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Anita's Sex Sacrifice - Chapter 5
The boss settled down beside Anita, watching her plump belly bounce erotically as the rapist continued to batter her private parts with no sign of tiring. This one was quite a bit more violent than the other two. First there was his fascination about her big bouncy tits. He had used them as punching bags while they ballooned from the bindings that cut off the blood to them. Had not the boss intruded, it is likely he would still be pounding those black and blue balls of swollen flesh like some type of automaton. Now he was raping her with the precision of a machine, his hard cock plunging deep inside her and then pistoning out so that only the head was stretching her raw cunt lips. After a few seconds phase he would resume his efforts to remove the sensitive protective lining from her fuck tunnel. By now Anita had left the other's cock glistening with a coating of her saliva, a very good job of it considering that she was a rank amateur when it came to giving blowjobs and the like. He leaned forward and spoke to his customer, who at first ignored him, then after the boss had made some vague references to arranging for him to have an accident, he paid close attention to every word.
The others cheered him on as he picked up the pace, his cock flying in and out of her plump cunt. After a few minutes of furious activity he had to rest and so he did, by raising his body up with his cock buried to the hilt in Anita's juicing pussy. The hot bodied woman actually continued to push her body up and down so that she was in a sense fucking herself with his big cock. The boss grinned and thought to himself that this one had the makings of a top whore if only she wasn't so much older than the best girls in his stable. Perhaps she might work out better as the kind of prostitute that appealed to those on the outer fringes of society.
He compared her to the dark skinned, former school teacher, Kanan, who he spent many enjoyable weeks watching as she was tortured and raped by his henchmen until she embraced her true destiny as a combined pain slut and sex puppet for those who required their sex partners to also enjoy pain. He remembered how her customers reacted to the layers of welts, cuts, and burns that decorated her body from neck to ankle. He smiled to himself when he watched the customers' eyes get real big at the prospect of having this skinny, ebony-skinned torture toy at their mercy. They had no idea of how many times Kanan was given a Bombay belly or the terrible curry enemas that were guaranteed to make the toughest prostitute beg for mercy. To the best of his knowledge no other whore in his stable had ever undergone the repeated canings that this skinny pain slut endured. He recalled his henchmen betting with each other about how many strokes of the three-foot long rattan cane would be required to make her water bloated belly give up its contents. He was told that on one occasion she had taken twenty-three of the very best across her bulging, water-logged belly before she began vomiting, expelling the torrents of water through her nostrils until she passed out from lack of air.
Kanan's customers could not control themselves once they realized that she loved to suffer before, during and after being raped by them. He required that her sex and pain sessions be witnessed on closed circuit television so she could be protected from extreme tortures that would prevent her from servicing the army of perverts who waited their turn to torture, rape and degrade her. He made a mental note to check on her progress. Lately she was also doing a daily show in which she was now being raped by a pack of dogs trained specially to have sex, especially anal sex, with human females. He remembered once viewing a tape showing Kanan on her knees, sucking a huge cock while a large dog was sodomizing her. He masturbated to that tape for a number of days, and still looked at it from time to time.
The one raping Anita returned to business, punching into her cunt with his hard cock at a rapid pace, nearing his objective of filling her stretched, wet, fuck tube with his seed. Finally with a loud grunt, followed by a long drawn out groan of pleasure, he pumped his load deep into the sexy, voluptuous woman's hot, clutching cunt. He pulled out with a loud pop that brought a few laughs from the onlookers and then plunged his throbbing meat into Anita's mouth. By now she knew what her duties were and her warm, wet mouth began suctioning whatever had coated his cock while he fucked her. It did not take her very long to clean him off and he rewarded her by driving his fist deep into her plump belly, low in her gut to make her feel sick. She fought off the urge to empty her stomach of its contents and so he drove another brutal blow to her belly and laughed as her face began to grow pale as she struggled to gain breath. The boss cautioned him about harming their guest and so he allowed her to recover.
It was then that the boss leaned over and whispered into Anita's ear, suggesting that she give her son a blowjob to reduce the terrible pressure that had built up in his testicles and would soon back up into other areas of his body, causing excruciating agony until it was relieved. He let her know that unless she did as he suggested, he would have Pradeep's genitals beaten with a rubber hose, concentrating the blows to his swollen scrotum and stiff throbbing cock. As he spoke, Anita's eyes were riveted on her son's twitching meat pole, her tongue licking her lips and a wanton look beginning to cover her face. The boss recognized the signs of her lusts now coming to the surface and could hardly wait until her hot, wet mouth was engulfing Pradeep's throbbing cock.
His mother's love won out over her scruples about committing incest, especially in front of so many witnesses. She sobbed and promised to do her best to bring her son to the kind of complete ejaculation that was required to allow the pressure to decrease to the point that his sex organs were no longer in jeopardy. The boss smiled broadly, knowing now that he had already won the battle between Anita and him. All that remained was to see how Pradeep reacted to the sensation of his mother's wet, warm mouth and flickering tongue as she worked diligently to drain his big, bloated testicles. Anita was already committed to draining those swollen sex eggs of every drop of boiling semen they contained. She wondered how his cum was going to taste, sweet or sour, perhaps a harbringer of what was to develop between them.
It took a few minutes to untie Anita from the bench and bring her over to where Pradeep sat, his cock hard as a steel bar, precum dripping from its pee hole. He could smell her, that musky scent rising from her cunt that had been mercilessly skewered for the past hour or more, combined with the sweat from her underarms and the insides of her plump thighs. The two henchmen pushed Anita to her knees and one of them grabbed a handful of her long dark hair and used it to pull her head back so her face was level with her son's cock. She inhaled deeply bringing in the sex scent that emanated from his cock that was like a throbbing bar of steel. She struggled to free herself from the hand controlling her head, eager, no frantic, to get at that meat pole twitching before her face like some kind of venomous snake. The boss laughed, realizing how eager she was to begin sucking the stiffness from her son's cock.
"Take your time sucking all the cum from his hard dick. Do it too fast and you'll never be able to capture all the hot jizz that he'll try to pump down your throat. Milk him like he's a cow whose udders are filled to bursting. If so much as a drop of his cum goes onto the floor, you will not only have to lick it up, you'll have to reharden him and suck him dry once more. Of course my henchmen will want a chance to see how that hot, wet cunt of yours feels wrapped around their stiff cocks, so you'll have to satisfy them before you get back to sucking your son's cock once more. I'm sure we'll have some very sexy pictures of you and your son enjoying each other."
He nodded to the one holding Anita's hair and watched as once she was free, her mouth opened wide as she lunged towards that twitching meat pole. She plunged down on Pradeeps' throbbing cock, her mouth wide. The camera flash went off and continued while Anita plumbed the depths of depravity. There was a murmur of surprise from the men as they watched her envelop her son's cock, like some snake swallowing its prey. Pradeep grunted and then screamed as he felt his mother's hot, wet mouth and that flickering tongue begin to work their magic on his rock solid cock. Anita pulled her head back, dragging her mouth across the tube of male flesh so that it was glistening with her saliva. She stopped with just the bulging head of his cock captured by her lips. Then she sucked noisily and once more plunged down on the pole of brown flesh, this time taking all but a few inches inside her mouth and actually forcing a few inches down her throat making her gag. Her bile and saliva bathed that captured fuck pole as he neared his release. She was slowly moving her head up the shaft when he erupted, splashing his sperm everywhere inside as she recoiled in surprise, spurts of hot man juice shooting from between her lips, bringing a few gasps and many chuckles from the gang of rapists that were watching this humiliating display of motherly affection, now transformed into animalistic lust.
Anita's head moved down in an effort to capture the fountain of hot sperm that was leaking from between her lips. This proved to be a mistake as a blast of cum now began to pour from her nostrils. The poor woman panicked and pulled her head off her son's pulsating cock now allowing him to shoot his load onto the floor, much to the amusement of the men who stepped back to watch the display. She was too confused to realize what lay in store for her and Pradeep. The boss looked over to his henchmen and gave the order.
"Bring the rubber hose, no make that two! Then I want you two to give this loser the beating of his life and make sure that his mother has a ringside seat to watch what is going to happen to her precious son. You will beat him until his dick is so limp his mother can swallow it whole without any trouble. You will beat his balls until they are so swollen that she can't even get one of them into her mouth.Then when you're done, you can take his mother and fuck her bowlegged. That should give her a little taste of what to expect for the next six months while she works off her son's debts on her back, with those plump shapely legs spread wide so that the customers can pump that hot sex trench full of cum. She'll work double shifts seven days a week until his debts are paid off fully including interest. I calculate that she'll be working for me at least eight months unless she gets sick and can't work, then it will be much longer, a whole lot longer than she may be able to survive, but that's her problem. Oh, one thing more. Make sure that once a week Pradeep fucks her in the ass without any lubricant as his way of thanking her for her efforts on his behalf. That is if he's able to have an erection after the beating he's going to get today."
(To be continued?-jethro jodhpur)
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