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All The Way Down
Part Five
By
Nobadge
The Following Week
Susan tried, she really had tried to quit her new found habit and perhaps had she not made one fatal mistake she would have done so.
Certainly, the morning after she had been given the injection by Tommy’s mother in the back of her own Car, Susan, after recapping in her mind the horrifying events she had been subjected to the previous evening had been lucid enough in her mind decide that whatever, she must end this nightmare and end it now.
Lying alone in her Bed, her body aching and her Anus seemingly on fire alongside her sore Vagina, it suddenly dawned upon Susan that the key was to kick the drugs Tommy had so cunningly fed her, if she could do that then the only other weapon Tommy possessed, that of blackmail via the DVD’s he made.
It would, she realised be a huge gamble on her part but with her daughter Sandra arriving home on Monday and both husband and son appearing suspicious of her but With the appearance of Tommy’s mother in the scenario Susan now knew the risk to her future had lessened overnight.
She would ‘stay clean’ leave alone the ‘joints’ Rosie had pressed into her hand last night and then confront Tommy, tell him to do his worst with the DVD, that she would be taking no more drugs, that he may well have told her the truth about not giving a damm about a prison sentence but how would he feel about being responsible for his Mother also being given a long sentence, ‘POW!, take that!,’ thought Susan.
True to her word and with a superhuman effort of willpower Susan did indeed stop smoking the joints, trying to hide her withdrawals from her family and others by either staying in Bed claiming the flu when Sandra arrived home or as ‘women’s troubles’ with other people, all the time though dreading the inevitable confrontation she would have to endure with Tommy Hall.
The call came on Wednesday morning and although still suffering from occasional shakes and sweats, fortunately the house was empty when she heard the shrill tones of the cell phone Tommy had given her and gingerly, Susan put the instrument to her ear.
‘Hey Susie, time for you to collect a few joints baby’ said Tommy who had been wondering why Susan had not rung earlier. He soon got his answer
‘No Tommy, I shall not be doing that’, replied Susan, her voice sounding a lot more confident than she actually felt.
Tommy, although taken back knew he had to think fast, the bitch had decided to rebel, something he had already thought she would do at some stage, Susan was only really in the first stage of her addiction and had managed to stop smoking the joints. Tommy had known about Sandra’s return and guessed correctly that was partly behind the bitches’ rebellion.
Well she would suffer for that, and suffer alongside her precious darling daughter, decided Tommy. And she could watch his as he fucked the ass of Sandra, he had arranged for his whore to service her first paying customer on Thursday Afternoon and service him she would!
‘You know the rules Susie, you either whore for me or the DVD goes public, your choice baby’ replied Tommy.
‘It over Tommy, do your worst but there will be No more Joints and no more Sex unless of course you would see you own Mother in Jail, I mean it Tommy, if one hint of that film is shown to anybody I shall call the police and cite you and your Mother as blackmailers!’
Leaving it a good twenty seconds before replying, Tommy then replied
‘Yeh, I guess you got a point there Susie so Okay have it your way’ and then cut the connection, leaving Susan with her long established rather naïve middle class values to marvel at just how easy it had been to defy Tommy, obviously the threat of his mother being jailed had worked, perhaps she would leave it a couple of days and then demand he destroy all the copies of the DVD……………………………………………………………………………………………………
Looking across the breakfast table to her Mother on Thursday morning Sandra Roberts was worried, never before had she seen her Mother look and act this way, the dark rings under her Mothers eyes, her jerking movements, the thin line of sweat on her forehead all added to Sandra’s anxiety.
Her Father had left the house earlier,
engrossed in paperwork and seemingly oblivious to his wife’s condition and
wanting, it seemed to
Her brother Tim, sitting there with his Mother and Sister, although having reservations about his mother’s behaviour lately, had simply put his mothers condition down to ‘woman’s things’ when Sandra questioned him after returning from her stay with her ‘Aunt’, in reality a trip away with much older boyfriend her parents had long since disapproved of and thought they had seen the last of.
But Sandra had cooked up a story with her Dad’s sister, who was no friend of Sandra’s Mother, about staying with her for a couple of weeks so she could accompany her married lover on one of his regular business trips.
‘Sure mom looks bad at times Sandi but hey, other times she’s as bright as a button,’
Tim had told her.
But Sandra knew better, all the symptoms her Mother was showing she had seen many times on the sort of individual her Lover had introduced the previously naive nineteen year old Sandy to, As her 30 year old ‘boyfriend’ Steve had told her, they were the withdrawal symptoms of regular cocaine, smack and heroin addicts.
And recently Sandra’s knowledge had become much more personal for
As with many a young woman Sandra had experimented with Drugs and Sex, and the much older and world wise Steve, a married man with a family of his own and away on business as far as they were concerned, had given Sandra a shot of Heroin on a couple of occasions as well as always having a good supply on cocaine at hand and Sandra was now far from averse to the occasional fix of both Coke and ‘H’.
Certainly Sandra couldn’t wait for her next visit to see her ‘Auntie.’, not only was she rather amenable to the drugs but also very much enjoyed another more sexual pastime Steve had introduced on their trip, that of spanking Sandra every night as a prelude to lovemaking, telling the giggling teenager she was a ‘naughty girl’ and therefore had to be punished
But her Mother’s appearance had troubled her as soon as she returned from her visit., and although Sandra wasn’t about to reveal to her Mother that she, her daughter was aware her own Mother was using hard drugs, Sandra felt she had to at least discover why, how and where her Mother had become so seemingly addicted and she could only do that by perhaps questioning Timmy as to his Mom’s movements and to perhaps follow her when she went out.
Certainly it would have nothing to do with her
Father, thought
‘The only time I can recall Mom getting real edgy was when I gave her a PTA envelope one of the guys at school had passed onto me’ Said Tim after Sandra had pressed him about their Mothers behaviour later than day.
‘What do you mean Tim and who was the guy at school?’
‘Well, Sandi, just Tommy Hall, you know the Guy Sand, been here a few times, lives on the other side of town if you know what I mean, but he’s a good guy Sand, saved me from a hiding once or twice. He just passed on a PTA letter from him own Mom is all, just strange how Mom grabbed it from me and went straight up to her room, for a whiles I thought maybe mom and Tommy?, you know, but hell that’s a crazy idea Sandi’
To allay any fears her brother may have Sandra had agreed, their Mom would never look at another guy and certainly not a young kid from the other side of the tracks.
But Tim’s admission was enough to get Sandra thinking. This Tommy may be supplying or more likely passing on to her Mother with a fix or two.
So Sandra, at almost twenty years old and confident of handling the small spotty seventeen year old boy she had seen hanging around with Tim at the house, decided she would just have to confront this Tommy and put an end to the madness by threatening him with exposure to his parents, he would certainly not want that to happen and of course she had Steve to fall back on if she needed a little help.
So the matter would end there as far as Tommy was concerned and her Mother need never know about her intervention.
All that would remain would be to get her Mother off the habit, not easy but she would try.
Later, before going upstairs to take a bath her Mother had somewhat nervously told Sandra she would be out this afternoon so Sandra decided she would have a nose around her Mother’s bedroom whilst she was out rather than follow her, not a very nice thing to do but needs must, decided Sandra………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
They could well have been old friends greeting one another in the in the shopping precinct parking area as Susan Roberts, arms full from the shopping expedition she had treated herself to found herself wrapped in the arms of Tommy’s mother Rosie by the side of her Car as she fumbled the remote door opening device of her Car.
Seconds later Susan had collapsed into Rosie’s arms from the injection she never saw coming and in full view of other shoppers oblivious to her plight was helped into the Car by Tommy and Rosie Hall……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
With the coast clear and Safe in the knowledge her Mother, already gone for an hour would be out for, in her words, ‘a good few hours so look after Tim’s Supper please’, Sandra began her intended search of her Mother’s Bedroom and despite feeling a little guilty soon came across three rolled up cigarettes hidden away at the very back of her mother’s bedside cabinet.
It didn’t take Sandra long to realise they were not cannabis joints as the smell was all wrong, either they were crack cocaine or ‘smack’ heroin but that was a minor point really, the fact was she had discovered her very own wonderful Mother was a user of hard drugs.
Stunned, depressed and rather more than a little puzzled, Sandra slumped upon her Mother’s bed trying to work out just when, why and how her Mother had been introduced to these drugs.
Certainly her Mother had never outwardly displayed any sign of depression and it had always seemed to Sandra that even if her Father had a wandering eye and most likely a mistress, but to couples approaching middle age Sex was not all and Mother and Father always seemed extremely happy together, unless of course her Mother had suddenly discovered her husband was seining another woman.
But that still didn’t answer the question of Who and how.
It was then Sandra looked at the cell phone sat next to the joints. Scrolling down to see only one number on the saved list, Sandra was again puzzled, the contacts list showed only the letter ‘T’. ‘Tim? No she knew that wasn’t Tim’s cell phone number.
Perhaps she should just call the number, and then Sandra recalled the conversation with her brother, of Tim telling her about Tommy Hall passing over a PTA envelope addressed to her Mother. God, could it be that one of her brother’s friends was supplying drugs to her Mother?
For the next hour Sandra fretted and worried, her anger growing by the minute until,
bristling with indignation Susan’s finger went to the call button on the cell phone, she would have it out with this Tommy Hall, frighten him by threatening him with disclosure to his parents, surely that would do it and there was always Steve to call upon of course, but anyway, she was older and bigger than Tommy so that should not be necessary………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
An hour later Susan regained consciousness, slowly opening her eyes to realise she was laying face down upon the hard concrete floor of what appeared to be some kind of prison cell, in fact a ‘dungeon playroom’, the converted cellar of the ‘club’ run by Freddie and Charles and now set aside for Susan, fettered in there and shortly free to be used by anyone with enough money to do so, not what Tommy had in mind initially but after a chat with the black guys it had been decided the evening would be a valuable lesson for Susan.
Gradually as her senses returned Susan recalled her shopping expedition, her parcels and then, oh god, then meeting Rosie Hall in the parking area, the same Rosie who was now standing over her, oh God, her naked Body.
Worse was to follow, Susan could not move her hands and it quickly became apparent her wrists had been locked into cuffs attached to ring bolts set into the concrete floor and as she looked up and tried to remonstrate with Rosie found she could only mutter moans of despair into the cruel ball gag in her mouth.
‘So, you’re awake! Well now you can get up on your knees before I whip that gorgeous ass’ came Rosie’s cruel instruction whilst tapping Susan’s buttocks with a thin piece of cane that stung Susan enough to ensure her almost immediate compliance.
Susan then noticed the mirrors, large mirrors set into the wall in front of and behind her, enabling her to view every part of her body and Rosie as Tommy’s Mother knelt beside her own kneeling body, pulling her knees apart and then clipping each of her legs just below the knee into another set of cuffs attached to ring bolts set into the floor to complete a cruel naked and kneeling bondage from which their was no possible escape.
‘Seems you gotta learn the hard way bitch, well, you are sure gonna regret fucking with me Susie’
This time it was Tommy’s voice, as Susan’s eyes looked into the mirror to see the mean looking teenager staring down at her defenceless naked body she was dismayed to see the syringe in Tommy’s hand.
Shaking her head, Susan’s pleading eyes looked up to his repeatedly mumbling ‘ngngngngngngng’ into the ball gag even as Tommy knelt down behind her.
‘I’d much rather have you clean and wide awake for this Susie, just so you can watch yourself getting a good ass fucking and realise just who owns you now, but it seems you need a little more dope than I already gave you so you’ll just have to be shot up for a while’
Passing the syringe to his Mother Tommy then pulled out his massive erection and once again Susan was making pained pleading moaning noises into the ball gag as her sphincter was again pierced by Tommy’s vengeful cock while Rosie knelt beside her, fingers searching for a vein.
‘Remember this Susie? You loved having my cock in your Ass didn’t you bitch? Answer me!’ demanded Tommy.
The terrified mature housewife nodded her head in defeat, what did it matter now? She thought as tears flowed through the pain.
All of a sudden Tommy’s cell phone began ringing, although most people wouldn’t dream of answering a call during a sex act Tommy was most certainly not ‘most people’ and decided it would be a neat idea to have Susan Roberts on the end of his cock whilst he spoke into the phone.
But the number he saw on the cell phone was that of Susan’s own phone somebody had found the cell phone and it could only be Tim or Sandra, thought Tommy unless Susan’s old man had found the phone
Guardedly, disguising his voice Tommy spoke into the phone.
‘Yeh?’ was all he said whilst concentrating on keeping his cock good and hard by thrusting deeper into Susan’s Anus.
‘Tommy, Tommy Hall, is that you?’
A female voice, surely it could only be Sandra Roberts.
Who’s asking?’
‘It’s Sandra; if that is you Tommy then you will know who I am’
Tommy was both relieved and pleased. He already had a ready made ‘out’ for the reason his number was on her Mother’s phone.
‘Sure, Timmy’s big Sis, what can I do for you Sandy?’ replied Tommy smiling and moving even deeper into her Mother’s Anus whilst stroking her buttocks to humiliate Susan ever further.
Susan was aghast, bad enough that Tommy Hall’s cock was buried deep in her Anus in this humiliating position but now he was speaking to her darling daughter whilst doing so. But all she could do was stare angrily at Tommy through the mirror, shaking her head in rage and mortification whilst mumbling ineffectively into her ball gag.
‘We need to talk Tommy, but not over the
phone’ replied Sandra, irritated at Tommy’s casual and familiar use of the name
‘What about
Sandra felt her blood boil
‘About my Mother Tommy and just why your cell number is the only one on the cell phone I found in Mothers room’
Things were getting better and better thought Tommy, this bitch was going to fall right into his lap.
Roughly Tommy yanked Susan’s head back by the hair, forcing her to look up to him when he replied.
‘So your worried about your Mom and so you’ve been spying in her Bed room Sandy, that’s very naughty of you, what your mom would say if she found out’.
’ Letting go of Susan’s’ head Tommy then began stroking her buttocks as he continued.
‘Maybe your Mom should give you a good
spanking
Sandra’s anger was now obvious.
‘Cut the crap Tommy, either you meet me or I go to your parents’
Tommy very nearly laughed but, reaching underneath Susan to toy with her Breasts, he kept enough composure to reply
‘Okay Sandy, but only because I really like your Mom, I mean we should all look after our Moms, make sure they are happy and content, know what I mean?. He told
Sandra then, cruelly pinching hard upon Susan’s nipple Tommy nodded toward his Mother, he had enjoyed this so much he wanted to shoot his load in the Anus of Sandra’s Mom while she was still on the phone.
‘But I cant meet you right now cause I got a special girl with me Sandy, thing is she loves making out with me so I gotta look after her first, maybe we can meet tomorrow’ .
Susan was aghast to hear Tommy speaking to her daughter this way and more so when a small burst of his hot Semen began shooting into her rectum.
‘I’m really not interested in you love life or whatever trash your with Tommy, just tell me where I can meet you’ answered the furious Sandra.
Tears were now falling freely from Susan’s eyes as Tommy replied
‘Hey, that’s not nice, I should tell your
Mom you said that
‘Hey, you hear that baby, she’s calling you trash!’ said Tommy, laughing into the phone whilst leaning next to Susan’s head as his cock spurted more cum into her Anus.
‘Well, just tell her I feel sorry for her Tommy’
‘Hey, I’ll do just that Sandy, how about meeting me tomorrow after schools out Sandy; you can pick me up at a service station down the road a little then I’ll tell you anything you want to know, be there at 4.30’
Susan was horror stricken she herself was being degraded beyond belief but now Tommy was preparing to have her daughter picking him up at the very place she herself had done not long ago to be led to god know what plans his evil mind had in store.
‘I’ll be there, just make sure you are
Tommy’ replied
‘Hey Susie, you think I’m gonna enjoy
fucking
Tommy cruelly asked her distraught tearful Mother.
‘Maybe she can give me a good a blow job as you did in the Car Susie’
Helplessly chained to the floor Susan’s whole body shook to her racking sobs as Rosie, kneeling beside her showed her the needle.
The Tears dripped from Susan’s eyes onto the hard concrete floor as the needle was going in, tears for the loss of her liberty once again, the loss of her battle against Tommy’s drugs, tears for her own stupidity in believing Tommy really would leave her alone after her threats and most of all tears for her daughter naively oblivious to the danger awaiting her.
And then none of it mattered anymore, she was starting to feel good again and things really weren’t so bad after all………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Those in the BDSM scene will tell you there are ‘spectators’ and ‘players’. The ‘Animal’ was most defiantly one of the latter, a friend of Charles and Freddie who unlike the paying guests at the BDSM club, regularly visited the club to give demonstrations of his prowess with the whip, paddle, cane and other implants of chastisement, usually inflicted upon his own ‘Slave’ or at other times ‘Sub’s he had in training.
Today though, the ‘Animal’ was alone and in the ‘office’ with Freddie.
‘Hey my Man, where you been, missed you for a couple of weeks’, asked Freddie of the tall thirtyish looking man.
‘Away on Business Freddie’ replied the ‘Animal’
In fact his business was in travelling Sales with a neat little sideline in photography; specifically B & D photo shoots of any young looking girl over the age of consent, innocent enough to give the special naive ‘pleading’ look when in bondage that turned on so many Web and Magazine viewers not to mention him self. You either paid a lot of cash for that sort of model or you groomed them yourself, and the ‘Animal’ always groomed them himself.
‘Hey, look at this’ Said Freddie pointing to a large Video monitor he had been studying before the Animal had arrived showing the scene in the ‘dungeon’, Susan shackled to the dungeon floor being ridden in the Ass by Tommy, speaking into the cell phone whilst his mother knelt beside Susan., needle at the ready.
The Animal, studied the scene in half bored amusement, he had seen this sort of thing many times but a paid whore being serviced by a paying punter was of little interest to him, until that is Tommy gripped Susan by the hair, forcing her head upward in line with the video camera and suddenly the Animal was very interested indeed!.
Keeping his voice neutral he said.
‘Wow Freddie, that’s some bitch you got there, a little older than normal isn’t she, or did you get her in as a special for the Kid there?’
The smiling Afro proceeded to give the Animal the basics of the story of this Middle Class beauty stalked, beaten and then hooked on drugs by a kid from the slums with hate in his heart.
‘We was hoping to give her a one on one session with one of our big spenders as her first punter Today but the bitch went and rebelled on Tommy there, so the guy goes and kidnaps the bitch when she’s out shopping today so we thought it best to put her in there and give her to some of the regulars after Tommy shoots her up.’
‘But as you can see he’s giving her a little reminder of her new position in life whilst she still understands what’s going on down.’
In fact the Animal was stunned; he didn’t have to ask her name that he already knew, as hard to believe it really was her; the naked tearful beauty shackled to the concrete really was the delicious Mrs. Susan Roberts.
‘You want some of that?’ offered Freddie. ‘She’s gonna be shot up but you can be first in there my old friend, ‘mi casa es su Casa’ as they say, free and gratis!’
The Animal thought over the offer.
‘Hey Freddie, you’re a gentleman, I’ll just take her mouth and if you don’t mind I’ll also wear the mask’.
Fifteen minutes later the Animal entered the floodlit basement dungeon now deserted aside from the naked gagged and shackled figure of the heroin affected Susan Roberts wearing a leather head mask, its slits revealing only eyes, nose and mouth and with the word ‘Master’ imprinted on the forehead.
Susan’s newly euphoric condition served to make more bearable Tommy’s words before departing.
‘You’re earning big money for me tonight bitch and from now on you’ll be earning big money for me whenever I tell you, your gonna get plenty of fucking tonight Susie but one sign of complaint and I come back in here and whip the skin off your Ass, you understand me whore?’
Feeling tired and drowsy Susan wanted only to sleep but kneeling on the hard concrete floor as she was, sleep was impossible so when hearing the cell door closing behind her she looked up and through the mirror at the masked vision approaching her.
On another occasion the sight would have terrified her but right then Susan felt good, although she herself was not the slightest bit turned she realised the masked man would none the less fuck her, Susan’s drug fuelled mind realised, but so what, that was okay it would be payment for her fix.
Shortly ‘the Animal’ was behind her and running his fingers down the valley between her buttocks so recently vacated by Tommy before wiping his fingers over her back Moving round he eventually stood in front of Susan’s head, almost unable to believe what his eyes were seeing.
The ‘Animal’ had listened to Freddy’s narration with growing admiration for the young Kid Tommy and no little envy, for this was something he lad long wished to do himself, in fact the very thought had often consumed his thoughts, in fact he had been grooming someone for the past few months in view of doing exactly the same thing, only thoughts of exposure to his own family had held him back from taking that one final step with her, but by Christ! This kid had gone and done it, and it was not just any mature woman, this was the gorgeous curvaceous but distinctly unavailable middle class Mrs. Susan Roberts, jeez how had he done it?
With the ‘Animal’s hand cupping her chin Susan found her head lifted upward, on past the huge erection he was sporting until she was looking directly into the eyes of the masked man whilst he studied her tear streaked, pained but still beautiful face.
‘Jeez, just how much does this Kid know about the family’ he mused.
‘I gotta talk with him that’s for sure because I can see big bucks on the horizon’
With his spare hand the ‘Animal’ began feeding his huge twitching cock into Susan’s compliant mouth, so far he had not said a word to her, nor did he need to for Susan was soon sucking and licking for all she was worth as the twin persuaders of more drugs and the fear of another beating gave her Susan the encouragement she needed.
‘Jeez, even doped up the bitch sucks cock like a real pro’ decided the ‘Animal, his mind working in overdrive as Susan continued her task.
The Animal was Certain Susan had not recognised him he knew that certain, for they had actually met on three occasions none of which had gone well for him, but that could certainly change now, he had to talk to this Kid Tommy, and put his idea to him, make it happen just between the two of them, just use the other guys for convenience.
And Susan would have to come of the ‘H’, that stuff would do her no good and was useless as far as getting a bitch horny was concerned, no she would have to be put on something else a but that would come later, first he had to talk Tommy into the idea of getting hold of Susan’s daughter Sandra, the very same Sandra he had been fucking and grooming these past few months, all under the distinct disapproval of Susan Roberts and her Husband who of course another time would have recognised ‘Animal’ better as Sandra’s elder boyfriend Steve and by Christ was he now ever in a position to make the bitch pay for trying to separate him from her precious daughter Sandra!...................................
End of Part Five
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