it to 2 minutes.

“Ok, Fuck-Toy. There’s a potato at the bottom of the bucket. If you can bring up the potato before the time runs out, you get to keep that plug in your butt, and no one gets to fuck you in the ass tonight. If the potato is still in the bucket after 2 minutes, I’m sticking the potato up your fucking ass! And….go!” Dean yelled.

Without hesitation, Beth plunged her head into the bucket and searched for the potato at the bottom.

The bucket was deep, and Beth had to put both her shoulders into the piss before she could reach the bottom.

After 25 seconds, she finally felt it with her nose but had to come up for air to begin the search all over again.

After 65 seconds had passed, she had bitten off several pieces of skin but wasn’t able to bite down deep enough to lift the potato.

After 90 seconds, she was able to lift the potato almost to the surface before the part in her mouth broke off, and it fell to the bottom.

Knowing this was her last chance, Beth took a deep breath and tried again desperately. Finally, she was able to bite down on it and started to lift up before it fell from her mouth again, and her time was up.

But she could hear the buzzer going off even while her ears were submerged in piss.

A dozen hands groped her body as she was lifted to her feet.

“That was close Fuck-Toy, but you failed. But you also mangled the potato. I’m not going to be able to get that up your ass. So…let’s call it a draw. There’s a shower in the bedroom. Go get yourself clean. You’ve still got to fuck your way through the alphabet tonight! Anyone want to help this slut get clean in the shower? Keep that plug in her ass, though! I have a special plan for it if my cousin shows up,” Dean said with a smile as several men escorted Beth into the shower in the bathroom off the bedroom.

After several sets of hands had rubbed soap all over Beth’s naked body and all the piss had been washed out of her hair, Dean told her to squeeze the water out of her ponytails and put on some makeup before having her lie in bed for the next stage of tonight’s entertainment.

“Now serving the letter “K”! The letter “K” gets to fuck this slut. Just remember, the butt plug stays in and don’t give her any bruises!” Dean yelled to the house full of horny young men.

Much later, and while Beth was swallowing the cum from the twenty-third guy that had just fucked her, another group of guests arrived at the house.

It was Dean’s cousin, Randy, and five of his friends from his bachelor party.

They had already had a disappointing night at a strip club.

None of the strippers were especially attractive or willing to do anything other than slap their asses, no matter how much money was sent their way.

These men were a lot older than the guys at Dean’s party and were hesitant to even come to a “kids'” party, but Randy assured them that Dean said it would be a wild time.

After they walked into the house and saw nothing but drunk teenagers, half the guys rolled their eyes and got ready to make excuses to leave.

That was when Hank, a 32-year-old carpenter, looked over at the bucket of piss and said, “What the fuck is that?”

After they were told about how Dean’s stripper had bobbed for apples in a bucketful of piss, everyone was intrigued and wanted to stay to see what was next.

“Well? Where the fuck is she?” Randy asked.

“Hang on, Randy. She just got fucked by everyone here and is cleaning herself up,” Dean said with a laugh.

At that, the guys from the bachelor party all rolled their heads again and laughed as they tried to imagine what kind of skanky-looking whore Dean had found that would fuck all these guys.

But when Beth walked out of the bedroom naked except for her cowboy boots, the bachelor party was all stunned at how beautiful she was.

Suddenly seeing the potential that this party had, most of the new arrivals hurried over to the kitchen table, got some drinks, and took some ecstasy and viagra pills as Dean had everyone blow up orange and black balloons until the kitchen floor was covered with them.

The TV room had a vaulted ceiling and three thick wooden support beams that crossed the width of the room.

Beth’s hands were tied together and then lifted over her head from a rope tossed over one of the beams.

The boys didn’t stop lifting her until her feet were a few inches off the floor.

Then they taped the balloons all over Beth’s body until she was covered from her neck to her toes.

Everyone was looking at each other with questions on their faces.

The questions all went away when Dean and Eddie walked back into the kitchen with eight wiffle ball bats in their arms.

“Time to play Piñata, boys!” Dean roared as he gave his cousin a bat and tossed the rest on the floor under Beth’s feet.

“I go first!” Eddie said as he wound up and slammed the bat across Beth’s balloon-covered tits.

Multiple popping sounds were heard as two balloons ripped open.

The hollow and light plastic of a Wiffle ball bat did little damage to Beth’s body. It was more like a hard slap that left a lasting sting rather than acute pain.

But that was only for one hit.

Within moments, Beth’s body was being pummeled with hits from 8 plastic bats.

The sound of popping balloons soon mixed with her screams.

Some guys were legitimately trying to pop all the balloons on her body, but many more were just directing hits at her most treasured assets: her full ass and her massive, round tits.

After most of the balloons were gone and Beth was hanging almost unconscious from her wrists, Eddie and Dean made everyone step back and gave Beth a hard spin.

As she twirled around helplessly in the air, they both wound up with the bats and started hitting her as hard and as fast as they could all over her body.

Eventually, Dean got tired and stopped, but Eddie kept landing blows on her fat tits until her mouth was hanging open and she was senseless.

When he had had enough, he put the fat end into Beth’s mouth and told her to, “Suck on it, you fucking cunt!”

Beth was untied, and her limp body fell to the floor in a heap.

The bats weren’t hard enough to break any bones or even break her skin, but her entire body looked red, sore and swollen.

No one had any doubt that she’d be covered in bruises for the next few days, but the only thing anyone cared about was the raging hard-ons each of them had after witnessing such a severe beating directed against such a beautiful woman.

Dean’s cousin, Randy, said, “Holy fucking shit!!! What the fuck, Dean? Dean! Is she ok? Are we going to get in trouble for that? Shit! I have to fuck that!”

“No, don’t worry about any of that. That was her idea. She loves to be treated like this. Gets off on it. And I have a special treat for you. You told me that Karen always refuses to let you fuck her in her ass, so I’ve been saving this Fuck-Toy’s asshole for you all night. She’s been fucked by everyone here, but no one has had her ass yet. I’m going to let you have the honor of opening her up. She’s got a big fucking butt-plug you have to take out first, though.” Dean replied.

After they carried Beth’s lifeless body into the bedroom and dumped her face down in the bed, Randy saw the butt-plug that Dean was talking about.

“Is that a fucking horse-tail?” he asked.

“Yep, grab the tail and see if you can pull it out of her ass,” said Dean.

Randy tugged lightly, but it didn’t move.

He tugged harder so that Beth’s ass lifted up a little, but it still wouldn’t come out.

The party guests were all crammed into the room as they tried to see what was going on with the dildo.

Randy wrapped the tail around his hand and pulled so hard that Beth’s body was repositioned into a downward dog yoga position.

Beth’s anal ring was dilated wider beyond anything that anyone had ever seen before, even in porn, as it fought to hold the plug inside her.

The pain from this woke Beth up, and she started screaming just as the dildo came out of her ass with an audible “plop” sound.

The guys all went wild with cheers!

With the dildo removed, Beth would have collapsed on her side if she hadn’t been held in position by several hands from the wedding party.

Unintentionally, her full and round ass was swaying side to side like she was teasing Randy for more.

“Randy!”

“Randy!”

“Fuck her ass, man!”

All the men started chanting as Randy removed his pants and began to fuck Beth up her ass as hard and as fast as he could.

The best man followed Randy and then the four others from the bachelor party.

For the next few hours, Beth never left the bed and was fucked repeatedly by dozens of men, however they wanted.

Whoever wasn’t fucking Beth during this time, Dean had them clean the house and wash the kitchen floor to remove the splattered piss.

As they were about to take the bucket full of piss out in the backyard to dump it out, one guy said, “Why don’t we put her in the tub and pour this all over her? Make her take a bath in piss! Dean?”

“I like it! Bring it in here,” Dean said, and he told two of the guys who had just finished spit-roasting the barely conscious blonde to bring her into the bathroom.

The tub was made of porcelain and stood on its own four feet, several inches away from the walls.

A dozen guys were able to circle around the tub and have a good view of what would happen.

Beth lay on her back in the tub and looked up at Dean with a look of pleading in her eyes.

She was naked except for her boots.

The pigtails had fallen apart, so now her long blonde hair was spread out all around her shoulders, with most hanging over the edge of the tub.

Her enormous breasts were like two large, round piss targets above her flat stomach.

Her bare pussy was red and puffy due to all the relentless pounding it had endured tonight.

Her muscular legs were spread, and one was hanging over the top edge of the porcelain tub.

But what shocked everyone who saw her was the marks left behind all over her skin from when she was a human piñata.

Her skin looked red and bruised, but somehow it made her look even sexier.

She just started to say, “Please, Dean….no more…I can’t…” when lukewarm piss started pouring over her face and into her mouth.

It was only enough piss to fill several inches under her naked body before it stopped.

There was only so much urine in the bucket, and a lot of guys wanted to pour it on her, so they took turns pouring a little on her.

When the bucket was finally empty, the guys started to form a single-file line to piss on her directly.

Each one targeted their hot piss anywhere they wanted to, but most focused their aim at Beth’s face and open mouth as she automatically tried to swallow it like she had been trained to.

Suddenly, Beth’s LSD enhanced vision was filled with the sight of Buzz Light-Year taking out his dick, which looked like Woody, and pissing on her face.

But to Beth, it didn’t look like he was wearing a costume. Beth thought it was a real 7-foot-tall animated Buzz standing before her.

After she wiped his hot urine from her eyes, she saw a Werewolf do the same thing.

But that didn’t look like a Halloween mask to her either; now it looked real, and his penis was dog-shaped like the three dogs that had fucked her in the barn.

Beth’s hand slid down and started rubbing her pussy that was under piss as she was suddenly aroused by getting urinated on by a dog cock.

Randy could not believe it when Beth opened her mouth as he pissed on her, and almost lost his mind when he saw her start to swallow it too.

Some guys had Beth sit on the edge of the tub while they inserted their cocks into her ass and took a piss.

Just as they finished, they forced her down to a kneeling position with her head under the piss and watched their urine leave her asshole like a fountain.

Soon, the tub was half full of hot, stinking piss, and Beth was told to submerge her face under it while she masturbated herself.

Dean was nowhere to be found at this time, and all the guys were on drugs or drunk out of their minds, so when one guy dressed as a priest decided that he wanted to take a shit directly on Beth, no one thought it was a bad idea.

By the time Dean got himself back into the bathroom, he could tell from the stink what had been going on.

Beth was lying in a murky brown fluid, and logs of brown shit from several guys were covering her beautiful face and tits.

“You fuckers! How the fuck am I going to clean this shit up before my parents come home?

And are you all done fucking her? I’m not! Now I have to clean her up to bang her! Get the fuck out! Party is over for you guys,” Dean yelled.

Eddie and two of the bachelor party guys started pushing the “shitters” outside and told the rest that the party was over.

As Dean was looking at Beth’s condition and was wondering what to do, Eddie said, “Hang on. I got some stuff in my car that we can use.”

He came back with a few face masks that he uses for wood and metal sanding, and some long rubber gloves he uses for some plumbing jobs.

Luckily, Beth was able to stand on her feet long enough for Dean to shower her clean while Eddie took care of the rest of the mess.

It was 3:00 AM.

The only ones left in the house were Dean, Eddie, Dean’s cousin Randy, and the bachelor party's five guys.

They were all sitting in their underwear on the couches, drinking, talking, and eating while Beth was allowed to sleep in the bedroom.

“Dude,” said Randy, “I know I’m fucking wasted right now, but is that a horse saddle with a fucking dildo sticking out of it?”

“Yep. And if Fuck-Toy isn’t too fucked out of her mind, you’re going to see her riding it in a little while,” Dean answered.

“No fucking way!” all the guys said in unison.

“Who is this chick anyway?” Randy asked, “The strippers at the club were all skanks compared to her. She’s so fucking innocent and clean-looking but so fucking hot too!”

“She’s just some slut I’ve been hooking up with. She likes to do all kinds of fucked, crazy shit at parties. She loves the more extreme stuff. Just don’t hurt her enough to leave a lasting mark, got it?” Dean ended seriously.

“Yeah, cousin, I get you. You hear that, everyone. Don’t hurt her too bad, and don’t leave any marks!” Randy yelled to his friends.

“Fuck, no problem with that!” one of them replied. “Strippers don’t even let you touch them. My wife barely lets me touch her! This is like Christmas for my dick!” he said as they all burst out laughing.

“Yeah, me too. My wife’s a frigid bitch! This is awesome. I’m not going to hurt her and ruin it. I won’t let anyone else either,” another added.

“Hey, I’m older than all you guys, and I’ve never seen or even heard about what I’ve seen and done tonight with her,” said John, a groomsman.

“I don’t even want to get married anymore after fucking that girl. Wait, “girl”? How old is she anyway?” Randy asked as he finished his beer.

“Thirty-two, I think. Thirty-three, maybe,” Dean answered.

“You’re only 19! Fuck! How the fuck did you end up with a hot slut like her?” asked Barry, the best man.

“I was literally in the right place at the right time,” Dean replied honestly.

“I asked Karen for a blowjob the other day. It was like she was doing me a fucking favor! And god-forbid I cum in her mouth, no. She jerks me off into a tissue,” Randy complained.

“Dude, that’s fucking horrible!” Eddie said.

Paul, one of the groomsmen, said, “My wife keeps me happy. Nothing like what I saw Blondie do tonight, but she’s open to new things. Probably not that butt-plug, though. Did you guys see her fucking asshole stretch as Randy pulled it out of her? Damn!”

“That was so fucked up and fun. She was screaming like she was in pain, but then she shook her ass at me after, like she was asking me to fuck her. Shit, she got me thinking though, if my wife is sexually dead now, even before we get married…I’m in trouble. Dean, what else does Blondie do?” asked Randy.

“What doesn’t she do is a better question,” Eddie said as he walked out of the bedroom with Beth at his side.

Her long, half-dried blonde hair fell on either side of her bouncing breasts as her cowboy boots made a “clack” noise with each step.

She had reapplied her makeup, and her red lips caught the attention of everyone in the room.

Beth looked tired but alert as Eddie had her kneel down between Dean’s legs.

Dean’s cock started to harden as Beth pulled his underwear down to his ankles and then pressed her fat breasts around it and moved her body up and down.

“Fuck-Toy has come a long way. When I first met her, she choked with too much dick in her mouth, but now she can deepthroat like a porn star,” Dean bragged.

“Oh yeah! I thought she was kinda doing that to me in the bedroom, but it was too fucking crazy in there. Does she swallow too?” Randy asked.

“Dude, didn’t you say she swallowed your piss? Do you think she wouldn’t swallow your spunk, too?” Dean said as he pulled Beth’s face in close to him and told her to stick out her tongue so he could suck on it.

“Fuck-Toy, tell everyone here what you are,” Dean ordered.

“I’m a Fuck-Toy. I do whatever I’m told to do. Fuck my mouth, My pussy. My ass….,” Beth paused as her drugged mind struggled to think about what Dean would want her to say, and after she caught Eddie looking at her out of the corner of her eye, she found the motivation to continue, “Hurt me. Slap me. Shit on me. I’ll drink your piss and lick your asshole. Anything to make you happy, Dean.”

“Stand up, Fuck-Toy and show everyone how you love to suck on your own tits,” Dean said.

As Beth lifted her red and sore breasts with both hands and alternately sucked on her nipples, Randy ran his hand down her flat stomach until his fingers reached the area just above her slit.

“So fucking smooth. I love it!” Randy exclaimed.

“Yeah, I told her to get all her pussy hair removed with laser surgery. She did it the next day.” Dean bragged again.

“You’re fucking killing me. Karen gets a wax occasionally, and she acts like she’s giving me the world. This is so much better,” Randy said as his fingers rubbed the bare area of Beth’s groin like it was the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen.

This was when Paul walked over behind Beth and spread her ass cheeks, and said, “Fucking, this ass was amazing! I still don’t get this whole thing you have going with her, though. We’re talking about her like she’s not really here. Treating her like she’s just a piece of meat. And she’s just letting me do whatever I want to her. I just stuck my finger up her ass, and she didn’t even respond! How the fuck does this happen?”

“Well, she’s high as fuck on LSD now, but I told you, she loves this shit. Does whatever I tell her to, and I told her to be a total fucking whore tonight and do whatever we ask. And speaking of that,” Dean said as he picked Beth’s cowboy hat up off the floor and put it on her head. “Anyone want to see a Fuck-Toy rodeo?”

Sunday Blackmail Day 64

Beth had woken up and then fallen back to sleep several times on Sunday morning, but didn’t know who or where she was until 2:00 PM.

She was on her back, on a bed in a room that she didn’t recognize.

There was no mattress under her, only the box spring.

The mattress was leaning up against a nearby wall.

Beth could see that it was wet, and from the pungent smell, she knew it was from urine.

She tried to rub her eyes, but she couldn’t because her hands were tied to the headboard of the bed.

“Oh my god, my breasts hurt so much! I..I can see red hand marks all over them! What?” thought Beth as her mind tried to understand what was going on.

Looking to her left, she saw Eddie next to her.

He was naked and lying against her in the opposite direction with his half-hard cock resting on her face, his arm draped between her legs and his face on her thigh.

His cock left a streak of slime on her cheek as she turned the other way.

There were two other men in the room with her.

Both were naked and passed out.

One was on a chair next to the bed, and the other was sitting upright by her head.

“Oh, my hotel room,” Beth said to herself after she saw her overnight bag on a table where she had left it.

“What time is it?” she said out loud, and she looked for the clock on the side table.

She couldn't see it.

Eddie’s cock and hip were blocking her view.

That was when her mind became awake enough to allow her to feel how badly her body hurt.

There was no stabbing pain like when the horse ripped her vagina, or a burning sensation after her son whipped every inch of her body and fisted both her holes.

It was more like after her night with Linc, combined with how she felt after Eddie used her body as a punching bag.

She was just in pain, everywhere.

Moving hurt.

Breathing hurt.

The faintest feeling of the pulse in her heart hurt.

The skin on her body that she could see was bruised, swollen, and bright red.

She barely remembered getting back to her hotel room last night (morning?) with Eddie and several other men.

Except for Eddie, she didn’t know any of them or where they came from.

They were all drunkenly talking about this being the best bachelor party they had ever been to.

The groom, Randy, roughly fucked her missionary style as he gripped and twisted her breasts like he wanted to rip them from her chest.

As he chewed on Beth’s neck and kissed her mouth, Randy kept telling her that his bride, Karen, never let him fuck her hard like this.

“Never lets me hit her,” he said after he slapped Beth hard across her face several times.

“Never lets me fuck her ass!” he said as he rolled her over to her hands and knees and rammed his cock into her asshole.

“Never, never, never swallows my cum,” he said, while his cock was in Beth’s throat and was shooting cum into her stomach.

When he was done, the four other bachelor party members fell on Beth and mauled her body on the hotel bed.

Beth started screaming as she felt her breasts being twisted and a fist trying to enter her already sore pussy.

“Shut this bitch up!” she remembered one of the men saying before the groom’s underwear was stuffed into her mouth, and a strip of fabric was ripped off a pillowcase and wrapped around her head to hold it in place.

Each man held one of her arms and legs out as wide as it could go as the fifth fucked Beth’s helpless body and crushed her breasts in their hands without mercy.

Once they were all done, Beth remembered being flipped over on her stomach, and the whole process was repeated as they all fucked her ass.

When the last one finished cumming in her ass, Randy said that he had to take a piss and said, “I hope you’re thirsty, beautiful, because I want to do again what we did at Dean’s house.”

“Dean’s house!” Beth said to herself as she stared at Eddie’s flaccid cock just inches from her face. “I remember now.”

“Eddie,” Beth said, thinking she was talking loudly, but it was only a whisper. “Eddie! Wake up. Let me go, please. I want to go home.”

Eddie didn’t wake up but only rolled over away from her, but the guy sitting in the chair heard her and woke up.

He was standing next to her, and Beth saw his previously flaccid cock start to harden before her eyes.

“Oh my god. Please, no more. Leave me alone,” Beth begged with a hoarse whisper.

“Sorry, beautiful. I’ve got to get rid of this morning wood,” said Barry, the Best Man from the bachelor party, as he spread her legs out wide and positioned himself between them.

There was no hesitation on his part as he fell on top of Beth’s naked body and speared his cock inside her with one thrust.

His breath smelled of beer and unbrushed teeth as he forced his tongue in her mouth.

Beth just shut her eyes and started crying as he fucked her without mercy and chewed on her already sore nipples.

The sudden shaking of the bed from their fucking woke the other two up.

The young man sitting by her head went to the bathroom to take a piss, but stopped at the door and walked back to the bed with a grinning face.

“What the fuck?” Eddie said as he rubbed his eyes and stood up. “Shit. It’s 2:00 PM. We were supposed to drop her off and get back to help Dean clean up hours ago. Fuuuuck.”

“Fuck is right!” the guy fucking her pussy said as he shot his cum inside her.

Beth came alive when she heard it was 2:00 and begged Eddie to let her go home.

“Shut the fuck up, cunt.” Eddie said as he was looking through her phone. “Hubby hasn’t even tried to contact you. Does he even fucking like you? Roll over on your hands and knees. I’m fucking that ass one more time. Here, you can text him while I’m fucking you. Tell him that you love him, and you’ll be home soon,” Eddie said with a laugh.

After Eddie’s quick but brutal ass-fucking was done and he got up to get dressed, Beth begged him to untie her, but the third guy, John, who had been silent up until now, said, “No way, slut. I’m going to do what a bunch of other guys did to you this morning. I wanted to do it, but I didn’t have to take a piss then. I fucking have to now. I feel like my dick is going to explode from keeping it all in. Those guys ruined the mattress, but Eddie said that you’d pay to replace it. Let’s add a box spring to the bill!”

John pressed his hard cock all the way into Beth’s ass until his balls were pressing against her pussy.

Then, with a huge sigh of relief, he began to urinate while deep inside Beth’s asshole.

It was 3:30 by the time Beth showered, checked out of the room and was on her way home.

Since she missed checkout, she had to pay for another night.

And the boys had emptied the minibar, so she had to pay for that as well.

She also lied and said that she had an accident on the bed and soiled all the blankets, sheets, mattress and boxspring, but would gladly pay for replacements or cleaning.

Beth was once again very grateful that she and Chris had their own credit cards, and since she paid the bills, he wouldn’t ever see how much money this blackmail had cost them both that day.

In addition, Dean had been using her Amazon account for the last few weeks to buy slutty clothes for her to wear, but he wasn’t spending enough of her money to cause any problems and hoped that would continue.

Unexpectedly, Maggie, the Hotel Manager, walked her to her car and said, “Miss, this is a respectable hotel. We do not allow… what you did here last night. Bachelor parties are for strip clubs, not here. You will never stay at this hotel again. Do you understand me?”

Even though she had vivid but scattered memories about what went on in her hotel room, Beth feigned innocence and asked her what she was talking about.

After giving her a scowl to show her that she was not in the mood for Beth’s bullshit, she replied, “We had a few noise complaints. So I checked the hallway security footage and saw that you “entertained” quite a few men last night. If you ever try to come back here again, we’ll call the police.”

As Beth was driving home, she didn’t think it was possible for someone to feel ashamed each and every day for over two months straight, but it was.

When Beth got home, Chris was in the driveway washing his truck.

While Eddie had been fucking her ass, she had texted Chris that the spa was excellent, but she had eaten something at a restaurant that had given her food poisoning and had been sleeping all morning because of it.

“Hey there! How are you feeling?” Chris asked her, all concerned.

“Oh, better but still horrible,” she replied quietly.

“Yeah, you don’t look good at all. Go lie down and relax. Patrick is at Matt’s for dinner. He’s going to be giving out Halloween candy over there. I’ll pick him up when they are all done,” Chris replied as he put his arm around Beth’s shoulder to help her walk to the house.

Ignoring the pain his light touch was causing on her neck and back, Beth asked him how last night was.

“It was fun! Patrick went to a friend's Halloween party for a few hours, and then his buddies Connor and Jake came over, and we all watched horror movies,” Chris told her.

Beth’s mind immediately filled with images of Jake and Conner’s cocks from Dean’s previous party.

She could remember how each of their cocks looked, felt and what they did to her with them.

Conners was long and thin, and he especially liked to try to force as much of it into her mouth as he could.

Jake’s cock was normal looking, and he liked to twist her nipples until she screamed every time they were together that night.

A month before Dean’s horrid party, Patrick, Conner and Jake made a cake for Beth and sang her happy birthday.

Beth sat on the couch in the living room and tried to drink a cup of tea while Chris was happily getting the candy ready to give out to trick-or-treaters.

She started to think about all the times she was raped on this couch, even by her own son, but the more fresher and more horrible memories from last night replaced them.

The drugs the boys had given her in the past had always wiped away her inhibitions and genuinely made her sexually aroused despite the horrible physical abuse she was subjected to.

But whatever Dean gave her last night was absolutely beyond anything she had ever experienced.

She remembered most of it, but it was all such a mix of crystal clarity and foggy images.

There were moments when she never felt so happy and sexually alive, but there were many more memories of terror and anxiety that she had never felt before.

Before, the ecstasy had left her feeling like she had an out-of-body experience.

But last night, she felt like she was several different people simultaneously, each having a sexual experience not connected to each other.

“And the masks and costumes! They seemed so real!” Beth thought.

She didn’t think she could ever see another horror movie in her life and not have flashbacks about how she was raped last night.

A while later, when she forced herself to get up and give out some candy, Beth smiled when three cute Disney princesses said “Trick or Treat,” but then had to turn away suddenly as she felt the beginnings of a panic attack when she saw two toddlers dressed as Dracula and Frankenstein walking up her driveway.

Despite how adorable and harmless the children looked, Beth suddenly thought that she was back at the party when Frankenstein was punching her breasts as he violently fucked her, only to be followed by a Dracula that choked her so bad that she passed out.

As she ran past Chris, she said that she felt ill and sat in the downstairs bathroom until her panic attack went away.

Shortly after that and before Patrick got home, Beth said goodnight to Chris, heavily medicated herself, and went to bed.

Monday Blackmail Day 65

Beth lay in bed after Chris and Patrick left the house.

She had no intention of getting ready for the boys.

Not after this weekend.

When she got a text that read: “Take a few days off FT, see you on Thursday”, Beth didn’t feel any emotion.

Not even relieved that she didn’t have to entertain anyone for a few days.

She only felt dead inside, and she wanted to make that feeling real.

She sighed, went to her bathroom cabinet, and took out a bottle filled with her sleeping pills.

“It was time to end this,” she thought as she shook the bottle in her hand.

“Just swallow them all and go to sleep. No more pain. No more anguish. No more blackmail. Just peace,” she thought as she picked up a glass full of water.

“If I kill myself and leave a note saying that I was sorry and I loved them, but that I was depressed, would my family understand? Would my mother? My sister? Would they hate me? Is that kind of hate better than if they find out what I’ve been doing for the past two months? Yes! There would be no point for the boys to show anyone the videos they had of me. But would they post it online as a joke? What if Patrick saw the videos and recognized her? Is that the memory of me that I want to leave him with? I can’t do this anymore. What if I buy a gun and shoot the monsters? I’ll go to jail, but …no. A murder investigation might find all the videos. I….it’s hopeless. I have to keep going until I can end this. A few more weeks. A few more weeks….” thought Beth as she took only one sleeping pill and went back to bed.

That night, Patrick was very concerned about his mother.

She didn’t seem like her usual self.

Beth told him that she had food poisoning and might not feel better for a few days.

Patrick felt horrible that he was more upset that he couldn’t drug his mom this week than he was that she was feeling ill.

He checked where he had hidden the roofie packet Dean had given him and went to bed, where he masturbated to pictures of “Liz” like he did several times a day now.

Beth was woken up in the middle of the night by Chris.

She was having a nightmare and was screaming in her sleep.

All Beth could remember about the dream was being punched and raped by Frankenstein and then being anally raped by dogs.

Tuesday Blackmail Day 66

On Tuesday, Beth met with her mother, Linda, and sister Abigail for lunch at their favorite restaurant.

Any discussion about how much weight Beth had lost ended as soon as they both saw how ravenously Beth ate all the food she was given.

When Beth woke up on Monday afternoon, she found that her appetite had returned.

It was either from the lessened anxiety from the opportunity in the coming weeks to end the blackmail, or that a large part of her had stopped caring.

As the women talked and ate, they couldn’t help but overhear the conversation at another table next to them.

They were separated from each other by an ornate black iron divider that did an excellent job of visually keeping the tables apart, but did nothing to mute the conversations.

Clearly, one of the women there was furious about something, and Beth, Linda, and Abigail got quieter as they listened to racy things they were hearing.

“I can’t believe he broke up with you two weeks before the wedding!”

“Karen, that is horrible!”

“What a jerk.”

“And why did he again?”

“I don’t really know. Something about wanting to have sex with other women, if you can believe that!”

“He’s crazy, Karen! You’re so beautiful!”

“Thank you, Mia. He said that our sex life was boring and if it was now, he didn’t think it would get better after we were married, so it was better to end it now.”

“Just out of the blue, or have you two been arguing about that?”

“I mean, he’s always asking to do dirty things. But I’m not that kind of girl! He knew that years ago. It was that damn bachelor party he went to. I know it.”

“What? What happened at the party?”

“I don’t know. Something about a dirty stripper made him want better sex or something crazy like that. I should never have allowed him to go to a strip club!”

“But they don’t have sex at a strip club. They don’t even allow touching.”

“How do you know that?”

“Paul took me...a few times. It was fun. I almost did it during an amateur night. And he was so turned on from it that sex the next few days was fantastic!”

“You and Paul are crazy!”

“What did Paul say about the strip club? He was there.”

“Not too much. We…um…haven’t really talked much…just a lot of sex. He actually took Monday off so we could … stay in bed… so… it must have been fun for him. Sorry, Karen.”

“I hate you, but it’s not your fault.”

“He did say that there was one stripper who was a little crazy and was doing all kinds of things.”

“Like what? Wait, is this ok to talk about, Karen? Is it going to upset you?”

“Sure. I can’t get any madder at this point.”

“Well, Paul said that she was blonde, of course. All slutty strippers are blonde.”

“But you’re blonde.”

“I know, hush now. He said that she was wearing a cowboy hat and boots.”

“What’s so crazy about that?”

“Well, that was all she was wearing, and from what he told me, I guess she rode one of those mechanical bulls or horse riding things. But in the saddle…”

At this point, Beth’s mother and sister were wide-eyed from listening, but Beth’s heart just sank as she realized that these women were talking about her!

“No way!”

“That’s sick!”

“Yeah, but Paul said it was pretty wild to see. Doesn’t explain why Randy would end the wedding, though. It’s not like that’s a normal thing to expect to happen in the bedroom. Randy didn’t tell you anything?”

“Not at first. I was waiting for him at his apartment until he came home. He didn’t until Sunday morning. He was still so drunk. He just passed out in bed. Late Sunday morning, mind you! What strip club is open 24 hours? I looked for one like that but didn’t find one. I was taking his clothes to wash them when something fell out of his pocket. He said it was a souvenir.”

“What was it? A g-string?”

“I wish it were, Jackie, but no. It was disgusting. I have it in my purse in a plastic bag to show you all, but now I’m too embarrassed.”

At this moment, Beth quietly suggested that they all leave, but her mom and sister both silently nodded with a firm “No”.

“Oh my god, what is that?”

“Is it a tail or something?”

“I had to look it up. It’s a dildo.”

“It looks too short for a dildo.”

“You would know, right, Ashley? You and Paul.”

“Hey! I’m just saying.”

“But you’re right. It’s a dildo for your….your…your….oh, it’s gross…your bottom.”

Abigail's mouth opened wide as she quietly moved her seat closer to the partition, while Beth suddenly felt her anus start to get uncomfortable with the memory of how that “dildo” felt.

“It’s so wide! How on earth could that go in…”

“I can’t even comprehend how that thing…”

“Why the tail? That’s so bizarre.”

“All I know is, after he woke up, Randy got furious when I told him that I threw it away, and that’s when he told me how he had such fantastic sex with her. Best he ever had, he said. He was so mean! And then he said that we were through.”

“So, let me see if I get this. That blonde stripper was only wearing boots and a cowboy hat while riding a mechanical bull with that thing in her ass? No wonder Paul was banging me so hard the past two days. It all makes sense now.”

“Ashley, come on. Stop. Karen, are you ok?”

“Yeah. I just want to find that stripper whore and make her eat this thing!”

“I still say that they wouldn’t have allowed any sex at the strip club. Maybe it was after, at a hotel or something?”

“Maybe go to a few and ask if they remember Randy? Give them a de***********ion. Say he was with a slutty looking blonde woman in cowboy boots.”

At this, Beth started to panic as she remembered her conversation with the Hotel Manager and how she had been told that they had video of men going in and out of her room on Sunday morning.

They must also have some video of her!

AND SHE USED HER REAL NAME CHECKING IN!!!

“What’s the point, Mia? It’s not like I’m going to track that stripper down or anything. Randy is the issue.”

“Karen, seriously, you and Randy are great together. What if you talk to him and say you’ll go crazy in bed with him? Paul and I get crazy every once in a while, but the rest of the time, it’s just fun regular sex.”

“So the secret to a happy marriage is to act like a prostitute every once in a while?”

“I’m just saying...”

Linda and Abigail couldn’t stop laughing and talking about the conversation they overheard during the ride home back to Beth’s.

Beth tried to act like she thought it was funny too, but it was actually just making her sad as she realized that she unknowingly killed a marriage last weekend.

When they got to the house, Patrick and Matt were in the TV room playing video games.

Beth’s mother and sister stayed with Beth until Chris got home from work.

Beth told Matt that she’d gladly drive him home and that he was welcome to stay for dinner, which he said yes to both.

Matt only lived about ten minutes away by car, but he didn’t get home until 10:00 PM despite leaving Beth’s house at 8:30 PM.

Beth pulled into the parking lot near her house, and they sat and talked for quite a while until Beth couldn’t stop her hand from rubbing Matt’s leg, and they hopped in the back seat to make love.

Matt couldn’t see it in the dark, but Beth’s skin had a faint brownish tone over most of her body as a result of the beating it took from the wiffleball bats at the party.

Beth’s breasts were the worst, and she thought that her nipples would never stop hurting.

That was, until Matt kissed them.

Then her pain turned to pleasure.

Matt sat in the center of the backseat and gently sucked on her breasts while Beth faced him, straddled his waist, and lifted herself up and down on his enormous, hard cock.

After he came inside her, Beth stayed where she was, and they talked while Matt played with her breasts and kissed her lips constantly.

His cock never left her pussy, and when Beth felt him start to harden up again, she started rocking herself up and down over him, but much slower until she felt, for a second time, Matt’s familiar warm spurt inside her.

Wednesday Blackmail Day 67

While Emily sat at her desk and struggled to finish the practice test that she was taking, her teacher, Mr. Justin Sullivan, couldn’t take his eyes off her.

The 60-year-old history and English teacher always thought that she was cute, but ever since he heard about how this little blonde had sexually serviced the entire football team, he had a hard-on whenever he saw her.

Mr. Sullivan was also one of the school’s assistant football coaches, and although the team had all sworn not to tell a soul about gang raping Emily, no one thought that applied to their coaches, too.

Justin even convinced a few players to send him some pics that were taken.

He was looking at one now while he was looking at Emily’s angelic face.

In the pic, she was naked, on her back and bent in half with her knees on either side of her head with a cock in her pussy.

Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was wide open like she was in the middle of an orgasm.

When the bell rang, Justin realized that he couldn’t even stand up and risk the chance that some of the kids would see the tent his hard cock was making in his pants right now.

“You looked like you were struggling, Emily. You’re always welcome to stay after school for tutoring if you'd like. This test on Friday is a big part of this term’s grade.” He said to her as she placed her test on his desk.

Justin knew that Emily wasn’t stupid, but not terribly bright either.

“Thank you, Mr. Sullivan. I have a hard time remembering names and dates. I might ask for help on Thursday if that’s ok,” the little blonde replied with a smile.

“God-damn-it! I would fucking break you in half if I had the chance!” Justin thought but said, “My door is always open for you, Emily.”

As she walked out of his class, Justin couldn’t take his eyes off the way her ass looked in her tight jeans and imagined how awesome it would be to peel them off her.

“Those seniors that are fucking her have no idea how good they have it,” he thought as he rubbed his hard-on through his pants.

Mack was waiting for her at her locker, and they held each other's hands as they walked to his truck.

“Do you want to come to my place and hang out? You can stay for dinner. My mom is making lasagna,” he asked her.

“Sure, but I can’t stay late. I have to be home early to study. I’m going to fail my history test on Friday,” Emily replied.

“Mr. Sullivan, fail you? No way. I’ll talk to him. He’s a good guy. I aced every class I had with him once I made the team,” Mack said.

“Yeah, I’m not on the team, remember?” Emily joked.

“You might as well be. They all love you. I’ll talk to him. You’ll get an A. You might have to flirt with him, though. He’s kind of a perv,” Mack told her.

“Mr. Sullivan? A pervert? No way. He seems so nice,” Emily replied, sounding surprised.

“Oh, he’s a super nice guy, but if you showed him some cleavage or wore a short skirt. You could talk your way into an A every time, I bet.

As they drove to Mack’s apartment, Emily knew that he would want to have some kind of sex. It was what they did every time she was at his apartment.

She didn’t mind, though.

In fact, she liked having sex with Mack, but she felt guilty every time, like she was cheating on Mr. Adams.

It had been a few weeks since she had seen Mr. Adams, and Emily missed him.

She routinely imagined that it was Bradley and not Mack who was fucking her.

And she felt guilty about that, too.

It wasn’t fair to Mack, who has treated her with nothing but love and kindness ever since they had met.

He was so very understanding when she had too much to drink while they were watching a movie last Saturday night.

Emily couldn’t remember much from that night and was so afraid that she had embarrassed herself, but Mack held her hand gently, looked her in the eyes and said that “there was NOTHING that you could ever do that would make me change how I think about you.”

That had made Emily so happy.

But not as happy as the seven team members that fucked her while she was passed out on Saturday night.

Patrick texted Dean on Wednesday night and said: “I can do our deal tomorrow. Does that work for you guys?”

“Dean texted back, “No. Too busy this week. Make it Tuesday next week.”

“Fuck!” Patrick thought as he stroked his cock while looking at the pic of “Liz” blowing him.

Thursday Blackmail Day 68

Beth woke up in the early morning, covered with sweat.

She had a wonderful dream of her riding naked on top of a beautiful white horse through some tall green grass, but then the saddle turned to lightning and threw her off with an electric jolt, and she fell to the ground.

She was on her hands and knees and could hear the horse walking up behind her.

She could feel the horse's hot breath on her shoulder as it walked over her, and then she felt something huge pressing into her vagina.

Her heart started beating wildly in fear, knowing what was about to happen.

Just as she felt the enormous head of the horse’s cock push itself into her, she woke up in bed on her back with her fingers rubbing her wet pussy.

She was confused and embarrassed that she had masturbated to a dream like that and very thankful that Chris didn’t wake up and see what she had been doing to herself.



This morning’s text from the boys read: “Be ready in 1 ½ hours. Look like Marilyn Monroe. Wear that classy white dress I saw in your closet. White heels. Makeup. Perfume. Watch a video of her and try to imitate the sound of her voice.”

“What the fuck?” Beth thought, feeling nothing but venom towards them all, “Halloween is over! What the fuck are they up to now?”

A while later, Beth was looking at herself in a full-length mirror and had to admit that she made a hell of a good-looking Marilyn Monroe.

While she was waiting for the boys to arrive, she took some medication to relieve her anxiety, and by the time the front doorbell rang, Beth was feeling relaxed and ready for whatever horror the boys would throw at her today.

But once again, they surprised her because when she opened the door, she was stunned and confused to see that in between the grinning Dean and Eddie were Eddie’s grandfather, Pops and another even older man holding a walker, along with two other middle-aged men behind everyone.

As they all spilled into her foyer, Pops said with a smile, “Hello there, pretty lady! This is a mighty fine house you have here.”

Bewildered, Beth nodded her head and said, “Thank you?”

The old man with the walker smiled with no teeth and exclaimed, “Marilyn? I can’t believe it! Marilyn, I’ve always wanted to meet you.”

Dean stepped forward and began to explain what they were doing today, “Marilyn, this is Buster. A good friend of Pops. Today is his birthday. He’s 87 years old. When Pops asked him what he wanted for his birthday, Buster said that he had always wanted to have sex with Marilyn Monroe. And Pops thought of you. Bruce and Charlie are in the back there. Bruce is Buster’s son, and Charlie drove the van that brought everyone here.”

It was apparent to Beth that poor Buster wasn’t in his right mind and was suffering from Alzheimer's, but all sympathy for him disappeared when she finally realized why she was dressed as Marilyn Monroe.

After everyone had drinks in the living room, Bruce and Charlie, at the direction of Eddie, helped Buster up the stairs and into Beth’s bedroom while Beth pleaded unsuccessfully not to be made to do this.

But it was Pops, not Dean or Eddie, who shut Beth down.

“Listen, little lady. You’re just a dog and horse fucking whore. That man upstairs is a decorated war veteran who saved my life and has been my best friend ever since. His mind is almost gone, but he wants to have sex with Marilyn Monroe on his birthday. And you, little lady, are Marilyn Monroe today. Got it? Or do we have to persuade you some more?” Pops said.

As he spoke, he glanced at the Stone family photos on the table next to the stairs while holding a picture of a family portrait.

“No! I understand. I’m Marilyn, and I’ll make your friend very happy!” Beth said as she started up the stairs.

“You’ll make us all happy, little lady,” Pops added.

When Beth got to her room, Buster was sitting naked in her bed with pillows propped up behind him.

His skin was wrinkled, discolored, and covered in gray hair and age spots.

He was proudly holding his seven-inch Viagra-enhanced erection in his hand.

“Marilyn, baby! I’ve been waiting for you!” Buster said with a smile as he patted the bed next to him.

Not even bothering to look at any of the other men that were standing at various spots in her room, Beth walked over, sat down next to him and spent the next 30 minutes talking to Buster while doing her best Marilyn Monroe impersonation.

Buster’s face never stopped smiling the whole time as he slid her dress off both shoulders until Beth’s huge breasts were exposed.

The feeling of an old toothless mouth sucking on her breasts and what she imagined were his gums trying to bite her nipples made her feel ill and sad at the same time.

Beth knew it was coming and wasn’t surprised when Buster told her to suck his cock.

“I can’t believe it! Marilyn Monroe is performing fellatio on me! I’m the luckiest guy in the world!” Buster exclaimed.

“Lick his balls, Marilyn!” Pops yelled.

“Stick your tongue up his ass, give him a rim job!” Eddie demanded.

“Here’s some baby oil. Rub your tits all over him,” Dean told her.

“Rub his cock all over your face. He told me once that he loves women doing that,” said Bruce, Buster’s son.

Charlie, the van driver, was just looking at everyone and not believing what he saw or heard.

He felt like he had stepped into a perverted movie set, but he liked it.

Beth hid her disgust and did all the sexual acts she was told to do on Buster's withered and wrinkly 87-year-old body.

Eventually, it was time for actual sex.

Buster lacked the mobility to fuck her on top or from behind, so it was up to Beth to ride him as he lay down.

After they all slid his body across the mattress to a flat position, Beth mounted his surprisingly hard old cock and slowly lifted herself up and down.

She tried to let her mind take her back to when she had sex like this with Matt in her car, but the odd breathing noises that Buster was making and the reek of his old and unwashed body kept her focused on the present.

His thin, bony hands were holding each of her breasts, and if Beth could have read Buster’s mind, she would have known that he was squeezing them both as hard as he could.

Had this been 40 years earlier, this former ironworker would have been able to crush Beth’s breasts to a pulp without even trying, but today, they were too weak to turn a doorknob.

Suddenly, Beth felt something that she had assumed was impossible.

She was aroused.

Each time she slid up and down, her clit was sending out pulses of pleasure.

Without thinking, her hand went to her pussy and started rubbing her clit.

She soon went from fake moaning in Marilyn’s voice to legitimately moaning in her own as she started to have an orgasm.

Beth had her eyes closed to avoid the sad sight beneath her as she was gently bouncing up and down on top of Buster, so she didn’t see Pops start to walk towards the bed to get a better look at his friend’s face.

Buster’s face was one of pure ecstasy, and his smile was something that Pops had seldom seen on his friend before.

But despite all this, it was also obvious that Buster was dead.

Pops looked at Bruce and held up his hand to stop him from saying anything.

Bruce smiled back and nodded, yes.

Pops then tapped Beth on her shoulder and said, “Pretty lady, he wants to cum in your mouth.”

Beth looked at Pops and said, ok as she got off, straddled Buster’s face with her dripping pussy, took Buster’s still hard cock into her mouth and started sucking him for all she was worth.

Eddie, Dean, and the others were at first horrified that Buster was dead and then greatly confused why Pops had told Beth to continue to service him with a blowjob.

Pops just smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said, “He’d think it was funny, and I want to see if she can do it.”

At that, all the stress left the room, and the men both cheered on and threatened Beth to make Buster cum in her mouth.

Beth didn’t know any of this. She only knew that Buster must have been close, so she sucked as hard as she could to make him cum.

She panicked when she felt his cock start to soften a little and redoubled her efforts.

Shortly after that, Beth’s mouth was flooded with the still-warm 87-year-old cum from a dead man.

Beth stood up and wiped her mouth.

That’s when she noticed that all the guys in the room were laughing.

Not Pops or Bruce, though.

They seemed sad for some reason.

Pops was standing in a military salute, and Bruce was saying a prayer as they stood next to the bed.

That’s when she heard Dean say, “Fuck-Toy, just when I think you can’t do anything more spectacular….you do something more spectacular.”

“What are you talking about, Dean?” Beth asked in confusion.

“Buster is dead. You honestly and truly fucked a guy to death and had an orgasm for yourself as you were doing it. AND…. THEN! And then. I can’t believe I get to say this for real. YOU MADE A DEAD MAN CUM!” Dean yelled as he and Eddie fell to the floor laughing.

Beth looked at Buster in confusion and then in utter chagrin as she realized everything Dean had said was true.

Bruce was covering his father’s face with a sheet, and Pops was crossing himself sadly as he sat down on her makeup chair.

When Beth realized that the cum she had just swallowed was from a dead man, she started to retch, but both Dean and Eddie screamed at her not to throw up because that would be disrespectful and not funny, so she somehow managed to hold it all in.



Later, and after they had wrapped Buster’s body in a blanket and sheet and respectfully laid him in the back of the van, the five remaining men took turns fucking Beth in her bedroom, starting with Pops while the others drank liquor and ate whatever food they could find in the fridge.

Charlie came so fast while fucking Beth that the guys doubted he really had sex with her, so they gave him a second chance after everyone else was done.

He lasted only several seconds longer than the last time, but he was more than happy.

Dean stayed with Beth after the others had gone.

He wanted to verbally humiliate her some more and tell her that he expected her at his house tomorrow at 10:00 AM.

“Wear something slutty. Fishnets, that shelf bra thing, fake lashes, lipstick, those hoop earrings too. Heels. Perfume. The regular deal,” he told her as Beth lay on the bed and covered her nudity with pillows.

“Just you?’ she asked.

“Might not be me at all. I’m going to see if you can save a marriage. I’m sure you will, though. I mean, is there anything that you can’t do?” Dean said.

As he walked down the stairs, Beth could hear him chuckling and saying, “Made a dead man cum! Un-fucking-believable!”

Beth sat on her bed and looked around her room as the day's events played back in her head.

She killed a man on this bed.

By fucking him to death.

She had an orgasm while doing it.

And after he was dead, she made him cum in her mouth.

And then she fucked the dead man’s son.

With a giggle that bordered on mania, she also realized that she was going to have to buy new bedding again.

She couldn’t even function like a normal human being until her pre***********ion meds kicked in a while later.

Friday Blackmail Day 69

Before school started, Mack was talking to Mr. Sullivan in the parking lot about Emily and the test scheduled for that day.

“I told her that if she flirted with you, you might give her a better grade,” Mack said.

“Flirt or blowjob?” Mr. Sullivan asked hopefully.

“That’s up to you. She’s wearing a little dress and plans on showing you some leg and cleavage. I told her not to wear any underwear. If you touch her and she starts to freak out, just blame it all on her. She has no defense against that. Blames herself no matter what I do to her. You’re welcome,” Mack told his coach.

“Seems like me giving you all “A” grades for the past three years is finally going to pay off,” Justin said with a smile.

“If not, I’ll invite you to the next gangbang with her,” Mack said.

Beth pulled into Dean’s driveway and walked into his kitchen, expecting the worst.

Instead, it was just him sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee.

There was another cup for Beth.

And they both drank as Dean talked.

“So, you might not remember, but you entertained a small bachelor party last weekend for my cousin Randy. They showed up after your first gangbang that night,” Dean said.

“Gang rape,” Beth corrected him, “A gangbang implies willing participation. You’ve been raping me for over two months now.”

“I know, but are you trying to piss me off?” Dean asked without a smile.

“No. I’m sorry, Dean. Continue, please. I'll shut my whore mouth,” Beth said earnestly while looking at the floor.

“That’s better,” Dean said, “So, just like what happened to your son, your fucking pussy changed Randy’s whole fucking life. You definitely have some kind of magic pussy. He decided that his wife was a frigid bitch and broke up with her two weeks before the wedding. My mom’s pissed. Not at me. She has no idea about you or what went on. But she asked me to help since Randy and I are close. So I’m helping. Randy gave Karen, his girlfriend, an ultimatum. She needs to show him that she can be legitimately wild in bed, and then he’ll marry her. He wants to have a three-way with his future wife and you.”

“A three-way? What? I don’t…,” Beth stammered.

“Relax. You’re going to wear a mask. A new comfy and soft one. Just in case. They both live a couple of towns away, so there is a small chance you might bump into them, and a non-shitfaced Randy or Karen might recognize you. All you have to do is bring out the wild side in Karen. Eat her out. Threaten to take Randy away or something. Once Randy sees that Karen can be fun in bed, your day is over,” Dean told her.

Beth took off her raincoat.

She was dressed as instructed and was so attractive that Dean couldn’t keep his hands off her, but just before Dean was about to tell her to blow him, there was a knock on the door in the kitchen.

“Wait in the bedroom,” Dean said.

She could hear the three of them talking in the kitchen, and then the bedroom door opened.

Beth was sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing her feet seductively.

Her long blonde hair fell down over her shoulders and curled under her huge breasts, which her shelf bra made to look even more massive than they really were.

Her fishnet stockings, garter, shelf bra and mask were all a dark purple.

Her 8-inch high-heels were black with a shiny metal trim.

Her large gold hoop earrings and gold chain, which fell between her cleavage, sparkled in the sunlight streaming through the window.

The lust on Randy’s face was only equaled by the look of rage on Karen’s, but Karen quickly hid it and was all smiles when she looked at Randy.

“Remember, Liz, and I are both doing this for you as a favor. All I ask is that you keep Liz’s mask on. If this doesn’t work, I don’t want either of you to know who she is and take your anger out on her. Got it?” Dean said.

“We got it, cousin, thanks. And thanks, Liz. Well, let's get this started. Why don’t you two get to know each other and make out on the bed? Liz, help Karen take off her clothes,” Randy said as Dean gave him a high-five as he walked out of the bedroom and left for work.

One of Karen’s friends described Karen as beautiful during lunch the other day, and Beth agreed.

Karen was 25, 5’ 4” tall, with long, dark brown hair.

After Beth removed her bra, she saw that her breasts were small, no more than a B-cup, but they complemented her very thin and athletic frame.

Beth kissed, licked and sucked on the exposed areas of Karen’s body as she removed each article of Karen’s clothing.

Karen was trying not to enjoy how good Beth’s kisses and touches were making her feel, but she couldn’t deny that this whole 3-some situation was stimulating, and Beth’s hands were soon wet from touching Karen’s dripping pussy.

“Now 69 each other and don’t stop until Karen cums,” Randy demanded.

Beth was on top, and it didn’t take long for her pussy juice to absolutely drench Karen’s face as she pushed her pussy down hard on Karen’s mouth and slid herself forward and back.

Cumming so fast and so many times when a woman licked her pussy was making Beth wonder if she was bisexual.

Once Beth had her 3rd orgasm, she started to aggressively lick and suck on the soaking wet pussy below her until she heard Karen begin to moan and cry out with an orgasm of her own.

“Kiss each other while I slide my dick in between your lips,” Randy told them.

It looked like both women were playing a flesh harmonica with his cock.

Beth was the first to break the kiss and take all of Randy’s cock in her mouth until her lips pressed into his pubic hair.

“Oh, fuck yeah! All the way. Keep going!” Randy called out.

“Oh, your cock is so big! Want me to lick your balls too, baby?” Beth asked.

“Yeah. Lick my balls while Karen sucks my dick,” Randy answered.

Karen hid how furious she had gotten after hearing Beth call her fiancée “baby” and at the obvious attempt to make Randy want her more by saying his dick was big.

“Why didn’t I ever say that to him? I bet something simple like that would drive him wild,” Karen thought.

And “Baby” was the pet name that she called him, not this blonde whore, so Karen started sucking Randy’s cock better and with more enthusiasm than she had ever done before.

“Oh yeah, Karen! That’s so good. You’ve never sucked me like that before. Don’t use your hands, though! Just your mouth, like Liz does. Liz never uses her hands when sucking cock,” Randy said before pulling out of her mouth and ramming it into Beth’s, “But I know you never want me to cum in your mouth, so Liz is getting it!”

“No, baby! Give it to me. It’s ok. I want it,” Karen pleaded as she did not want Randy to ejaculate inside anyone but her.

Randy grabbed Beth’s head and brutally rammed his cock all the way into her mouth until his balls hurt from banging into her chin.

Karen just watched with a sick feeling in her stomach.

She had never seen Randy as happy as he was now.

The blowjobs she had given him in the past were a passive joke compared to what he was doing with this Liz-person now.

This slut wasn’t even using her hands on his cock, just her mouth!

Her hands were fondling his balls, and “Oh my god! Is that bitch putting her finger up Randy’s asshole?” said a shocked Karen to herself.

And he was going to cum in her mouth like he had always wanted to do with her, but she denied it.

“Why did I always say no?” Karen thought miserably. “And I made him finish on a tissue, too! He must have felt humiliated.”

“Oh, fuck yeah! I’m going to cum, but don’t swallow it! I want to see it!” Randy said as he flooded Beth’s mouth with semen.

When he was done, Beth proudly opened her mouth to show him what he had given her.

“How come you never did that for me?” he said while looking at Karen. “I asked you so many fucking times.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll do it from now on. I promise.” Karen said.

“Prove it. Liz, spit all my cum into Karen’s mouth. And Karen, you keep it in there as I use your mouth to make me hard again. Don’t swallow until I tell you,” Randy demanded.

Beth didn’t think that Karen would do it, and neither did Randy, but she did.

Karen kept her lips around Randy’s soft cock and sucked him hard with her mouth full of his cum.

She didn’t stop until Randy told her to swallow it.

“Lie down, baby. I want you to lick my pussy,” Beth said as she straddled Randy’s face and held onto the headboard.

After a while, Beth and Karen switched places, but before Beth moved away, she whispered into Randy’s ear and said, “Hold her ass so she can’t move and tell me to lick her asshole.”

As expected, Karen tried to move away when she felt Beth’s tongue start to lick the crack of her ass, but Randy held her in place.

When Karen’s legs started shaking, and she was practically screaming, both Beth and Randy knew that she had an orgasm from getting both her holes licked at the same time.

“You called me a whore, but you loved getting your asshole licked didn’t you, slut?” Beth asked while she was squeezing Karen’s breasts and licking her face.

“Yes, I… I loved being a slut,” Karen admitted while locking eyes with Randy, who still lying between her spread legs.

Randy then fucked both women when they were once again in the sixty-nine position.

He’d pull out of one pussy and have the other one suck his cock.

“Who wants to get their ass fucked first?” Randy asked.

At that, Karen kept her mouth shut.

She wanted to show Randy that she could be wild in bed, but the thought of anal sex sickened her.

“Looks like your frigid bride won’t, but I will, baby. You can always fuck my ass as hard as you want,” Beth told him.

Karen remained silent in rage while Beth rubbed his cock with lube and then got on her hands and knees with her ass in the air.

When she saw how violently Randy was fucking Beth’s ass and how Beth was enthusiastically shoving herself back to get more of him inside her, she was stunned.

Randy was now on top of Beth while Beth was lying prone and was literally throwing his body up and down on top of her as he fucked her ass.

“How can that not hurt her?” Karen wondered.

But then Karen remembered the size of the plug that had been in her stripper-asshole.

Randy’s cock was big but not as wide as that grotesque ass dildo or plug thing.

“Oh, yes, awesome. Now your turn,” he said to Karen as his cock popped out of Beth’s asshole.

“Nooooo… I’m sorry, Randy, I can’t do that,” she said sadly.

“So that’s it? You won’t even try?” Randy asked as he felt his frustration mounting.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she replied with tears running down her face..

“All you say in bed is “no” and “sorry”. Ok, fine.” Randy said as he positioned his dick just inches from Karen’s face, “I’m going to fuck her hard now like I’ve always wanted to fuck you, but you’ve been too much of a princess to cut loose with me. I always have to hold back with you, even in my own bed. But first, clean my dick with your mouth. Can you at least do that?”

Karen's eyes went wide and filled with tears when he asked her to do that.

“Clean it? With my mouth? After it’s been in her filthy….ass?” her mind shouted in refusal, but Karen could tell by the look on Randy’s face that if she didn’t, he was through with her.

Beth kept her mouth shut and watched the scene unfold in front of her.

She didn’t know what she could say to get them back together at this point and wondered what Randy meant by how he was going to fuck her “hard”.

Then, in a panic, she remembered how brutally Randy had fucked her that night at the Halloween party.

Beth also didn’t think that there was any chance in hell that Karen would clean Randy’s cock with her mouth, but both she and Randy were stunned when Karen leaned forward and put it in her mouth.

“I love you, Randy,” Karen said just before tasting Beth’s shit on Randy’s cock.

She didn’t stop until every inch of his cock was scrubbed clean with her tongue and wet with her spit.

“Maybe there’s hope then. Ok, Blondie. Spread those legs and get ready for some hard fucking!” Randy told Beth as he pushed Karen away, rolled Beth on her back and mounted her.

Karen was shocked when she saw how violently Randy was fucking Liz.

“Fucking? More like raping!” she thought as Karen saw him squeeze, slap and choke Liz while he was throwing his body on top of her.

But Karen had never seen Randy look so happy.

So masculine.

So strong and powerful.

But more surprising to Karen was how Liz was responding.

That blonde whore was encouraging him to punch her breasts, fuck her harder and was constantly moaning like she was having an orgasm.

“This was how Randy always wanted to fuck me? I can’t believe he would ever feel such lust for me. But he does. And he holds back? He denies himself from fully being a man? Because of me? Because… I’m a frigid bitch. I am! How could I ever not want him to love me so much? Why would I reject that? What’s wrong with me? I’m losing the man I love because I’m too afraid to have wild sex?” Karen thought.

Beth, of course, was just pretending to enjoy the brutal fucking that she was getting.

She was just waiting to say something that she knew would trigger Karen into action and would turn Randy’s attention away from her.

Then she saw the conflicted expression on Karen’s face, and knew exactly what to say.

Beth grabbed Randy’s ass, locked eyes with Karen and said, “I love your huge, hard cock, babe! Cum inside me, Randy! I love you! Make me pregnant! I want to have your babies!”

Hearing that, Karen lost her mind and screamed in a jealous rage as she propelled herself across the bed and pulled Randy off Beth.

“No! Never! That’s not happening! Fuck me up the ass, Randy! NOW! I want it. Do anything to me. I love you! You do not love her!” Karen said as she grabbed the bottle of lube on the bed and covered Randy’s cock and balls with it.

Randy couldn’t believe the change in Karen’s attitude, but didn’t waste any time as he positioned his fiancée with her head on a pillow and her ass up in the air.

It took him a few minutes, but eventually, he got ¾ of his cock in her tiny virgin asshole.

Karen was in agony, but she never told him to stop.

Instead, as tears were flowing down her face, she begged him to fuck her ass harder and promised that he could do it again whenever he wanted.

“I’m your bitch! I’m your slut. This body is yours. I love you so much Randy, baby!” Karen said through clenched teeth with tears running down her face as she shoved her ass backwards into Randy’s groin.

This was all Randy wanted, and he was so turned on and in love with Karen at that moment that all he wanted to do was make love to her face-to-face.

So after ramming his entire dick balls deep in her ass multiple times, he pulled out of her ass, rolled Karen over on her back and made passionate love to her in the missionary position.

Beth knew what the answer was but wanted Randy to say it to cement his relationship with Karen, so she asked, “Do you want me to join in or do you want me to go?”

“Get the fuck out! My future wife and I have some making up to do,” Randy replied, which made Karen wrap her legs around his waist and kiss him harder.

Beth put on her rain jacket in the kitchen and texted Dean, “Mission successful. They told me to leave and are alone in bed. Do you want me to wait, or can I go home?”

“Good job, Fuck-Toy. Go home,” was the reply.

Emily was alone and crying in the girls’ bathroom at the High School

Her nipples and her bottom were so sore.

She had tried teasing her history teacher, Mr. Sullivan, in class today.

Mack had said that if she “showed him a little skin,” he’d give her a better grade for today's big test.

Following Mack’s suggestions, she wore a thin blouse and left the top three buttons undone so Mr. Sullivan could see her braless cleavage. She also wore a short skirt with no underwear.

When he passed out the test, he stood at her desk and looked down at her breasts while passing the papers to students all around her.

Emily could clearly see the bulge in his pants from the hard-on she gave him and thought her goal had succeeded.

And while she was taking the test, Emily saw him staring at her, so she spread her legs and let him see the few blonde hairs on her almost bare pussy.

The little blonde teen assumed that was all that she needed to do to get a good grade, but when class ended, Mr. Sullivan asked her to stay behind while the other students left.

Once they were alone, Mr. Sullivan locked the door to the classroom and asked Emily to stand next to him as he sat in his chair by his desk.

He asked her why she had dressed the way she did, and when Emily replied that it was to get an “A” on the test, Mr. Sullivan laughed and said, “Dressing up for me only gets you a “D”.”

Emily was crestfallen, and seeing this, Mr. Sullivan took her hands and pulled her in closer.

“D” is for dressing like a slut. “C” is for giving me your cunt. “B” is for a few blowjobs. And to earn an “A”, which is what you need to pass my class, is for when you give me your ass,” he said with a grin.

At this, Emily got scared and tried to get away.

This was not what Mack had said would happen, Emily thought, but how could Mack have known?

Mack couldn’t know for sure how Mr. Sullivan would react to a girl dressed as slutty as she was.

She wasn’t wearing any panties and had even shown him her vagina!

She should never have done this.

But now it was too late.

Mr. Sullivan was running his hands up and down her thighs and cupping her naked ass cheeks under her skirt as he pulled her in even closer.

“So, Emily,” he said with a smile as he started undoing the few remaining buttons on her shirt and then quickly pulled it down off her shoulders to her waist and left her naked breasts exposed, “what grade do you want to earn today?”

The scared little blonde stayed totally still with her eyes closed while cold air made Emily’s tiny nipples turn hard and erect.

Not waiting for an answer, the 60-year-old teacher pulled Emily in between his legs and started sucking and biting on her perfect breasts while his hands squeezed and spread her ass.

Emily was covered in goose bumps and shaking with fear.

She did not expect that any of this would happen.

Mr. Sullivan was always so kind and polite, but now he was sucking on her breasts so hard that it hurt.

“His breath stinks of old coffee.”

“He is so old and fat!”

“And so gray!”

“Totally gross!”

“This isn’t what I wanted to happen!”

“I’m so stupid!”

“Why did I tease him?”

He grabbed her ponytail, forced her mouth against his and tried to put his whole tongue into her mouth as he kissed her.

“No. I want to leave. Let me go now,” she pleaded quietly.

“Leave? Oh no,” Mr. Sullivan said as he remembered what Mack told him about Emily, “You can’t come to my class dressed like that and expect to walk away without getting fucked. But, don’t worry, sweetheart; you’ll get a good grade too.”

As he was unbuckling his pants, Emily was crying as she said, “I don’t care about the grade anymore. I just want to leave.”

“Too bad. This is happening. I’m going to fuck this super-hot body of yours that you teased me with,” he told her as he picked her up and sat her on his desk.

“No! Please, Mr. Sullivan! I don’t want to…. Argh!” Emily cried out when his hard and thin 7” cock entered her pussy after one hard shove.

“Oh, yeah! So fucking hot!” he said as he started thrusting inside the petite teen so hard that papers and books started falling off his desk.

Mr. Sullivan was muscular for his age, but he also had a massive gut that had draped over Emily’s flat stomach and, unfortunately, didn’t let him see his cock fucking her pussy.

His hands had a death grip on her fat breasts as he slammed into her so hard over and over again until his desk started moving forward.

“Please, stop, Mr. Sullivan. It hurts! I’m sorry. I won’t…” Emily started to say.

“I’ll stop if you suck my cock. Will you do that, you little fucking tease? Ask me to suck my cock!” he told her as he used the deathgrip he had on her breasts to lift her to a standing position.

“Yes! Please. I’ll suck you. May I please suck your cock, Mr. Sullivan?” Emily said with tears in her eyes.

Soon, Emily was on her knees with Mr. Sullivan’s hard cock in her mouth as he used her ponytail to lift her head up almost off his cock before slamming her head down into his lap.

When he felt himself getting ready to cum he stopped and asked her, “It takes three blowjobs for a B grade. Do you want to suck me off two more times?”

Emily was so flustered with what was happening that she couldn’t think clearly.

She only heard and understood that her teacher was asking her if she wanted to do this two more times.

Which, of course, she didn’t.

She answered, “No, Mr. Sullivan.”

“You fucking dirty slut! You don’t want me to fuck your pussy or your mouth! That only leaves your ass!” he said to her as he picked her up off her knees and threw her face down across his desk, and spilled most of the remaining papers and pens to the floor.

He reached for some hand lotion in his drawer and poured it all over his cock and directly onto Emily’s tiny little asshole.

“This is almost over. You just keep your mouth shut, or you’re in more trouble than you can imagine!” Mr. Sullivan warned her.

It took him a few times before he could get his cock halfway into her, but then he was throwing his whole body against her ass as he fucked her.

Somehow, Emily kept herself from screaming in pain from what her teacher was doing to her, and when she, at last, heard him groan and felt a sudden warmth in her colon, she let her head fall on the desk and waited for him to pull himself out of her.

He sat back on his chair and looked at a thin line of his cum dripping out of her cute little asshole.

After they were both dressed, Mr. Sullivan had her stand before him while he kissed her mouth and sucked on her neck.

“Ok, you little slut. I did what you wanted me to do. You get an A for this test. There are three more tests before the end of this semester. If you do this for me again for each test, you’ll get an A for the year. Shit, you don’t even have to come to my class. But if you don’t repeat what we just did when I ask, I fucking guarantee you’ll never pass a test in my class ever again. Do you understand me?” Mr. Sullivan told her as he was licking the tears off her face like a dog.

Emily buttoned the top button on her shirt as she said, “Yes, Mr. Sullivan.”

Fearing that her teacher’s semen would be dripping out of her ass and onto the school’s floor, she ran crying to the nearest girls' bathroom.

Saturday, Blackmail Day 70

Beth was on a table giving birth in the local hospital's maternity ward.

The doctor on duty was Eddie, and he was between her legs as the baby’s head was crowning.

Her breasts were so swollen with milk that each nipple would periodically squirt out the warm white fluid high into the air all by itself.

Suddenly, both Dean and Brody were on either side of her and sucking the milk out of her like they hadn’t eaten in weeks.

“Come on, you fucking cunt! Push that fucking baby out!” Eddie kept yelling at her.

Beth suddenly felt the enormous pressure around her pussy ease as her baby slid out into Eddie’s hands.

Eddie never said a word as he took the baby out of the room.

Between her legs, Eddie was suddenly replaced with Patrick.

He was naked and holding his cock in one hand.

Beth started screaming when she saw it.

It was 24” long and so thick that Patrick’s fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around it.

And the head!

“Oh my god!” screamed Beth.

The head of Patrick’s enormous cock was literally shaped like a giant fist of flesh, but his piss slit was too long, horizontal and curved like a smile..

There was even a bulge out of the side in the shape of a thumb.

With one hard shove forward, Patrick had lodged ½ of his hideously large penis inside her vagina.

She could feel it punch completely through her cervix, which had just passed a baby.

“Oh, Mom, this feels great! I’m so glad that the secret is out, and I know that I’ve been fucking you all this time. I’m going to fuck you every day from now on! Just like this. I love you, mommy.” Patrick said just before he brutally rammed his entire cock inside her.

Beth felt absolute agony when the fist-shaped cock-head punched into her womb.

Patrick pulled almost all the way out before lunging himself all the way back inside her.

This time, she felt only ecstasy and orgasmed immediately when she felt the fist punch the inside wall of her womb again.

And then agony after he pulled out and slammed back in again.

And then an orgasm.

That pattern repeated over and over again as Patrick fucked her repeatedly.

Then Patrick was suddenly gone, and Eddie walked back into the room.

He was leading a horse and positioned it, so it was standing between her spread legs with its cock resting on her stomach.

The delivery table positioned Beth’s body at the perfect height for the horse’s cock to enter her pussy.

The horse’s cock was so long that its head was sandwiched between her two breasts, from which Dean and Brody were still sucking milk.

“Oh my god! No! Not again! I can’t take it! Beth screamed.

“AAAAARRRGGGHHHHH!” Beth screamed as the horse backed up and started fucking her.

The horse’s neighing was so loud that Beth couldn’t even hear herself screaming.

She looked down at her stomach and could see the shape of the horse’s cock impossibly lift up her flesh as it slid up to just under her breasts.

Then she saw the cock-head bulge move down her stomach and then suddenly slide back up between her breasts after the horse lunged forward.

And then again.

And again……

Seemingly forever….

Then she heard the horse make the same sound she heard in the barn when that horse started to cum inside her.

But the horse never moved away.

It just kept its cock inside her and kept on ejaculating.

Seconds turned into minutes, and the horse kept on cumming.

Beth felt swollen, and her sides started to hurt from the internal pressure.

And the horse kept cumming.

Beth saw her stomach start to inflate as it held in so much horse cum.

It was as if her stomach were a giant balloon.

It kept on getting bigger and bigger.

She looked nine months pregnant again, then with twins, then with quadruplets.

Soon, Beth was in agony, and she felt like her belly was going to explode.

She saw some parts of the skin on her stomach start to leak horse cum.

Then those leaks spurted out under so much pressure that they splattered the walls in all directions.

“Nooooooo……..!” she screamed as she felt her whole body start to rip open and her face get covered with horse cum and her blood.

“Beth! Beth! Wake up, honey! You’re having a bad dream.” Chris said as he shook her awake.

“Oh my god, Chris. That dream was horrible!” she told him.

“It must have been. You almost woke the baby,” he told her.

“Baby?” Beth thought as she suddenly felt something suckling one of her nipples.

She looked down and saw the beautiful body of her new baby boy…..but he had a horse's head!!!!

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…………………!” Beth screamed.

Suddenly, she was lying in the dark.

The clock next to her bed said 4:25 AM.

Chris was asleep next to her and snoring loudly.

But Beth didn’t know if this was another dream.

She closed her eyes and ran her hands across her breasts.

No horse-headed baby.

Her breasts didn’t feel swollen either, and her stomach wasn’t sore.

She ran her hands down to her pussy and was relieved to feel her underwear.

She was not relieved to feel that her underwear was wet, though.

“How could a dream like that make me wet? Did I have a real orgasm every time I dreamed that Patrick gave me one? What does that mean?” she thought to herself. “What is wrong with me?”

Knowing that there was no chance she’d fall back to sleep, she went downstairs and drank several cups of coffee with alcohol before Chris and Patrick woke up.

Emily was standing at the front door of Mr. Adams’ house.

There was no reason for her to be here this early in the morning, but after what happened yesterday with Mr. Sullivan, she was desperate to see Bradley.

Not to tell him about what happened in class, though.

She didn’t even tell Mack what had happened to her (although Mr. Sullivan bragged about it to him at practice later in the day and they both had quite a laugh at her expense).

On Friday, after the incident in class, she only told Mack that she wasn’t feeling well on the ride home from school.

When she told him in her driveway that she was babysitting all weekend for Mr. Adams, Mack scared her by getting very angry.

“All weekend? What the fuck? I’m not going to see you until Monday,” he said.

Because he made it seem like he would miss being with her, Emily felt horrible, upsetting Mack like that and was very agreeable to giving him the blowjob he asked for before she got out of his truck.

Today, Emily just wanted to curl up in bed with Mr. Adams and feel safe while pretending that the world didn’t exist.

Bradley opened the door and let her in with a smile.

They both spent most of the weekend naked in bed.

On Sunday, while he was fucking her as they watched an NFL game on TV, Bradley told her that he had a huge cheerleader fetish and wondered if she would dress like one if he bought her an outfit.

Bradley orgasmed inside her pussy as she replied, “Yes, I would do ANYTHING to make you happy, daddy.”

That was the first time that she had dared to call him daddy when she wasn’t drunk.

His loving reaction made her feel no regret for saying it.

Bradley smiled too, thinking that if she was calling him daddy, then there wasn’t anything he couldn’t make her do.

Sunday, Blackmail Day 71

Beth and Chris spent the day at the house of one of Chris's friends, who was having a cookout while they watched the football game.

Once again, Bradley said he couldn’t be there due to “work.”

Patrick spent the day at home playing online games with a few friends, including Matt, but he wasn’t paying much attention.

He was too stressed out thinking about what he was going to do to his poor mother this week.

He was sick to his stomach thinking about it.

Could I really do it?

Was I a horrible person?

There’s no way she’ll know, though.

They said they wouldn’t hurt her.

She’d understand if she knew how much I loved Liz and how much she loved me.

One more time, and maybe Liz will leave Dean for me!

Liz’s text from last night hinted that it might happen.

She sent me another close-up pic of her beautiful asshole and said that I owned it.

That I owned her body to do whatever I wished with it!

Patrick told his friends that he needed a break and went to his room to jerk himself off, looking at the picture of “Liz’s” perfect asshole as he imagined himself balls deep inside it.

Monday, Blackmail Day 72

This morning's text read: “30 minutes. Surprise us.”

“Surprise?” Beth thought, ”I’m so tired of all this. A few more weeks. Please, just a few more weeks…”



She greeted them at the door wearing a sheer, see-through bikini with navy blue trim.

It had self-tying spaghetti straps over her hips and shoulders so the boys could easily undress her with just a quick tug on the knot.

She put her long blonde hair up in a genie ponytail holder that kept her hair up high before falling down like a fountain.

And the usual perfume, heels and slutty jewelry that all the boys loved.

The boys weren’t unusually savage or hurtful to Beth today.

They only fucked her roughly with nothing but their own pleasure in mind.

Later in the morning, after all the boys’ cocks were very satisfied, Dean had everyone go downstairs and had her sit on a chair in the kitchen while he told her what was going to happen this week.

“I’ve mentioned to you several times how much Patrick loves fucking you. Talks about you all the time. Asks me when he can get another chance with you,” Dean said.

Beth was naked and sitting uncomfortably on the chair.

She could feel some of the boy’s cum dripping out of her pussy and onto the wooden seat.

Her whole ass was sticky from it by the time Dean had stopped talking.

“Liz,” she said, trying to make it sound less horrible than it was, “Not me. He thinks he’s fucking Liz.”

“That’s true, Fuck-Toy. Liz. Somehow, and none of us can still fucking believe it, he doesn’t know that you two are the same. I mean, I’ve been helping to maintain that illusion. It’s been too much fun to let it stop, right guys?” Dean said.

“Damn right,” Eddie replied as he pulled up a chair and sat behind Beth so he could squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples while Dean talked.

“He got his first taste, literally, of your pussy when he was supposed to be fucking Emily but was actually fucking you. He loved that, but did that really count since he was drugged up and didn’t know it was you? Maybe not. He got his second taste when you were blowing me in my car. He fucking loved that. Finger licking good, he said later. But then at my first party, he got to fuck you for real. You remember that, right?” Dean asked.

When Beth didn’t reply, Eddie grabbed both her nipples at the same time and twisted them until Beth was screaming, “Yes! Yes! I remember!”

“Patrick went fucking nuts on you. I never thought that skinny little kid had that much fire inside him. After that, he never left me alone for another chance. So I gave him a task to do to earn another chance at fucking you. I told him that he had to give his girlfriend roofies and call us so we could fuck the shit out of her. Does doing that to someone sound familiar to you? He did it. Like mother, like son. No hesitation either. He even joined in a few times while she was knocked out. Your kid is a fucking savage,” Dean said.

“No! You bastards. He never would have done any of that if it weren’t for you! Leave my son alone or I’ll…” Beth yelled as she knocked Eddie’s hands away and started to stand like she was going to attack Dean, but Eddie punched her in the back of the head so hard that she fell back down on the seat and didn’t move until her senses were restored.

“Oh, it gets better, Fuck-Toy. So much better. That earned him the right to fuck you again. And he fucking fucked you in every room in this fucking house. I can’t believe you can still live here after what he did to you in it. He put both his fucking hands inside you! Both holes! At the same time! We didn’t even think of doing that. Your kid is twisted. So, after Eddie tosses you in the backseat, Patrick is literally begging us for another go with you while his dick is still wet from fucking you. Says he’ll do anything. Anything! So Eddie says to let us fuck your mom,” Dean said with a grin as Beth’s eyes went as wide as saucers.

“You can be proud of him. Wanted to throw a punch at Eddie, I think. Told us to fuck off. But then, that night, I sent him a few pics I took of you and him fucking, and he starts asking questions like if we’ll hurt you and other shit, and I’m like, holy fuck! He’s going to say yes. But he doesn’t for a while, then I get a burner phone and text him as Liz and tell him how much she loves him and how she wants to have sex and all kinds of other shit. He loses his fucking mind and texts me that he’ll do it. However, it was after the time limit I had given him to give me an answer. So I tell him no. He’s pissed! So then Brody gives me another challenge idea. Patrick has to fuck you in front of us!” Dean said.

At that, Beth dropped her head and just started weeping.

“I know what you’re thinking. That he’s never going to agree to that. He didn’t until I told him that if he said yes to fucking you, he could fuck Liz and also get to check her out at my Halloween party too. That sealed the deal. He probably thought he was going to get to fuck you at the party, but I kicked him out just to drive him crazy and make sure he didn’t back down. But here’s where it gets fun. He’s going to put roofie powder in your morning coffee before he leaves for school. And then call us when you’re knocked out. But I didn’t give him a package of roofies. No, I just gave him a packet full of sugar. So, when you drink that cup of super-sweet coffee, you’re just going to pretend to fall asleep and fake being unconscious. So when your son fucks you, you’re going to be aware of every moment and remember everything. Every sound and every move he makes. And he knows how women on roofies can eagerly respond when getting fucked. So you’re going to fuck him back, too, unless you want us to get angry. But you can’t fuck him back like you do as Liz. No! You’re going to have to come up with a whole new way of fucking. And you can talk too. So I want you fucking talking a lot,” Dean explained.

“And call him Patrick the whole time. I want to see a real mother-son incest moment. No pretend shit this time,” Brody added.

“Yeah, I bet you do, you sick fuck!” Beth thought to herself.

Dean handed her a cell phone.

“This is Liz’s phone. Read some texts and see what “you” promised to do for your son. See his responses and ideas. Going to happen this Thursday,” Dean said with a knowing laugh.

“Oh my god,” Beth said as she read the filthy things that Liz promised to do for her son and what Patrick said he was going to do to her.

But there were also words like “love” from her son directed at Liz.

As angry as she was with Patrick, it also broke her heart to think he was just as emotionally confused.

Her son was too young and inexperienced to realize that his love was really just a strong sexual addiction.

But Beth knew.

And she knew it was all her fault, too.

If it wasn’t for her and what she did with Matt that night, Patrick would still be her sweet little angel.

“Looks like you’re going to be a shit toilet, after all, you fucking cunt!” Eddie said before he punched her in the back of the head again.

As she timidly walked into Mr. Sullivan’s class, Emily was afraid, but he barely looked at her as she sat down at her desk.

The class was uneventful, and he only nodded to her and said, “Good job,” as he handed the students back their tests from Friday.

Emily didn’t know how she felt when she saw the large circled A at the top of her exam paper.

It was a blend of embarrassment and relief.

Her mother had complained that she was spending too much time with Mr. Adams this weekend and was worried that it might affect her schoolwork.

Handing her mom this test and telling her she was getting an A for the term would make it much easier to see Mr. Adams in the future.

And if Emily didn’t even have to be in this classroom, she could go to the library to study and do homework for her other classes.

Mr. Sullivan was still gross, but maybe something she could put up with him fucking her a few times if it meant that she could see Mr. Adams more and without any hassle from her mom.

When Patrick got home from school, Beth was downstairs in the gym.

She had been working out her rage and frustrations until her clothes were soaked in sweat.

Knowing what her son had in plan for her, Beth couldn’t even look at Patrick, and after dinner she went to bed, claiming that she had a headache.

When Chris came to bed later and wanted to have sex, Beth kept her eyes closed and prayed it would be quick.

As usual for Chris, it was.

Tuesday, Blackmail Day 73

Chris had left for work, and Beth was alone with Patrick in the kitchen.

She was feeling unwell all morning and could only manage small talk with her son.

Which was fine for Patrick.

He was so nervous he almost confessed to her what he had planned a dozen times.

It was only after she finished her cup of unusually sweet coffee that it occurred to Beth that she should have smothered her son with love and affection all morning in hopes of making him too guilty to follow through with his plan.

It would have worked.

But it was too late now.

Patrick was hiding in shame in the kitchen bathroom as soon as he saw her finish her drink, and waited until the time he knew his mother would be asleep.

He hoped that she would lie down first and not hurt herself by tripping or falling.

Beth lay down on the couch in the living room, and after a loud sigh, she put her head down and pretended to be asleep.

Patrick came over a while later and stared at his mom.

His hands were shaking as he held his phone.

He was crying as he texted Dean.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I…I…have to. I love and miss her so badly. I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you. I promise,” Patrick said softly.

Beth had covered her face with her arm, so Patrick didn’t see the tears that were coming from her eyes.

A while later, all the boys were looking down at Beth as she lay on the couch.

Dean handed everyone a viagra and then pulled Beth to her feet.

“Ok, Mrs. Stone. You need to go to bed and lie down. Up you go,” Dean said.

He and Eddie pretended to help Beth up the stairs while whispering instructions to her about what they wanted her to do when they reached her bedroom.

Patrick stopped at the bedroom door and refused to go any further.

“Come on, man. A deal is a deal. Get in there and take your mom’s clothes off,” Brody told him as he shoved Patrick past the door.

Beth chose her outfit carefully.

She didn’t want to look sexy or slutty at all, so she was wearing old socks, baggy sweatpants, a black zippered hoodie sweatshirt and a headband to keep her hair away from her face.

Today’s outfit hid her every curve, and it even took Dean and his friends by surprise.

Except for the first few days of blackmail, they had only seen Beth wearing sexy clothes or looking insanely hot.

Right now, as she lay on her back in bed, wearing the clothes she had on, she looked like just a typical and average-looking mom.

“I can’t do this. You all have to leave. This is over!” Patrick said with tears in his eyes.

“That’s fine. But you’ll never see Liz again,” Dean said.

But Patrick didn’t care and repeated what he had said.

Beth stayed silent, but her heart soared with joy after hearing her son say what he did.

Eddie and Brody looked at Dean as Dean was studying Patrick.

“What if I make it two times with Liz?” Dean asked Patrick.

“What?” he asked.

“You fuck your mom today like we told you to, and you earn two days with Liz to do with her anything you want,” Dean offered.

“Look, your mom isn’t going to remember any of this, so that's not a big deal. And Liz told me the other day that she thinks she is truly in love with you. Are you really going to let her go?” Dean said, trying desperately not to laugh.

“Love? She said that?” Patrick asked no one.

Beth’s heart sank when she heard Patrick ask this.

She knew what was coming next.

“What's it going to be?” Brody asked.

“You promise not to hurt her?” Patrick asked.

“Sure. Now strip your mom,” Brody demanded.

With shaking hands, Patrick removed his mother’s socks first.

“Rub her feet,” Brody said.

Brody had asked to take the lead today, and Dean and Eddie happily agreed.

“Kiss them,” Brody said next, “and then take her sweatpants off.”

Beth remembered to play her part and moaned when her son rubbed her feet and then lifted her hips to make taking her sweatpants off easier.

She was wearing the most unattractive panties she owned, and when Patrick removed those, she moaned again and spread her legs.

It never occurred to Patrick to think it odd that his mother’s pussy was totally bare like Liz’s.

He just assumed that it was normal and that all older women kept it that way.

Most of the women in porn were like that, too.

“Keep going!” Brody said, and Patrick unzipped his mother’s sweatshirt to show her naked, massive breasts.

Beth was originally going to wear a bra, but since every time Patrick had sex with “Liz”, she always had a bra on at the beginning.

So Beth figured this would be different enough not to remind Patrick of anything.

She need not have bothered.

Liz was the last thing Patrick was thinking about now as Dean lifted his mother up by her shoulders to help take off her sweatshirt.

“Squeeze her breasts, Patrick. Suck on your mother’s tits,” Brody said.

Patrick was kneeling between his mother’s spread legs and put his hands on her breasts and squeezed.

Beth moaned again and put her hands over Patrick’s and squeezed her breasts harder.

“Take your clothes off, too. Things are going to start getting crazy!” Brody said as he was almost giggling.

“Now suck on your mom’s tits and work your way down her stomach and then start licking her pussy,” Brody said.

Beth grabbed her son’s head, moaned loudly and rubbed his hair as he sucked one of her nipples.

“Oh yes, baby. That feels nice,” Beth moaned.

She was trying to make her actions distinct from those of “Liz”.

“Liz” would have pressed her son’s mouth deep into her tit-flesh as he was sucking her nipple.

When Patrick started to lick her pussy, he thought she tasted familiar.

“Why does her pussy taste so familiar?” he wondered. “Oh my god! My mom’s pussy tastes just like Liz’s! And her breasts feel like Liz’s, too! Why do I keep thinking about how similar they are?”

But then all similarities between his mom and Liz ended in a flash when he heard his mother say, “Oh, yeah! That feels good. Keep licking me like that.”

Other than moans and screams, Liz never spoke a word.

Hearing his mother respond to his touches took Patrick to a whole other place in his mind that didn’t have Liz in it at all.

“Oh, honey, that’s good, but where’s your cock? I want to taste it. Put it in my mouth,” Beth said as she sat up and rolled Patrick over on his back.

Beth didn’t 69 Patrick like Liz would have, though.

Instead, she lay her head on his stomach and gently massaged her son's balls as she lovingly sucked his cock, like she often did with Matt.

After a while, Beth stopped, sat up on her knees and slowly jerked Patrick’s cock up and down while she looked directly at his face.

What she said next was 100% for Brody’s entertainment and to keep him from getting involved and hurting her son, as Brody had threatened.

“Patrick? What are you doing here? Naked and in my bed? Naughty boy!” Beth said as she kept stroking his penis while lying down alongside him.

“Are you going to fuck me, Patrick? With this hard cock? I want you to. Fuck me and make mommy cum!” Beth yelled out passionately to her son.

“Time for the main event! Get on top and fuck your mom!” Brody ordered.

Several hours later, Dean was staying perfectly still and on top of Beth with his hard cock deep in her pussy.

Everyone else was downstairs.

“That was pretty fucked up,” he told her before French kissing her.

Beth made sure to suck on Dean’s tongue like he liked when they kissed before answering, “Yes. Brody seemed especially happy, too.”

“Yeah. Must be his thing,” Dean said as he started to thrust himself back and forth inside her.

“How did it feel? How did it feel to suck your son’s cock until he came in your mouth and you swallowed his whole load? Did you like it?” Dean asked.

“No!” she answered.

“Did you like the taste? Can you still taste it?” Dean asked her.

“No, and yes,” Beth answered, knowing that he loved tormenting her like this.

“Your son came in your non-birth-controlled pussy. You need to take a pregnancy test this week when we’re all here. I bet he made you pregnant. Again! Did you see his face when we told him that he might have gotten you pregnant? Hysterical!” Dean said as he fucked her harder.

“Try not to laugh when your beloved son asks you if you’re on birth control in the next few days.”

“I hate you…so so much,” Beth said quietly and in total despair.

“I know. Today was so much fun! And Brody had a blast today. He told me later that your face when Patrick put his cock in your ass while you were riding on top of Eddie was the best thing he had ever seen in his life. So, congrats on that. And, holy shit, Patrick fucked your ass really hard for someone that said he didn’t want to, and it took him FOREVER to cum. What do you think about that? Did you like it? You seemed to enjoy it. He did,” Dean said with a grin as he kissed her again.

“You told him that you were going to hurt me if he didn’t fuck my ass!” Beth yelled as she tried to counter Dean’s narrative, but then just started to cry in frustration as everything replayed in her head while Dean deposited his third cumload for the day inside her.

“Have fun looking each other in the eyes from now on,” Dean cruelly said to her after he got up and got dressed.

After she heard the three boys leave, Beth curled up into a ball under her blankets on her bed and cried herself to sleep.

It wasn’t until 5:00 PM that Patrick finally had the courage to check on his mom.

“Mom? You awake? You ok?” he said like he was expecting the worst.

Beth woke up and sighed when she realized that she had to continue the playact that she started this morning.

“Yes. I don’t know why I fell asleep, though. Is it nighttime already? Wow!” she asked, pretending that she was surprised.

“Yeah, maybe you took too many meds like last time you slept a long time?” Patrick asked, hoping she would accept that idea.

“That sounds right,” Beth said as she remembered that horrible day, too. “I’m going to take a shower and try to wake up. Your father will be home soon. Could you please start dinner for me? Let’s have something easy like spaghetti.

“Ok, Mom. Will do,” Patrick said as he hastily went back downstairs.

Before getting into the shower, Beth stared at her face in the mirror.

“A whole different nightmare happened today. Even if I end the blackmail tomorrow, today is not ever going away,” she thought to herself.

But she managed to pretend that nothing unusual happened today and just accepted it when Patrick lied and told his parents about his day at school during dinner.

Beth couldn’t fall asleep without medication and wondered if she’d ever be able to anymore. All she saw now when she closed her eyes was Patrick’s confused, sad and yet lustful face as he orgasmed inside her today.

Wednesday, Blackmail Day 74

This morning’s text from Brody just read, “30 minutes, mommy.”

Beth signed.

She had hoped that Brody had gotten enough yesterday, but she soon found out that it had only made him even crazier with his age-play fetish.

He had Beth bottle-feed him as usual, but this time he told her to speak to him as if he were a baby and to call him Patrick constantly.

The other change was that Brody told Beth to punish him for wetting his diaper without permission.

He lay face down on her lap and told her to spank him.

Beth enjoyed striking Brody as hard as she could on his ass, but when he sat up, she found that while she was spanking him, he had ejaculated all over her dress.

Then, without a word, he got dressed and left.

Brody was just a distraction, anyway.

What was occupying Beth’s mind all day was what would happen tomorrow.

It was a holiday, so Patrick had the day off from school.

It was also the day “Liz” had promised to fulfill all of Patrick’s perverse sexual fantasies.

She had hoped that Chris would have the day off too, and that she could use that excuse to delay whatever they had in store for her. However, not only was Chris working, but he also told them both that he would be very late getting home.

At 9:00 PM, she got the text from Dean that she had been dreading, “Dress like a whore the same way you did on Monday. Come to my house as soon as hubby leaves for work. Tell Patrick that you’re going grocery shopping. He’s going to tell you that he’s spending the day at Matt’s house and won’t be home when you get back. Tell him no problem and to have fun. :)”

“God-damn-it!” Beth said out loud to no one.

Thursday, Blackmail Day 75

Beth spent the early morning working out in her gym.

She had fallen behind in doing squats and didn’t want Eddie or Dean to punish her for it.

Weeks ago, Dean told her to text him a picture of the numbers on the squat machine display every morning.

Later in the morning, when Beth got to Dean’s house, Dean’s car wasn’t there, but Eddie was in the driveway waiting for her.

She was wearing a long leather jacket that kept her whorish dressed body fully covered.

With her back to the road, he had her stand in front of him, take off her jacket, and drape it over her shoulders.

Then he kneeled down and attached the leather thigh and wrist cuffs that the boys had made her wear for them once before.

Once each of her wrists was attached to a thigh, he helped her into the backseat of his car so that she was sitting in an upright position.

He put a blindfold on her so she couldn’t see and then drove away to an unknown location.

Patrick texted Dean after his mother left, like he had been told and waited for Dean to pick him up.

As they were driving, Dean had Patrick put on a blindfold and only told him that Liz was waiting for him at Eddie’s grandfather’s house, and it would be about an hour before they got there.

Dean explained that Eddie’s grandfather, “Pops,” wouldn’t be there until later in the afternoon, so Patrick had a nice isolated place to enjoy himself with Liz all day.

“Just so you know, Pops is going to want to fuck her too before we leave,” Dean said.

“No problem,” Patrick replied.

Beth started to get increasingly nervous the longer it took them to reach their destination.

The feel of the bumps on the road and then the sound of the gravel under the tires sounded too familiar.

Eddie got her out of the car and took the blindfold off her.

When Beth saw Pop’s farmhouse, she would have fallen to the ground from a panic attack if Eddie hadn’t kept her up on her feet.

“No, you’re not going in the house this time cunt. Pops only said we could use his barn. He’ll be home in a few hours to say hello, though,” Eddie said as he directed her across the yard and through the open doors of a barn in need of repairs.

“No, Eddie…please! I can’t do this again….it tore me up the last time. I went to the ER. It will kill me a second time. Please…..not a horse again,” Beth pleaded.

“I will only tell you this so that you can shut the fuck up. No horse. I tried, but it just wasn’t possible in the time I had. Next time, for sure, though,” Eddie said.

In the barn was an old mattress covered with blankets that Beth assumed would be where her multiple rapes and other atrocities would happen to her today.

“We can unlock these for now,” Eddie said as he unclipped the shackles that kept her wrists bound to her thighs. “I only used them to keep you from freaking out if you figured out where we were going.”

He had her put on the black eye mask that she wore at Dean’s Halloween party and gave her one of the latest ecstasy pills that Dean had just gotten from Ross, his drug dealer.

Then he took one himself.

Ross had told them that these were more “synthetic” and would fuck you up even more and for a longer time than the last batch.

“Do some of that fucking yoga shit while we’re waiting. I want to see you stretch everything the fuck out while you’re wearing that slutty outfit,” Eddie ordered her.

“Can I take my heels off, Eddie? I can’t…” Beth started to say.

Eddie cut her off with a loud, “No, cunt. Keep your slutty heels on!”

It was a beautiful and unusually hot November day, and despite being barely clothed, Beth felt herself start to sweat from doing her stretches in the sunlight streaming in through the open barn doors.

“I can’t believe a smoking hot body like that and you’re just a mom. Your legs are so thin but toned. That fucking ass is perfect. And those big fat tits…fuck! You should be doing porn and getting fucked by a hundred guys a week until your pussy looks like a few M80s went off inside it,” Eddie said, making himself laugh.

Eddie picked up a pitchfork off the ground and pressed the tips of all four tines into the skin under the curves of Beth’s breasts just below her bikini top.

Her long gold necklaces fell around the dirty metal and glittered in the sunlight.

“I would so like to stab these huge fucking tits with this,” he threatened Beth as she tried to stay perfectly still and not upset Eddie.

“Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll take you back here someday. Have a horse rip open your whore pussy and stab these big fucking tits until there’s nothing left. Then bury your body in a field or an old well. I’d fucking love to do that. Dean’s going to get sick of you someday, and then I’m going to fucking end you, cunt,” Eddie was speaking slowly, clearly and just inches from her face.

Beth was praying that it was only the drugs that were making him talk like that, but she didn’t think it was.

Just then, Dean and Patrick drove up to the barn, and Eddie turned around to greet them.

Beth should have been petrified by what just happened, but by then, the drugs were kicking in, and Beth was only feeling relaxed, and her vision was blurry.

When Patrick got out of the car, he immediately went over to Liz and hugged and kissed her like they were two lovers who hadn’t seen each other in months.

Dean had given him some pills before they got there, and, like Beth, he was already feeling pretty wild and crazy, and his cock was as hard as iron.

When he whispered into Beth’s ear that he loved and missed her so much, Beth’s heart broke as she realized how badly Patrick’s state of mind was concerning “Liz”.

But all thoughts of pity went away when Patrick’s hand slid down and under the front of her thong and started rubbing her bare pussy.

Just wanting this day to end quickly, Beth started to strip her son of his clothes.

Since she was on her knees after pulling down his pants and underwear, his hard cock whipped down and slapped her face.

She put it in her mouth.

“No. My balls first. You texted me that you were dreaming about sucking my balls,” Patrick told her as he grabbed her long blonde hair.

The 5” long cone-shaped ponytail clip at the top of Beth’s head made her hair come up to Patrick’s chin despite her being on her knees.

After his balls were covered with her spit, Patrick told his mother to lie down on the blankets and spread her legs as he positioned himself on top of her.

That was when Eddie dumped the contents of a box he had retrieved from the truck of his car onto the blankets.

Next to Patrick, there was now two large and evil looking dragon dildos, three tasers, a bottle of anal lube, handcuffs, two empty long-neck beer bottles, six hard steel balls connected by a long string, a vibrator, a gag that would fill her mouth with a 5” long dildo, a whole bottle of tequila, long pieces of rope, a bowie knife, and a long strap of leather.

“We’ll leave you two love birds alone for a while. Eddie and I will get the rest of the gear ready for today. Patrick, don’t fist her ass until later. We want it tight enough to hold everything we’re going to pump up in there,” Dean said.

Beth felt relieved when she heard “don’t fist her ass”, but Patrick started slapping her face, so she didn’t hear the rest of what Dean had said.

Pops only let Eddie and Dean use his barn if they did a few chores to earn it, and it was almost three hours before they got back to the barn.

They both laughed when they saw Patrick fucking Beth as hard now as when they left them.

Probably even harder.

Except for her high heels, Beth was naked, with the cut and ripped pieces of her bikini all over the floor around them.

She was lying on her arms that were tied behind her back while bent at the waist, with each leg on either side of her face.

Ropes were tied to each of her ankles and then tied to the wheel of an old tractor close to her head.

The gag that was in her mouth had the head of a 5” dildo constantly at the entrance of her throat, and the string that was hanging out of her asshole told them that Patrick had inserted all of the large steel anal balls inside her.

Half the tequila was gone, and all of the other items on the blankets were not where Eddie had left them.

Many were shiny because of the lube, and most had pieces of hay sticking to them.

There were whip marks all up and down Beth’s legs that they could see, and they correctly assumed that they also covered the rest of Beth’s body.

They were both drenched in sweat as Patrick was literally lifting himself above Beth’s body until his cockhead was just in her pussy and then throwing his body down on top of her until he was balls deep inside her.

It was surprising how much noise Beth was making from the agony she was in as he did this, despite how well gagged she was.

Her shoulders looked odd, like they were on the verge of being dislocated, and her legs were so badly bent it looked like she was folded in half at the waist.

Eddie and Dean couldn’t tell if he was fucking her like this for his pleasure or to see how much pain he could inflict upon her.

Either way, both young men were impressed by the teen’s determination to fuck his sexual obsession into the ground.

“Guys, watch this. Something Liz asked me to do for her in her last text,” Patrick said as he kneeled in front of his mother’s spread out pussy.

Dean was trying to remember what his last text to Patrick was, but he couldn’t remember it being a sexual act.

When Eddie started laughing, he looked at his friend and saw him point to himself to indicate that it was he who texted Patrick last.

Dean smiled as he wondered what fucked up thing Patrick was going to unknowingly do to his loving mom.

Patrick slowly started to put two fingers in her sopping wet pussy.

Then three, and then quickly four, before trying to force his thumb inside her as well.

Bound as she was, Beth could only futilely pound the back of her head into the mattress as she endured the physical and mental agony of her son putting his whole hand up to his wrist in her already severely abused pussy.

After working his fist in all directions in her pussy, Patrick pulled his hand out slightly so that his wrist was free and Beth’s pussy lips were spread out to the breaking point around the base of his thumb and pinky finger.

Then Dean’s eyes went wide in disbelief while Eddie thought he was going to have a heart attack from laughing so hard as Patrick moved his body forward and slid his stiff cock into the small, stretched opening of Beth’s pussy over his palm.

Once it was inside her, Patrick wrapped his fingers around his cock and started jerking himself off while his hand was still in his Mom’s pussy.

“Oh shit! Oh fuck!” Patrick repeatedly said as he felt himself getting closer to an orgasm.

It was another five minutes before Patrick let out a loud yell and collapsed on top of her as his cum shot into his “Liz’s” pussy.

“Fuck! That was so damn good!” he yelled as he rolled off her.

“I bet. I hope you didn’t fuck her to death,” Dean said as he was laughing while cutting Beth’s legs free.

While Eddie rolled her over on her side and untied her wrists, he said, “Fuck her to death. That’s a challenge I’d like to take. Think we could get some bets on that and make some money?”

“You know, I don’t know if it’s this awesome old barn or the beautiful hot day, but that does sound kind of interesting. Might make for a good New Year's Eve party,” Dean admitted with a smile before shaking his head no as his friend got all excited thinking it might actually happen.

“Fuck you, man. Don’t tease me like that,” Eddie said, laughing.

“I am riding so fucking high right now. It’s fantastic! Give me another one and give one to the kid, too,” Dean said.

“What about the cunt?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah, she’ll probably need one after all that. Did you use all three tasers on her?” Dean asked Patrick.

“Fuck yeah! Pressed it right up against her clit as she texted me to do. She went fucking crazy. But it was even better when I pressed one into each of her tits and did it at the same time. That was my idea. She pissed herself! She’s so fucking amazing! I love her.” Patrick said as he was lying on some hay, as he swallowed another pill with some tequila.

Beth was starting to move her body more at this point and had managed to get her hands behind her head as she desperately tried to unbuckle the gag.

All three guys burst into laughter when they saw the long black dildo that had been at the very entrance of her throat the whole time, come out of her mouth, all covered in spit.

“Patrick, are you going to pull those balls out of her ass or are you leaving them in there?” Dean asked him.

“Oh shit, I forgot. I can’t even stand, though. You guys can do it,” Patrick said while he was laughing. “The first three steel balls went in pretty easily. The fourth was a struggle, but the fifth I had to punch it in. It was cool hearing the metal bang against each other. Liz started screaming through her gag, and her legs started shaking like crazy. It was awesome. And then I could feel the bumps from them while I was fucking her pussy.”

“Fuck-Toy can take it out when she has her strength back. That will be fun to see,” Dean said.

“Nope, I want to do it. Wake the fuck up, slut!” Eddie roared as he pulled all five balls out of Beth’s ass with one tug.

As each ball left her ass, it stretched her anal ring way out before snapping back, only to be stretched out wide again as the next ball passed through.

This rapid-fire sensation on her anus and the large size of the balls made Beth feel like she was taking the fastest and largest shit she ever had, and that, combined with all the sex and drugs, gave Beth an orgasm that left her lying on her side and shaking uncontrollably.

“Look at that fucking slut!” Eddie said.

“Again. I can’t believe you just had an orgasm from that. You always give us the unexpected, and it's incredible every time,” Dean said as he smiled and announced that it was time for lunch.

They all left Beth passed out in the barn while they went into the house to get something to eat.

It was a little while later when they went back out to the barn.

Beth hadn’t moved, and she only moaned pitifully when she saw them all standing around her.

However, Patrick misunderstood what her moan meant and said, “Listen to her! Just my being close to her makes her moan!”

“Yeah, obviously. She doesn’t do that for anyone else, dude,” Dean said to deepen the illusion Patrick was living in.

“You should probably fuck her ass again before we get started,” Dean suggested to Patrick.

“Fuck yeah!” he replied as he rolled her off her side and onto her stomach before straddling her legs and fucking her ass in the prone position.

Eddie brought in a water pump and another box with dials on top, while Dean brought in a large plastic tub filled with bottles of different liquids.

Patrick didn’t take too long before he came into Beth’s ass, and after he got off her body, Dean and Patrick put the thigh and ankle cuffs back on Beth.

Dean then put the O-ring gag in her mouth, which opened her jaw as wide as it could go.

“I want to see your long blonde hair whip around when we start the next activity,” Dean said as he smiled at Beth, who just looked at him uncomprehendingly.

“Yeah, what are we going to do to her, again? I forget,” Patrick asked.

“I’m combining two things I saw in a few porn movies. First, this is going up her ass. Think you can do that? Don’t use any lube. Just spit on it if you have to. We want it to really have a tight seal,” Dean said as he showed Patrick a huge black rubber butt-plug with a tube coming out of the base.

“Sure!” Patrick said.

It took about a minute of constant pushing and twisting, and Patrick did have to spit on it a few times before it spread Beth’s asshole enough to pop in.

At first, Beth jerked her body back and forth in a vain attempt to avoid what was being done to her, but eventually she just stayed still and looked up at the ceiling of the barn.

It helped that the drugs made it look like everything in the barn was spinning around while she was floating on air.

Dean opened an air valve on the base of the butt-plug and then clamped the tube to the pump.

“So pour whatever you want into the top container and let's see if this works,” Dean said to Patrick.

Patrick picked a bottle of castor oil and started pouring.

“There’s another valve in the plug that lets fluid pass through but not come back out,” Dean said.

All three guys watched the green/yellow fluid get pumped out and work its way down the tube towards the butt-plug in Beth’s ass.

Once the tube was free of air, Dean closed the valve by the base, and they all stood back and watched Beth’s reaction to what was happening to her.

At first, Beth didn’t respond, but her head started moving side to side as her drugged mind tried to comprehend what she was feeling in her bowels.

To the castor oil in the top container, they added more fluid.

Patrick poured in some apple cider vinegar as Eddie added a fistful of rock salt and an almost full pot of coffee that Pop’s made earlier in the morning.

Then Dean poured in a large bottle of hot sauce, tequila, the other half of the bottle of motor oil that Beth had drunk from the lude at the Halloween party, and mixed it all around while the pump continued to push it all slowly into Beth’s ass.

Eventually, there were almost two gallons’ worth of empty containers on the ground around the pump.

The boys all assumed it was either the rock salt or the hot sauce or both that caused Beth to suddenly start thrashing her bound body around and screaming at the top of her lungs.

Because of the way Beth was bound, she had no leverage to move and could only undulate her body while lying on her back.

Which they all thought was both sexy as hell and also hysterical.

Dean turned the pump off when the last of the fluid left the tube and entered her ass.

Patrick had dropped to the ground and was rubbing his hands over his mother’s stomach, and kept saying, “Holy shit, look at that bulge! She looks pregnant! There’s so much inside her colon that her stomach is swollen. That’s fucking awesome!”

Beth was lying still on her back with her mouth wide open as she was desperately trying but failing to move her bound hands down to take the plug out of her ass.

“Please! Patrick, stop! I’m your mother! Help me!” she cried out, but the O-ring gag made it hard to hear her clearly.

Dean understood though and quickly looked at Patrick to see if there was any recognition that he had heard his mother’s voice, but Patrick never noticed.

He was still rubbing the bulge in her belly like he was rubbing Aladdin’s lamp and was waiting for the Genie to appear.

Dean bent over Beth and ensured that her mask was still tightly wrapped around her head.

“Ok. You’re next, Eddie,” Dean said.

Eddie walked towards Beth with three wires in his hand.

At the end of each wire was a large alligator clip.

Unlike the clips the boys had used on her in the past, these had the traditional metal teeth that dug into her flesh after Eddie clipped one on each of her nipples.

The third, he clipped directly onto Beth’s clit after he had Patrick spread her pussy lips apart with his fingers.

Luckily for Beth, she was almost beyond feeling any pain at this point and barely moved after each clip was cruelly attached to her body.

However, any hope that she wouldn’t feel what came next was premature, because the three wires were attached to a switch, which was plugged into an electrical jack on the wall.

The switch had a dial that went from 1 to 10.

All the boys had to do was move the dial to a number and then click the switch to send a quick jolt of electricity into Beth’s body.

The higher the number, the more electricity was sent through Beth’s body.

“Pick a number between 1 and 7, Patrick,” Dean said.

“5,” he replied, not knowing what was going to happen.

Eddie turned the dial to 5, pressed the button, and the lifeless body of Beth almost lifted itself off the ground as it was hit with electricity on three of the most sensitive parts of any woman’s body.

Patrick yelled out another number, “7”

Then, “2”

“7”

“1”

“7”

“5”

“7”

Any thought of the pain and discomfort from the 1st part of her forced enema was gone from Beth’s mind.

It felt like her nipples and clit were on fire!

Dean held up his hand and said, “9”.

Beth screamed, her body spasmed, and a stream of piss shot out of her pussy.

“9”

“9”

“Liz, do you want me to go to ten? Shake your head yes or no,” Dean asked her.

Beth was barely able to move her head to say, “No.”

“Ok, then. It’s time for you to do what you promised to Patrick. Do you want him to shit in your mouth?”

In an amazing moment of defiance, Beth shook her head, “No.”

She was hoping that Patrick would take pity on her and say that he wouldn't if Liz didn’t want him to.

Unfortunately, Patrick wasn’t paying attention and was taking off his underwear.

“9”

“9”

“9”

Eddie was in heaven as he heard the clicks from turning the knob back to 1 and then back to 9.

“How about now, or do we go to ten?” Dean asked.

Beth managed to barely move her head enough to signal, “Yes.”

They gave Beth several minutes to rest and try to mentally prepare herself.

“So, what do I do?” Patrick asked.

“Dude, are you fucking stupid? Sit on her face, keep your asshole over her open mouth and take a fucking shit!” Eddie said.

As Patrick positioned himself over his mother’s face with her blonde hair spread out like a blanket in front of him, he said, “Oh, Liz, baby. Every since you texted me to do this. It’s all I’ve been thinking about. I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time. I had to take a shit yesterday, but didn’t. I’ve been holding it in for you!”

Dean and Eddie looked at each other and started laughing when they heard that, and also in perverted anticipation of what was going to happen.

There was no farting or straining on Patrick’s part.

Just a sudden long tube of brown shit that came out of his ass and shot directly into his mother’s forced-open mouth,

In seconds, Beth's mouth was full of the soft and rancid muck, and she had no choice but to swallow it as fast as she could because more was coming fast.

Despite almost swallowing it as soon as it entered her mouth, it was too much, and Patrick’s shit started covering her chin and came close to cutting off the airways of her nose, which were letting her breathe.

Patrick lost his balance and caught himself with his hands on the floor and Beth’s long blonde hair.

This moved his ass forward, and his shit logs started to fall on her eyes and forehead, but he caught his balance and started shitting the last he had into her mouth.

“FUUUCK! That was awesome. Now, what do I do?” Patrick asked as he was on all fours with his ass over Beth’s face.

“Use the cunt’s hair as toilet paper,” Eddie suggested, which is what Patrick did.

Eddie and Dean both stood and looked down at the physical wreck that was Beth Stone.

This beautiful, sweet woman, who had never hurt a soul in her life, was now lying bound below them with her own son’s shit covering her face as she continued to try to chew and swallow whatever waste he had dropped into her mouth.

“Do you have to take a shit?” Dean asked Eddie.

“No, I’m not going near that mess, but I do have to piss,” he replied.

Just before both boys started to piss on Beth, Dean said, “Hey, Fuck-Toy. Let us help you clean off your face.”

Both boys pissed over her face and then all over her body.

This caused the eye holes in her mask, which Beth was wearing, to create a pool of urine and shit over each of her closed eyes.

“Open your eyes, cunt,” Eddie demanded.

Beth was so focused on swallowing the human waste in her mouth that she didn’t hear him.

“Cunt! Open your fucking eyes!” Eddie yelled before he kicked Beth between her spread legs and directly on her pussy.

At that, Beth’s eyes flew open, which bathed her eyeballs in a urine and shit sludge.

Desperate to clear her vision, she whipped her head back and forth, but when that didn’t work, she just kept her eyes closed and continued to swallow whatever urine and shit was left in her mouth.

Then they handed Patrick the electric dial and told him that “Liz” wants him to set it to “10” and click the button.

He, of course, clicked the button immediately, and Beth’s body momentarily lifted itself off the floor because she was shocked so badly.

“Click”

“Click”

“Click”

“Shit! Stop! Stop! Do I see smoke coming off her nipples? Fuck, I do! That’s it. No more,” Dean said, sounding concerned about anything for the first time today.

Despite being covered in piss and shit, Beth’s eyes were wide open, but she wasn’t moving.

It was clear to anyone that she was in a state of shock.

But the boys didn’t care.

Dean unclipped her wrists from her thighs, but Beth didn’t move her arms at all.

She just lay on her back and stared at the ceiling.

Her belly was so swollen that it looked like she was 6 months pregnant.

Eddie roughly tugged the alligator clips from her body, and then they all lifted her up and placed her into an empty, large galvanized metal trough that had been used to hold water for the horses on the farm.

They positioned the once beautiful blonde so that she was on her back, and then they lifted her legs up so she was lying on her shoulders with her ass over her still shit-covered face.

Incredibly, Beth still had both high heels on.

“Hang on. If this works, this video will be fucking award-winning!” Dean said as he walked around to capture the scene on his phone.

“Patrick, pull out the butt-plug as fast as you can and step back,” Eddie told him.

Dean had taken many pictures and videos of what went on today, but this, he thought, could end up being the best one of all.

Beth was in a metal tub with her ass up in the air while her son Patrick, naked with his hard cock bouncing around as he moved, reached over and pulled a butt-plug out of his mother’s ass.

Maybe it was how Beth was now positioned that caused such extreme pressure in her bowels, but Patrick barely touched the plug before it shot out so far into the air that it ricocheted off one of the barn's support beams many feet above them.

A geyser made up of a mix of black, gray and green oily fluid shot out of Beth’s ass and high into the air before falling down like clumpy rain over her already shit-stained face and body.

Her mouth was wide open because of the o-ring gag, and she was instinctively swallowing whatever filled her mouth to help her breathe.

It was absolutely perfect, and all three boys were in hysterics long after the waterworks stopped and Beth collapsed unconscious into the tub.



Eddie took a rag and used it to protect his hand as he grabbed some of Beth’s hair and moved her into a sitting position while taking off her gag.

Then he used a hose to wash Beth clean, while Dean removed the plugs at the bottom of the tub to let the filthy water out.

The water was from a well, and it was freezing, but Beth barely responded.

All three boys soaped up her body, rinsed her off and then did it again until she was clean.

Beth still never reacted to anything that was done to her at that point.

It was like her mind had shut itself off from reality.

“Shit. Eddie, she’s freezing. Can we bring her into the house for a while to warm her up?” Dean asked.

“Pops said that she doesn’t go in the house if he’s not there. Let's put her in my car with the heat on,” Eddie suggested.

And that’s what they did.

Dean replaced her dirty mask with a new one after wiping her face with a soapy towel and left her alone while they cleaned up the barn.

Later, it was after 3:00 PM, and Beth was still sleeping.

Dean was getting worried that they wouldn’t get her back in time before her husband got home, but then he heard Patrick mention, as he was talking to Eddie, that his father was working late today, so Dean relaxed about that.

But when Patrick told them that his father was going away for two weeks, Dean’s cock got so hard thinking about that much alone time he was going to have with Beth, he thought it was going to explode.

That’s when he realized that he hadn’t fucked Beth yet today.

So he got into the car and fucked her hard, making sure not to get too close to her shit-eating mouth.

He finished quickly and was then replaced with Eddie, who also finished fast.

When Pops drove up in his truck and beeped a few times to say hello to the boys, Beth woke up and sat up in the backseat of the car.

Her ass hurt like it had never hurt before.

Not even after getting fisted by her son or all the multiple anal gang-rapes she had endured.

She looked down between her legs and fully expected to see nothing but torn and burned flesh, but everything looked fine.

She gently reached down between her legs and touched her asshole, and her hand jumped back from the pain despite it being so slick with remnants of oil.

Her mask was dry, but it was loose, so she adjusted it tightly on her face.

“What did those boys, what did my son, do to me?” she thought, but she knew.

All the horrible memories of the day filled her mind, and she started crying.

How could my baby boy do all those things to me or to anyone?

Beth couldn’t stop remembering how he tied her, whipped her, and beat her without mercy.

What he did to her with the dragon dildos at the very beginning should have been a good warning for how extreme her son was going to treat her, but after each act, Beth thought that it couldn’t get any worse, but she was wrong.

So very wrong.

Since they were alone in the barn, Beth tried to push her son's hands away to keep him from hurting her, but that only made him handcuff her wrists behind her back.

Her shoulders felt like they were dislocated from lying on her arms while he was doing all those horrible things to her before fucking her, but it was nothing compared to how badly her hips felt right now.

Patrick had bent her legs far beyond anything she had dared to try during yoga, and Beth heard an audible pop from her hips several times as he fell on top of her while fucking her.

And that horrid gag!

The dildo in her mouth was just long enough to enter her throat and made her feel like she was constantly gagging for hours!

Then her mind filled with scattered and fragmented memories of the forced enema and what Patrick did to her shortly after.

She cried in hysterics for a long time until Dean opened the car door and helped her step out and into the house.

Beth was pleading for pain meds and kept saying that she was dying.

Dean didn’t have any, but Pops did.

Pops gave her a few Percocet and told Beth to lie down in bed and wait for him while he talked to the boys.

While he did that, Dean gave Patrick another pill and told him to wait in his car.

“We might have gone too far with her today, Pops,” Eddie admitted as he stopped Beth from walking away to take off her mask and rewash her face with a soapy towel for his grandfather’s benefit.

Since Patrick was out of sight, Beth didn’t have to wear a mask.

“Might have gone too far? I know she likes to do crazy shit, but son, you forced rock salt and hot sauce up the poor woman’s ass. What did you think was going to happen? I do like the electric shock idea, though. I wish I were there for that,” Pops said as he stood up and made his way behind Beth, walking towards the downstairs bedroom.

“I wouldn’t kiss her, Pops! Patrick took a shit in her mouth!” Eddie cautioned his grandfather.

“WHAT THE FUCK? WHO THAT FUCK DOES THAT?” Pops said, sounding distraught, but the boys heard him laughing a few seconds later.

As expected, Patrick was already asleep in the backseat.

“Eddie, we have to get Beth home before Patrick. I want it so Patrick comes home and sees his mom and doesn’t think he was banging her all day. God! That sounds so…fucking weird,” Dean said with a laugh. “I can kill a few hours at work and leave him in my car. When do you think Pops will be done?”

“He’s been quick in the past. Although he can suck on her tits for an hour and not get bored. He really loves her tits. Calls them torpedoes!” Eddie said with a laugh.

Dean drove Patrick to his work as he planned, and later, after Eddie texted him that Beth was in her own car and on her way home, Dean waited an hour and drove the now-awake Patrick home.

Since Patrick had destroyed her bikini by cutting it off her with a knife, the only thing she had to wear on the ride home with Eddie was an old flannel shirt that Pops gave her and her ridiculously high heels.

Eddie, of course, made her give him a blowjob for most of the ride to Dean’s house.

But she had a change of clothes in her car, and after getting dressed, she threw the shit and oil-stained heels and Pop’s shirt out the window on a side street as she drove home.

Once home, Beth did what she had done before and made it look like she had been home all day, with dinner cooking by the time Patrick arrived.

Despite the pain meds that Pops gave her and more that she took when she got home, she was in agony.

Her nipples and clit felt like they had been cut off, and her ass felt only slightly less bad than when she woke up in the car.

But she was able to move around and pretend to be a good wife and mother until it was time for bed.

Beth had brushed her teeth a hundred times since she got home, but still couldn’t get the taste of Patrick’s shit out of her mouth.

And it was almost seven days later before she had a normal bowel movement.

Chris asked her for sex that night, but Beth didn’t have any sexual part of her body to offer him that wasn’t in pain, so she said no.

Even her jaw felt broken from that horrible gag.

Beth didn’t remember falling asleep.

She had taken multiple sleeping pills and was unconscious as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Friday, Blackmail Day 76

Noises woke Beth up in her bedroom.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Dean looking at her as he was sitting in her make-up chair.

As she rolled over, she saw Eddie and Brody standing at the foot of her bed.

Eddie was naked and covering his hard cock with petroleum jelly.

Beth was confused.

She was naked, but she was wearing pajamas when she went to bed the night before.

It was the boys undressing her that woke her up.

“Someone was sleepy. But I guess you earned it, Fuck-Toy. Good afternoon.” Dean said as he got up and sat on the bed next to her.

He bent down like he was about to kiss her on the lips and then quickly pulled back and said, “Maybe I’ll wait a few days before kissing you. I mean, you had a mouth full of your son’s shit. Do you want to see?” he asked her as he put his phone up to her face where she could clearly see a video of her chewing and swallowing a huge brown load of shit in her mouth.

“This is fucking unreal. Last night, I posted this on a site that streams a wide range of bizarre and disturbing videos. 900K views already, and it’s only been a few hours. You’re a shit-eating internet star, Fuck-Toy,” Dean taunted her.

“And before you start crying about it, no one can see either yours or Patrick’s face.”

“How’s your ass feeling today, cunt?” Eddie asked her as he grabbed her legs, which had a red rope burn around each ankle, and rolled her over onto her stomach.”

“No! Please no! Please fuck my pussy, Eddie. I can’t…” Beth pleaded, but Eddie just spread her ass cheeks and forced his 9” cock into her asshole.

By Beth’s deafening screams, the boys knew that the tissue that lined her anal canal was still irritated and inflamed by the salt and everything else from yesterday.

It didn’t feel any better for Beth after Brody fucked her ass immediately after Eddie.

Or when Dean followed Brody.

After Dean rolled off her, Eddie grabbed her by her long blonde hair and dragged her off the bed and into the bathroom.

He had her standing in front of the full-length mirror where Beth could see all the whip and bite marks from Patrick that would be covering her body for the next few days.

Dean was at her side, and he lifted up one of her large breasts from the bottom and examined her nipple like he was inspecting the condition of livestock.

“Nipple looks extremely bruised. I can easily see the teeth marks from the clips! Probably burned from electricity, too. Skin is all gritty like dried blood, but otherwise, it should still work. Does it?” Dean asked as he pinched her nipple and twisted it hard.

After Beth screamed and tried to twist her body away, he said, “Nipple still works.”

“Now do this,” He said as he handed her a pregnancy test kit.

After Beth urinated on the stick, she was shoved onto the bed, where she just looked, with no emotion, at the ceiling and waited to hear the results.

“I knew it. She’s a fucking whore,” she heard Eddie say.

“Child number three is in the oven, Fuck-Toy. You’re going to hang on to this one, though. Until I tell you otherwise,” Dean told her.

“Yes, Dean,” Beth said without moving, knowing there was no point in arguing.

Hopefully, in a few weeks, the boys would be gone, and she’d be able to have another abortion.

“This is your task for today. Get yourself an entire body wax. Except for the hair on your head and your eyebrows, I don’t want any other hair on your body. Have this done every 2 weeks until I say not to. Got it, Fuck-Toy?” Dean told her.

“Yes, Dean. Anything you want,” she replied.

“Have a good weekend,” Dean said with a smirk as he started to leave.

“I’m staying. I want another go with her since I missed yesterday,” Brody said.

“Sounds good, dude,” Dean said as he and Eddie left.

“I want to suck on these pregnant tits for a while, and then you’re going to suck me off to get rid of this hard-on I have,” Brody instructed her.

Beth knew why he had a hard-on.

The thought of her being pregnant and eventually lactating must be driving him wild.

It was over an hour before Brody left, and the blowjob at the end was only a few minutes long.

The rest of the time, Brody was sucking and biting on Beth’s already sore breasts while she slowly stroked his cock.

Before Brody had his suckfest with her, it was only her nipples that were bruised, but now all the skin around them was covered in hickeys and teeth marks.

She hoped that Chris wouldn’t notice and made an appointment for a full-body wax shortly after Brody left.

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“Come on! It’s no big deal,” Mack told Emily as he tried to convince her to agree to his idea.

He and Emily were at his apartment so he could change before taking her to a party tonight.

“I am not having sex with someone as a reward for getting a touchdown in Saturday’s game, Mack. No way!” Emily said sternly with an adorable pout on her face.

“Ok! Ok! It was just an idea. We really need to win, and I thought it would motivate a few guys to try even harder. There are a lot of guys on the team who are in love with you, you know,” Mack told her.

“Really? That doesn’t make you mad or jealous?” Emily asked.

“It’s all good. You’re gorgeous. Why wouldn’t they want to have sex with you? I do,” Mack said as he grabbed the little teenage blonde, slid his hands up her sweater and undid her bra before Emily knew what was happening.

“No! Not now. Maybe later, though,” she promised as she fixed her clothes.

Mack laughed at that because he knew that “maybe” wasn’t an option.

It definitely was.

The only unknown was how many guys were going to fuck her tonight after he got her wasted out of her mind.

The touchdown idea was just for fun.

Saturday, Blackmail Day 77

Beth got an early morning text from Matt that made her smile and temporarily forget all of her troubles, “I have the house to myself until Tuesday, and I just cleaned and filled the hot tub if you want to come over and relax. The hot tub is located outside on the deck, but it can’t be seen from the neighbors' or the street, if that’s a concern for you. And Patrick thinks I’m with my parents.”

After checking that Patrick planned on playing games all day and Chris had a conference call at 3:00, Beth grabbed a bikini and spent the day curled up in Matt's arms, alternating between the hot tub and bed.

Matt saw all the bruises and whip marks all over her body, but didn’t want to upset Beth, so he didn’t say anything to her about it.

Beth felt mortified about that, as well as the body wax she had done the previous Friday afternoon. However, when Matt noticed immediately and was in awe at how smooth her skin was, she let herself imagine that she had done it for him, and that made her feel happy about it.

Emily woke up to her mother yelling at her about being out so late and sleeping all morning, along with: “You’re not a guest here! You need to clean the house. You can’t stay out so late with a boy either! What were you doing out until 2 AM anyway? You can’t do that again! You better not be having sex at your age, either!”

Emily didn’t answer.

Her head was pounding, and her body ached.

She didn’t think that she had too much to drink last night, but, like always lately, she had a hard time remembering anything after a certain point.

She vaguely remembered talking to the only other girls at the party.

They were two cheerleaders from the Senior class who were dating two of the guys on the football team.

Emily remembered that they did not like her for some reason.

Especially after she innocently asked them about joining the cheerleader squad after Mr. Adams put the idea in her mind.

He said that because Emily was so small she’d be a perfect “flyer” who gets tossed into the air.

Emily didn’t know the girls, but they knew of her.

They had heard about Emily’s reputation of being a “cum-dump” for the team and warned her to stay away from their boyfriends.

And after seeing how cute and adorable Emily looked and the fact that her breasts were larger than the two Senior girls put together, they hated her even more and wouldn’t talk to her.

They turned their backs on the confused petite blonde and never looked at her again for the rest of the night.

That didn’t bother any of the twelve guys who immediately surrounded Emily after they left her.

They kept giving her compliments and drinks while telling her how jealous they were that Mack got to date her.

Later, when Emily was unsteady on her feet, they asked her if she wanted to lie down on one of the beds upstairs.

Emily didn’t remember saying yes or no to that.

She only remembered strong hands helping her up the stairs and then waking up in Mack’s truck as they sat in Emily’s driveway.

“You had too much to drink again, baby. I thought you said that you’d take it easy tonight,” Mack said with fake concern in his voice.

“I’m sorry, Mack. I didn’t do anything silly, did I?” Emily asked, honestly worried that she might have made a fool of herself.

Especially not in front of those two Senior girls!

“No. You were perfect as always, baby. Let me walk you to the door,” Mack said.

Still feeling the effects of so much alcohol and a half dose of roofies, Emily was very unsteady on her feet as Mack held her arm and then kissed her goodnight like a perfect gentleman.

Once in his truck, Mack started reading texts that he had gotten from the team in the past few hours.

There were texts from 13 different guys, some with pictures of Emily in extreme sexual positions, and they were all thanking him for letting them gangbang the little blonde tonight.

Sunday, Blackmail Day 78

Beth told Chris that she wasn’t up to going to anyone’s house to watch the game today, and knowing that Patrick hated football, she suggested that Patrick go in her place.

Beth obviously couldn’t punish Patrick directly for what he’s done to her, but she wanted to make at least his life miserable.

She didn’t actually hate Patrick.

If it weren’t for her own actions, her son would still be the kind of boy he had always been.

No, it was all her fault, and she still loved him, but she also didn’t like him right now either.

Chris thought that was a good idea, and 10 minutes after they left, Beth spent the day at Matt’s house again.

This week, Bradley was hosting the football game cookout, and Emily was there babysitting Hunter.

It was only her third time actually watching the toddler, despite spending dozens of days at Mr. Adams’s house for that reason

Seeing Patrick was difficult for Emily, but since she knew that he wasn’t dating anyone, she decided to tease him a little to show him what he let slip away.

She was effective.

Patrick had a constant hard-on and was frustrated and miserable all day because of her.

When they were alone in a room with Hunter, Emily said that something was digging into her side and took her bra off while keeping her arms and hands under her T-shirt.

Seeing the curves of her breasts and her tiny, hard nipples under her thin, tight T-shirt almost made Patrick moan out loud.

She put her bra back on before joining the rest of the men in the other room, but not before pulling her yoga pants up into her ass-crack and then getting on her hands and knees and pretending to help Hunter pick up his toys.

She gave Patrick a perfect view of her hanging breasts and obvious camel toe.

And Emily was thrilled when she heard Mr. Adams sternly warning Patrick in the kitchen to stop bothering Emily, even though Patrick was trying to do his best at staying away from her.

When the game and then the party were over, Bradley made a point to bring Hunter with him when he took Emily home so her mom could see that Emily was indeed watching the boy.

Bradley also told her mom that it looked like he was going to ask Emily to stay late, but his ex-wife got home earlier than expected.

Since he was going to call Emily’s mom in the future and tell her that Emily needed to stay late, as he had done several times already over the past two months, he wanted her mother to feel that everything was normal when that happened.

Monday, Blackmail Day 79

As Chris was giving Beth a morning kiss goodbye, he told her that he had to take a quick trip to Georgia on Wednesday to prepare for his trip to China, but that he’d be back on Thursday morning and would take her out to lunch.

Beth groaned to herself and wondered how long before Dean would find all that out from Patrick.

Did they text each other all the time?

Or did “Liz”?

She couldn’t take Patrick’s phone away; Dean would just make her give it back.

Sure enough, Patrick texted Dean soon after his father told him about the trip and asked, “If my mother wasn’t home, could he send Liz over to stay the night with me?”

Dean texted back, “Sure, if your mom isn’t home. But how are you going to arrange that?”

Patrick texted, “I don’t know, but things like this always seem to work out, and I want to be ready if it does.”

“Sounds good, dude. Let me know!” Dean replied.

As Dean was texting Patrick, Eddie pulled into his driveway to drive them both to Beth’s house.

“Let me know. Ha! I’ll let you fucking know!” Dean laughed.

“Who’s that?” Eddie asked.

“Little boy Patrick. You know, I’m getting bored with the whole mother-son thing. It was fun. I know Brody lives for that shit, but I’m done,” Dean said.

“Whatever, man. The mind games are all you. I just want to fuck that bitch’s ass,” Eddie replied.

“Ok. I have an idea that will fuck them both all up! Don’t tell Brody, though,” Dean said.

Later that morning, Dean pushed Beth’s breasts together and was sucking on both of her nipples while she was riding up and down on his cock.

Beth had been wearing an elegant full-length blue party dress, but the boys had ripped it to shreds during the first time they both fucked her, and now she was naked except for heels and thigh-highs, just like Dean prefers it.

Eddie positioned himself behind Beth’s ass and spread her cheeks out as he pressed his lubricated cockhead against her asshole.

“I heard hubby is away Wednesday night. You’re staying over at my house. Tell Patrick you’re staying at your mom’s or some shit. I’m fucking you all night.” Dean told her.

“Ok, Dean. I’ll…arrgghhhh! Oh my god! That still hurts so bad. Please, Eddie. Slow,” Beth pleaded when Eddie suddenly pushed his 9” cock directly into her ass in one thrust.

“Shut the fuck up, cunt!” Eddie said as he punched her in the back of the head and started pounding her ass without mercy.

“Yeah! The bed is hitting the wall like it used to in the old days. Why did we stop double-teaming her anyway?” yelled Dean.

“No idea,” Eddie replied.

“I bet it’s because we were in a hurry when we first started fucking her. We wanted to get as much out of her as possible because we thought it would end soon. Not anymore. Now we can take all the time in the world fucking this cunt and ass, right Fuck-Toy?” Dean asked her before gripping her enormous, round breasts so hard that her tit-flesh oozed out between his fingers and made her scream.

“Yes! All the time. Fuck me forever. Both of you. Please,” Beth said with gritted teeth.

Dean and Eddie brutalized Beth repeatedly for most of the morning, only stopping for lunch before taking her back to bed and fucking her just as violently again as before.

This time, there was no alcohol or drugs to give Beth some pleasure or relief.

All she felt was pain.

They had moved her legs around so much as they were fucking her that after they left, Beth found it challenging to walk.

Taking inspiration from her son, Eddie had practically folded her body in half and wrapped her legs around the back of her head and held them while Dean was throwing himself up and down on her as he fucked her pussy.

Dean held her just as Eddie did.

They both chanted “Yoga! Yoga!” repeatedly every time Beth begged them to stop.

Now she is sitting at her kitchen table, trying to drink a cup of coffee.

Her legs felt like lead, and her arms were so weak and shaky that she was spilling more than she was drinking.

Beth was hoping to get out of the house before having to pretend she was happy to see Patrick come home from school, but he arrived while she was blankly staring out the kitchen window.

“You ok, Mom?” he asked her.

There was a long pause before she said, “Yes. Just thinking about doing some grocery shopping. I’ll be back in a few hours. I’m also going to be staying at your grandmother’s house on Wednesday night, so you’ll have the house to yourself.”

If Beth had looked at her son’s face, she would have seen him beaming with joy.

Tuesday, Blackmail Day 80

Dean’s text this morning was, “30 minutes. Makeup, heels, thigh-highs.”

She was relieved by how simple the demand was.

He usually wanted her dressed up like a stripper or wearing some crazy lingerie.

She did as she was told and opened the front door, wearing nothing but what he had asked and her bathrobe, so that the neighbors wouldn’t see her.

Dean was there, but so were Eddie, Pops and two other men that she had never seen before, who were holding the leashes of two huge dogs.

One dog was black and the other was brown and white.

Both were shorthaired Pitbull and Mastiff mixes that were common on the farms around Pops’ area.

The brown one weighed about 110 pounds, and the black one weighed 125 pounds.

Beth hurried them all into her living room, hoping that none of her neighbors were watching and was thankful that her driveway was long enough to partially hide the car and two trucks from the men.

Dean gave Beth two of his newest pills and then took off Beth’s robe as he said, “Good morning, Fuck-Toy. You know Eddie and Pops. This is Trevor and his brother Mitch. Trevor and Mitch are holding Bronco and Rocky. Kneel down and say hello to Bronco and Rocky.”

“Dean, please. I don’t…” Beth started to say, but stopped when she saw the look of rage on Eddie’s face, which told her without question that she needed to shut her mouth and do whatever they said.

When she squatted down to pet the dogs, Rocky, the smaller brown one, immediately forced his head between her legs and started licking her pussy while Bronco was licking her breasts and face.

Both dogs were very friendly until Beth tried to push Rocky’s head away from her groin, and he started growling, and the hair on his back raised straight up, which triggered Bronco to do the same thing while his slobbering jaws were only inches from her face.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t ever push them away,” Trevor warned.

Beth didn’t dare to move after that.

“Holy shit!” Dean said, “Both dogs have hard-ons already!”

“Hello, little lady. I lost an embarrassingly large amount of money to Mitch last night while we were playing cards. I might have been drinking a little too much. Anyway, as payment, I offered you. At first, Mitch didn’t believe how pretty you were, but after I showed him the pic I took of you in my kitchen, well, here we are,” Pops explained to her.

“And the dogs?” Beth said in trepidation.

“My idea, beautiful. The payoff is that you’re to do anything I ask. And when I heard you had already done a dog and pony show, I wanted to see it for myself. You would have fucked my two dogs as well that night at Milton Orchards, but I was out of town. They’ve had human pussy before and love it.” Mitch explained as Eddie put the same kind of padded wooden stool that Beth was tied to when three dogs fucked her in the barn.

“Milton Orchards?” Beth thought to herself, “Is that where we were that night? I have to remember that.”

Trevor and Mitch both had to use a lot of strength to pull the dogs away from Beth so she could stand up, allowing Eddie to move her into position and tie her to the stool.

Like before, the padded seat was on her belly, and her wrists were tied to the front legs so that Beth’s firm, round ass was at the perfect height to be sexually mounted by either dog.

“Damn! Look at that!” Trevor exclaimed as he was overcome by how sexy Beth looked where she was.

Her long blonde hair was splayed out on her back, over her shoulders and draped on the floor by her head.

Her large breasts were swaying underneath her with her nipples almost touching the floor, and the morning sun that was streaming through the window was shining off the curves of her ass.

The way the muscles in her hips, thighs, and calves looked as they were forced into a kneeling position was mesmerizing.

“Look at those two torpedoes hanging down like that,” Pops said while licking his lips.

“Oh, shit! She has dimples on her ass. I fucking love that!” Mitch said.

Pops slowly and awkwardly got down on his knees between her legs and put his wrinkly old hands on either side of her ass, and spread out Beth’s cheeks.

“Damn, her skin is so soft and smooth. It’s like she was made for sex,” Pops said.

After rubbing her pussy for a few moments to get her all slick, he spit on her tiny puckered asshole and jammed his middle finger all the way in, causing Beth to rock her ass side to side and to cry out in pain.

That was all the lubrication Beth’s holes were getting before the dogs had their way with her.

“Ok, everyone has already made their bets. Let’s see what happens,” Pops said as he got out of the way.

Trevor let go of Rocky’s leash, and the dog rushed forward to start licking Beth’s pussy and asshole.

A minute later, the large brown and white dog climbed up on Beth’s back with his front legs and then came crashing down on her back while his hindquarters began a rapid-firing thrusting motion in an attempt to lodge his hard doggy cock in her pussy.

This dog’s cock was as large as any good-sized human male, and when it at last lined itself up correctly, he fired it into Beth’s barely wet pussy in one thrust.

“Oh My God!” Beth cried out, not so much in pain but more in surprise at how fast the dog was fucking her.

Actually, there was no pain at all.

Beth started moving her hips and thrusting backwards as the dog surged forwards.

Each time, her head whipped back as she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her body.

As much as she hated to admit it to herself, Beth got extremely aroused each time she was forced to have sex with a dog.

One orgasm hit her, and she screamed out in unmistakable lust, to which all the guys in the room started laughing.

“Damn, you and Eddie were right, Pops. She loves fucking dogs!” Trevor said.

“She loves anything you can do to her,” Dean said.

“That’s because she’s a fucking whore,” said Eddie.

Beth had two more orgasms before they all heard Rocky howl as his doggie cum flooded her pussy.

He just stood in place and panted while lying on Beth’s ass and back before getting off her and positioning himself, so they were ass to ass.

The knot at the base of the dog’s cock had swollen to such an extent that it couldn’t escape the tight grip Beth’s pussy had around it.

Eddie was the first one to drop his pants, kneel down by her face and put his cock balls deep into her mouth.

All five men fucked Beth’s mouth and came down her throat while Rocky stayed knotted inside her pussy.

“Damn! He likes you, slut. His dog cock is still rock hard,” Trevor said.

“Let’s see what Bronco thinks,” Mitch said as he started to untie the dog’s leash and chain that were wrapped around a support post in the living room.

Suddenly, Bronco surged forward towards Beth, and Mitch lost his grip on the leashes.

Since Rocky was blocking where Bronco wanted to go, he had both paws on her back as he walked around Beth’s bound body using his hind legs.

His enormous dog cock bounced around and thrust into Beth’s side and shoulder as he kept lunging his body against hers.

This dog cock was 9” long with a thick tip that looked like a blunt arrowhead.

The length was long and barrel-shaped, ending with a knot at the base that was almost as large as a baseball.

“No way! This is going to be incredible,” Dean said as all the men leaned in close to get a better view of something they all didn’t expect to see today.

The large, 125lb black dog had both his front paws on Beth’s back, and his cock was smashing into the blonde’s face as he wildly thrust his hips at her.

Beth’s mind was so drugged out at this point, and she was so sexually aroused by the intense dog fucking and human cock sucking that she had already experienced that she did what seemed natural to her.

Beth opened her mouth and started sucking the dog off!

Pops didn’t have a cell phone, but the other four men were recording all of this on theirs.

Everyone here, except Dean, had seen a woman fuck a dog, and Trevor had even seen a woman suck off a German Shepard once. Still, no one there had ever seen a woman as absolutely beautiful as Beth have a dog cock in her pussy while giving another a blowjob before.

The dog’s penis was long enough to slide down Beth’s throat until the large knot at the base smashed into her full, red lips.

The dog kept slamming into her mouth harder and harder.

Beth’s wrists were tied to the small bench under her, and she couldn’t move an inch to lessen the impact of the knot against her lips.

Her mouth kept getting wider and wider until her jaw felt like it was dislocated.

Suddenly, with a push against her mouth so hard that Beth thought her jaw had broken, the dog’s cock slid deep into her throat, and her mouth was completely full of the knot at the base of the dog’s cock.

Beth could only breathe out of her nose as she felt the dog’s cock start to pulse in her throat as it released all of its cum into her stomach.

“Shit! Get him out of her mouth!” Trevor yelled to everyone while he grabbed Bronco’s chain and started to pull him back.

Confused about the request but willing to help, the other men jumped up and tried to separate the girl from the beast.

Unfortunately, Bronco was very happy where he was and was aggressively trying to bite anyone who got near him.

It only took a few minutes, but soon the dog’s cock was out of Beth’s mouth, and Bronco was tied to the living room post again.

“What was the problem?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, she looked ok,” Eddie said.

“I don’t give a shit about her. It was Bronco I was worried about. A dog’s knot gets bigger after it cums. If it was lodged in her mouth like that already, her teeth might have done him some damage,” Trevor answered.

Meanwhile, Rocky was still ass to ass with Beth during all that and was happily looking at everyone as he stood there panting.

Eventually, his cock got small enough to fall out of the bound blonde’s pussy, and his doggie sperm fell out onto the living room rug.

Dean was about to untie Beth’s wrist when Pops said, “Hang on there, friend. This little lady's asshole is calling out to me, and I want to answer it.”

After Pops was done, the remaining four men all fucked Beth’s ass as she was lying on the short, padded bench.

Beth was unconscious at that point, but no one cared.

All they wanted was Beth’s hot and tight asshole squeezing their cocks as they fucked her, and that’s precisely what they got.

After she was untied and rolled onto her back, Dean asked Mitch, “You, um, still willing to do that favor I asked you?”

“Dude, after today, I’ll owe you a favor. So sure,” Mitch replied as he went to his truck and returned with a large leather bag.

Beth woke up in her bed under the covers.

“My body is sore, but nothing too bad,” she thought, “but maybe it’s just because of the drugs that Dean had given me. But my jaw! Oh My GOD! And my lips feel swollen.”

Her jaw hurt more than it ever had in her life, but she could thankfully still move it.

Beth hoped that she had only sprained her jaw muscles and hadn’t torn anything.

She looked at the clock on her table and then stared up at the ceiling.

Patrick was going to be home in an hour.

She had no idea how long the men had stayed today or how long she had been asleep.

With total shame, Beth did remember how many times the first dog had made her cum.

She wanted to blame the drugs that Dean had given her, but something inside her told her that she legitimately liked it, and that scared her.

Like how Beth had also enjoyed when Emily had been forced to eat her out.

There was a perverted streak inside her that Beth never knew about and wished she had never discovered.

It made her a little more forgiving of Patrick as she wondered if perversion was genetic.

He would have gotten it from her.

It’s not like Patrick would have gotten it from Chris.

Chris was a sexual saint based on her marriage.

While Beth remembered how good the dog made her feel today, her hand started to move down her stomach to rub her pussy for a little while.

But when her fingers got between her legs, she felt something to the right side of her pubic area.

“A bandage?” Beth thought after she pulled the blanket off her and looked.

She was about to pull it off, but then she texted Dean in a panic, asking what they had done to her.

“Relax Fuck-Toy,” he texted back. “It’s just a tattoo to remember how much you like fucking dogs. You should keep the bandage on until the morning, though, unless you want to get it infected,”

“A tattoo! They gave me a tattoo!” Beth screamed in her head as she got up to get changed and take some anti-anxiety and pain meds.

End of Blackmailed and Raped Mother pt 3 of 4

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