SLAVE MOM TANYA – Chapter 2: SELLING MOM AS RAPE VICTIM TO STRANGERS

Now, Mr. Smith went for the pussy rape. He was quite certain that Mommy would be completely dry in her love canal after 30 minutes of oral torture, even though she was a slut. He reinserted the ball gag in her abused mouth, dragged the helpless and almost lifeless mom to the dining table and placed her in the good old rape position: legs on the floor, body on the table, ass in the air. His big cock brutally entered Mom’s fuck hole and heurika! She was dry. That would probably not last for long, so Mr. Smith immediately forced his big pole into Mommy’s unprepared cunt and enjoyed the strong friction. He had never raped such a beautiful woman before. He would make sure Mom would never forget him.

Mommy burst out in a terrified scream, as the rapist brutally shoved his cock into the bottom of her tight and dry orifice. It felt like being stabbed with a knife! OHHH NOOO! STOPPP! The ball gag blocked her words and turned them into babble. Smith fucked her hard, using the full length of his big cock and forced it all the way in in just one painful movement. He stabbed Mom’s dry pussy again and again, making her shriek and yell and babble like a frenzy.

Her sons had no doubt, that heir Mom was really being raped gruesomely and that she was in extreme pain, and they watched the brutal attack with great interest. None of them ever thought of helping their own mother in her dire distress. On the contrary, they found the violent Mommy abuse highly arousing and took mental notes for their own purposes.

After some time, Mr. Smith could feel cunt juice grease his movements and reduce the friction in Mommy’s battered pussy. He would not allow her any enjoyment or freedom for pain and began to smack her ass while he continued fucking her. Mom’s wailing became monotonic, only modulated by the fucking.

After exactly 28 minutes of Mommy rape, Mr. Smith could no longer postpone his climax. With a roar he injected his load of sperm into his sobbing rape victim and it felt like the ejaculation would never stop. This slave was simply the best he had ever encountered in ANY respect. She was so perfect for his taste and purpose.

When he stopped abusing their wailing Mom, Mike applauded and Joe joined him.

“Great show, Mr. Smith! You really made Mommy suffer!”

“Thank you boys. My pleasure.” Mr. Smith saw that he had blood on his dick, grabbed Mom by her hair and forced her from the table down onto her knees. He then smacked her face and ordered her to clean up her mess. On the brink of complete fatigue, Mom managed to lick and suck her blood and juices from his big cock.

Mike could not wait any longer! Seeing his mother being raped and in complete despair and desolation was SO GREAT! He had to get relief and force fucked his sobbing, horrified mother in her mouth right after her terrible rape ordeal with Mr. Smith. Sonny boy fired his load directly into Mommy’s sore throat, almost choking her. Making Mom their fuck slave was the best idea he had ever had!

In the meantime, Mr. Smith had asked Joe if they had any kind of contraption where his Mom could be tied up for the remaining abuse. Joe fetched the buck they had used a few days ago for Mommy’s spanking and anal rape. Exactly the same would happen to her this evening. In common, they carried the wailing and weakened Mommy to the buck and tied her up. Bloody sperm was seeping out of her mutilated cunt. Perhaps she hoped that the worst would be over, but now the most terrible abuse of Mom would begin.

Mr. Smith fetched his suitcase while Joe also took the opportunity of getting a blowjob from his terrified and whimpering Mom in bondage, brutally fucking her mouth. Just like his little brother, watching Mum being raped and suffer extreme pain and desolation, made him SO HORNY! He had to fuck her and get relief. After refilling her throat with hot jizz, he reinserted the ball gag. Joe knew the last hour would inflict a lot of pain on his Mom, so better keep her quiet.

Mr. Smith had a variety of whips and paddles in his bag. He asked the boys which type of strike weapon they could accept he used for their mother. They replied that they had no experience whatsoever in whips and would be happy to get a demonstration of the various kinds that he had brought. Joe made it very clear, though, that they did not want any permanent scars on their Mom.

Mr. Smith told them there were five basic types of whips: Crops, paddles, floggers, whips and canes. He picked out one of each and suggested that he would use them on their mom, so they could see how the instruments were supposed to be applied, and which effect they had, and then the boys could try them afterwards. Joe and Mike thought this was a splendid idea.

For a start, Mr. Smith picked up a flogger, which was a whip with many leather strands. He explained this was in general the least painful device, as the many strands spread the stroke power over a large area. He compared it with the contrast, the cane. If you applied the same force to the cane as to the flogger, the impact would be much harder with the cane as it has only very little surface area.

“The cane and the bull whip are usually the most feared strike weapons in BDSM, young gentlemen. They make the deepest impressions, literally speaking. But the bull whips are usually several meters long and not suited for indoor use, so the cane is the ultimate all round weapon if you want to inflict severe pain on your victim. My favorites for indoor use is the flogger, the riding crop and the cane.”

He then went on to demonstrate the various devices on their tied up mommy, who clearly had heard the tech talk about whips. She had relieved herself in pure fear, and a poodle of piss was lying on the tile floor below her ass. Joe quickly fetched a mob and a bucket and removed the fluid.

“Now boys, you have a very naughty Mom. Peeing on the floor is a major offence that deserves hard punishment. Don’t you agree?” They did.

Mr. Smith raised his arm with the flogger and with an elegant twist of his wrist landed it on Mom’s right buttock with a loud SMACK. Ignoring her gag muffled shrieks, he did the same thing to her left buttock. Now Mommy had a lot of red stripes on her beautiful ass.

“You can swing it vertically, as I just did, or lateral like this.” He swung the whip sideways and landed the strands on both Mom’s buttocks with an elegant sweep. “And just like in tennis or badminton, you can use forehand like this (SMACK) or backhand like this (SMACK). You want to try?”

Mike took the flogger and swung it violently against Mommy’s ass, but he missed the target and hit her back. Swearing, he tried again and did hit Mommy’s ass this time, but seemingly very hard, as her wailing reached new heights. He then handed the whip over to Joe, who was less impatient and took time to aim right. In a perfect copy of Mr. Smith’s technique, he placed the leather strands first on Mommy’s right buttock and then on her left buttock. All three men completely ignored Mommy’s heartbreaking wailing

“Good work! Now we try the paddle”, Mr. Smith took a device that looked like a table tennis bat, just a little bigger and made in black leather. “This has a big surface and makes a lot of noise, so the psychological effect is good. But if you really want to inflict pain you have to use a lot of force.”

He smacked Mommy’s ass with the paddle, which made her shriek in a very highly pitched tone and cry hysterically. It left a nice round red spot on her skin.

“You see, by using moderate force the pain inflicted with the paddle is not so big but the loud noise makes the victim believe it is severe. But you can of course apply enough force to really inflict pain.” He swung the paddle again and landed it on the right side of Mommy’s ass. She shrieked and wailed for several minutes afterwards. This time, the spot looked much more dark red and Mommy was shaking in extreme pain. Small droplets of blood showed up on the battered skin.

Mike hit Mommy very hard on both her buttocks. Joe did the same, but aimed for Mom’s upper thighs. She was shaking violently, uttering a heartbreaking ramble of babble and moaning. She expressed the most severe suffering, as the stranger and her sons kept on with the torture of her defenseless body.

Mr. Smith then presented a riding crop. He swung it not against Mommy’s ass, but against her big tits hanging on each side of the buck. It had a quite narrow leatherhead, which made it a precision instrument where you could aim at small targets like clitoris or nipples only. As the surface area was rather small, it could also be extremely punitive with a high strike force.

Clearly, Mommy did not like the riding crop at all. Mike hit her nipple with a smashing blow, and the buck almost fell over because of her strong pain spasms. Joe tried to hit her clitoris but the way Mom was tied up made it impossible. Instead, he hit each of her hanging tits making very nice red marks.

Now, Mr. Smith picked up the last instrument, the cane. He warned them that they should only use this with the outmost care, as canes could literally cut people’s skin into pieces. There was a high risk of making permanent marks. BE VERY CAREFUL, Mr. Smith insisted. He also told them that the best use of the cane was laterally and it should only be used on the ass and the loins. Perhaps on tits, but that depended strongly on the victim’s pain limits. But it needed to hit tissue of some sort. Asses with a lot of tissue were perfect for canes. Never hit shinbones, spines, shoulders or other body parts with protruding bones. The boys nodded their heads.

“Now I will demonstrate a soft blow and a hard blow on your beautiful mother. Are you ready for the pain, Mommy?” Mr. Smith said mockingly. Mom wailed even before the cane hit her already striped arse. After the hit she was shaking violently. A beautiful red line across her buttocks was now to visible, perfectly horizontal.

“Now this was the moderate force. As you could see and hear, your mother reacted strongly to the cane. The next blow will be much worse for her. Watch and learn”, Mr. Smith said. While he swung the cane, he went down on his right knee, so the cane landed vertically and exactly on the middle of Mom’s right buttock. It crossed the previous horizontal line in a perfect 90 degree angle. This time her spasms actually made the buck tumble over, had it not been for Joe catching it. Instead of her constant wailing, Mommy had turned completely silent. She had fainted.