Perla and Benito

Perla and Benito

By Shabbadew2002

Email me @ shabbadew@ca.rr.com

Chapter 1

Mommy Likes to Masturbate

Perla made sure to lock the door.  He had gone to the beach, but she wanted to make sure she would not be disturbed.  Benito had been coming in and out without knocking since they had been on holiday.  At home, he never would have entered her bedroom if the door was closed without knocking, but staying at a hotel gave him license.  Therefore, she flipped the lock, lay down on the bed and sighed...

The vacation so far had been an opportunity for them to relieve some of the tension they both felt. Benito was becoming very interested in girls, and Perla found herself being critical of his choices and behavior.  So the trip was an opportunity to give them both a break.  It had been a little hectic, but fun so far.  It was a treat for both of them to get away from Seville.

Perla had suggested a trip somewhere together.  Morocco was Benito’s idea for a holiday.  He had been studying the Medioriente in school and Morocco is Spain’s nearest neighbor in Africa.  First, they visited Tangier, then the capital, Rabat and then Casablanca, the city of dreams. 

The food, the markets, the beaches and warm Mediterranean climate exhilarated and tempted Perla.  Benito was enjoying himself going to the beach.  There were plenty of tourists from Europe and a fair number of pretty girls.

They were both having a good time.  It might be the last time mother and son could take a vacation together.  Benito was sixteen and in two years, he would be in the University with his own life.  He was halfway now between boyhood and his life as a man. 

She knew he would be gone for at least another hour, maybe more.  He was down at water’s edge probably looking for that French girl he had spoken to yesterday.  But for now, she relished the opportunity to be by herself, and did not want her son surprising her as she masturbated.

It had been hard for both of them after her marriage failed.  Raising a boy without a father was not easy.  Nevertheless, he was a sweet boy and she always found it hard to deny him anything.   She was protective of him, and this didn’t encourage the boy to develop the confidence a young man needs.  This was inevitable as Perla had been the more aggressive partner in her marriage.  She wanted to help her son become a man, but she was at a loss as to how to do it. 

As she relaxed, she found her mind wandering and soon began to pay attention to the feelings in her body.  Now, with some privacy, it was only natural that Perla felt horny.  These days, with any time on her hands, she masturbated.  At least once a day it seemed.  Moreover, on vacation, the opportunities were not as plentiful. So, luxuriating on the bed, she found herself touching her neck and then letting her fingers wander down to her breasts. 

With no man in her life, Perla, at 40, found herself at the height of her personal sexual powers and more than occasionally obsessed with sex.  She learned from her marriage that she had a strong sexuality.  Her husband had complained that her “needs” were sometimes too much for him.  Fabio, her ex-husband, was the kind of man who worried about his virility. 

Ever since Catholic Spain had legalized divorce in 1981, more and more women like Perla found themselves encountering problems as they reached their sexual peaks.  They were often without an appropriate opportunity for release.  Even though Perla was a passionate woman, she was conservative too.

With a teenage son to raise, and noisy neighbors and family, it was not easy to develop much of a social life as a single woman, let alone a sex life.  So Perla Lopez Garcia (de Portillo) learned to masturbate.  She had done it guiltily as a girl and now at 40, she discovered that she needed to do it almost daily.  Sometimes lying on the bed with her skirt hiked up and her panties pulled down.

Or sitting on the toilet.  This afternoon, with Benito away and some time to devote to pleasuring herself, Perla thought about taking a bath first, but then decided against it.  She had time, but not that much time.

So, she got up and took off her blouse, her shorts and her panties.  Then she pulled her breasts out of her bra cups and wetting a finger began to tease her nipples.  She went over to her makeup case and took out her secret toy. She loved her vibrator, which she had gotten by mail from Sweden.  She lay down on the bed again, holding it and squeezing it ...feeling its pliable surface. She would never have been able to buy this so easily in Spain.

She had been relieved when it arrived in the mail in a discreet box – safe from nosy neighbors and her son.  The vibe was called the Jelly Hottie, a waterproof, penis-shaped, red, multi-speed pussy pleaser with a big bulge at the base, suggesting a full scrotum. Two AA batteries delivered the power to make the 19 centimeter toy throb and buzz whenever she needed it.  And lately, Perla needed it a lot.

Perla had been liberated by divorce. Carefully and cautiously, she began to widen her world. Of course, she was a mother and came from conservative Catholic stock, so there were limits. But now she could buy herself a vibrator. And she found new books to read.  Books her shy, conservative husband would have frowned on. 

One of her favorites was My Secret Garden, a translated American book chronicling women’s sexual fantasies.  Perla used it to mine the depths of her own psyche.  And what she found in Nancy Friday’s tome on women’s sexual fantasies would have shocked and horrified her husband.  Perla gravitated to fantasies of nasty sluttish sex.

The tale she liked the best: “the drug store”.  A woman goes to a pharmacy in an out of the way town to purchase a tube of contraceptive cream.  She is dressed a little too provocatively.  She is a little self-conscious about the purchase of such an intimate item.  She glad when sees that there are only a few shoppers in the store and quickly finds the item she wants on the shelf.

She picks it up and then notices that all the shoppers are male.  And they all seem to checking her out.  She feels a chill at this and goes quickly to the counter to pay.  The counter man smirks at her as he rings it up.  She looks around and sees that two men have pulled the shade down on the front door and locked it.  Ominously, she notices one of them flipping the “open” sign over so it reads “closed”.

“Need to try this out,” the counterman leers at her as he holds up the tube of contraceptive cream?

The woman tries to leave but the men stop her.  They make her strip and humiliate her.  Then they squeeze the cream into her vagina and rectum and force to her to take their cocks in her pussy, asshole and mouth as a receptacle for their lust.  Perla lay back on the bed and began imagining herself in this scene.

Violated in all her holes by rough men - used repeatedly.  This was her current favorite fantasy.  She stretched out, began to play with her nipples, and then teased her labia.  She rubbed and shook her mound and began to get wet...very wet.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

She pulled herself open with one hand and began to play with her nipples with the other.  Gently tugging at her nipples at first, and then harder.  She alternated with squeezing her tits and then teasing the nipple.  She reached down and began to tug and tease her labia, avoiding her clitoris as long as she could.  She moaned as she felt the hot sensations flooding her.

She pictured the way the men looked at her.  Undressing her with their eyes. Then the sound of the door being locked.  And the men all crowding around her, closing off any escape.  She pictured them forcing her to take off her clothes. Slowly.  Savoring her charms as she exposed her breasts.  Her nipples already erecting against her will.  After all, ‘if men force you ...you’re not responsible’, she reasoned.  

‘It was “OK” if your body responded.  After all, I’m a  women...and God gave our bodies sensitive intimate parts.  Oh yes...and all these hot feelings.’

Now she was getting more excited and began to tease the opening to her vagina.  Feeling the sphincter - the muscle guarding the opening - she began to work a finger into her hot buttery hole. This made her groan out loud.  Then she grabbed her mound, squeezed it, and rubbed it - making a circle.

Another moan.  Then she forced her finger inside and explored.  It felt so good...soon she worked a second finger into her oozing hole.  She could smell her own arousal now.  She was starting to juice heavily.  Perla had a full, fat cunt. Big, brownish-purple labia and a largish clitoris with a lot of very dark pubic hair framing her womanhood.

Whimpering now and letting her own arousal push her along, she began to teasingly touch her “pearl”, her clit.  Finding it almost fully out of its protective hood, she grazed it with her fingertip.  Then placing two fingers at the 1 o’clock position, she began to rub it just the way she liked.

Finding the “groove”, she began to drive her excitement higher.  She began concentrating on the fantasy now...she’d found a rhythm and she could let her mind do the rest.  She saw herself on her hands and knees with one man teasing her hole with the tip of his cock and another stood with his legs apart in front of her displaying his erect throbbing cock to her.

Pulling his foreskin back and forth...telling her what he was going to do next. Then forcing it into her mouth and raping her...making her drool and gag.  This image drove her crazy and she reached for her vibrator, frantically switching it on and using the tip on her labia and then her clit. It wasn’t but a moment, and she began to feel the first tickle that let her know that she was right on the edge of cumming.

She rubbed the tool up and down her wet hole, teasing her vaginal mouth with it. Then back up to circle her throbbing nubbin, now fully distended and swollen. It looked like the tip of a pinky it was so engorged. She craned her head forward to see it for herself and groaned at the sight.

“OHhhhhhh...OH God...Oh God...Oh...God...”

And then holding it in just the right spot on the left side of the clitoral hood, Perla came and came hard.  She sagged on the bed with her legs splayed out. Her eyes were closed and her pussy was drooling. She had left a nice big wet spot on the bedspread. She shut the vibe off.

“Oh God....hmmmm.”

After a moment or two, she sat up and unhooked her bra to release her tits. Then she lay back and began feeling them again. She looked over at the clock. It was only 3pm. There was still time. So, she began to squeezing her tits harder and harder. She pictured a man’s hands on them.

Two men.....reaching underneath and mauling her full tits. Pinching her nipples and then pulling them out as far as they would go. She did it to herself. And in her mind, she heard the men calling her a “slut” and a “whore” as they milked her tits.  This excited her more.  She put her hand on her pussy. She was adding to the puddle between her legs. She berated herself for not putting down a towel, like she did at home. She would have to do something about it before Benito came back.

But soon, she was deep into the fantasy again. A man was fucking her mouth, as if it was her pussy.  And when she didn’t please him, he took his cock out and slapped her face, first with his wet phallus and then with his open hand. Calling her a puta.

“Suck on my cock, whore. That’s a good slut....suck it.”

She was ready for more and switched on her vibe again. She began to work it into her wet cunt. As it dilated her hole, she moaned. And kept pushing it in....visualizing one of the faceless men in the drug store forcing her to take all of it. All 19 centimeters.  As she worked it in with one hand, she put her hand on the top of her mound and began to massage her whole pussy.

Soon she had the whole vibe in her hole and then as the vibrations made her urethral sponge swell and engorge, she worked her clitoris. Soon, she was cumming and then cumming again...and again.  At one point, she used the slimy wetness to lube her finger so she could work it into her rectum up to the second knuckle.

When she felt a twinge of concern that it was getting late, she pulled the red vibrator out of her hot, wet hole and just drifted off for a while. The toy kept buzzing, and it took her a minute to collect herself and shut it off.

Then she got up, straightened the bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. It was a very satisfying cum. She remembered to clean her toy and put it away so Benito would not see it.  How would she, a mother, explain it to her son, whose sexuality was still in its formative stages?  She had never been able to talk to him about sex. She nervously gave him a book when he was 12 and had asked her some questions. She assumed that he would learn like all men learned ......from each other.

As she was dressing for dinner, she heard her son come into the adjoining hotel room. She called out, “is that you, baby?”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Get cleaned up and get ready for dinner. We should go in about an hour, ok sweetheart?”

“OK.”

At dinner in the hotel, mother and son talked about what they had done that day and what plans she had for them tomorrow.

“There’s that famous church - Notre Dame de Lourdes. I thought we could go and see that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. .......a church?”

“It’s very famous.”

“Well, you said you wanted to see the Royal Palace of Casablanca. We could do that.”

“Ok....yeah....that’d...be....cool....OK.”

“I want to stop at the Old Medina tomorrow morning too. OK?”

“Sure, but let’s not hang around there too long, OK, Mama?”

“No, sweetheart. I just want to see if they have some scarves.  I want to bring some home to your Aunt Angelica.”

“OK.”

Chapter 2

Taken into Custody

The next morning mother and son went to the Old Medina. There were stores and stalls and Perla did not find the scarf she was looking for, but it was interesting place to wander around. Just then, two men approached.

“Senora, would you step this way please.”

Perla looked to see a man of medium height and build. He was dressed in a dark suit and wore a tie the color of dried blood. He was wearing a fez almost the same color as his tie. A dark complexioned man...a Berber. The man with him was younger, bigger... dressed similarly, but bareheaded.

“What do you want?”

“I want to have a word with you, Senora.”

His Spanish was rough, very rough. French was the second language in Morocco after Arabic, but Spanish was spoken in country as well. He flashed a police badge.

“What do you want?”

“Just a few words. This way please.”

At this, he gave her a more sympathetic look and Perla found herself stepping over to an alcove with him. Benito looked on nervously.

“It’s ok sweetheart, just a moment,” Perla said to him.

The younger man began talking to the boy.

“Do you have your passport, Senora?”

“Yes, right here.” 

Perla fished it out of her purse and handed it to him. She looked over at her son talking with the younger man. He looked scared.

“This is your name?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Is your real name Consuela Calvo Aragon?”

“No. My name is what you see there,” she said pointing to the passport in his hands.  “Senora Perla Lopez Garcia - right there.”

“Then you must come with us, Senora.”

“WHY? What have I done?”

“We must go to the Police Station. There is a matter that must be cleared up. Please do not make trouble Senora....”

“I’m a Spanish citizen...I’m a tourist visiting your country. I have a passport. I have done nothing wrong.”

“Senora, you son is watching. Do not upset him. This may be a case of mistaken identity. You must come with us. Please cooperate. If you don’t, I will have to put these on you.” 

With that, he opened his coat to show her a set of handcuffs on his belt. Perla looked and then looked over at Benito... stricken - and seeing that he was afraid, she decided that it would be best if she went without a fuss. ‘It would all be cleared up at the police station,’ she thought to herself.

The two men walked them a few steps to a beat up old Citroen. They put Benito in the front seat. The younger man drove while the older man sat in the back with Perla. She was very nervous and tried to stay calm by looking out the window. All during the trip, she didn’t say anything to her son.

She didn’t want to frighten him. She was scared enough. Morocco was one of the more civilized Muslim countries, but separatist and fundamentalist movements had made the government more repressive. And a tourist should always on guard in one of the countries of the Medioriente.

They arrived at the Police Station... an impressive building, built years ago by the French. It had a ratty look about it now and the somber walls once inside made Perla’s mouth go dry.  The younger man took off down a gloomy hallway as the older man stood with Perla and Benito by the front desk. The officer working the desk barely looked at her, so busy he was with a stack of papers in front of him.

“Mama, what is this about?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. It is just a misunderstanding. I don’t think we need to be too concerned. Just be patient.”

As she said this, she pushed back a lock of his hair that was perpetually falling in his face, and Benito, with a practiced move, pulled away as she did it. It was something she had been doing with him since he was a child. She had not it done very often lately.  Actually, the gesture worried Benito. He could tell his mother was distracted, to say the least.  The younger man returned and conferred with his partner.

The man in the fez turned to Perla, “Captain Nasri will see you now. The boy can stay here with him,” he said pointing to his partner. “He is the Chief of Police.”

Perla really had no choice. She went with him down the dark hallway. At the end, there was a double door. He knocked ...a voice from inside answered and he opened it. He gestured to Perla and once inside she saw a somber, dark man in uniform seated at a desk. He had a strong Berber ancestry you could tell from his color and features. The man in the fez stood behind her by the wall...

“I’m Captain Nasri. Senora, please have a seat,” he said gesturing to one of the chairs facing him.

“What is this all about?”

“You claim this is your passport, Senora,” he asked her holding up the document?

“Yes, of course.”

“Well, our Intelligence Service has reason to believe that you are Consuela Calvo Aragon.  She is wanted for questioning. Do you deny that you are her?”

“C....Consuela .....I have never heard this name before. What does this have to do with me? I am not this person.”

“Our Intelligence Service thinks you are traveling under a false passport.”

“All you have to do is check with the Spanish Embassy and you will see that I’m who I say I am. This is ridiculous.”

“Consuela Calvo Aragon is connected with the extremists who bombed Casablanca in 2003. The description matches you exactly. And you say - most definitely - that you are not this woman.....YES?”

“Yes.....YES....”

“Well, it is out of my hands Senora.  I have orders to hold you. You will be questioned by the Intelligence Service. They are sending a man over.  I am not at liberty to take you at your word.  My hands are tied, as they say.” 

He cleared his throat.

“I advise you to be cooperative.  It will not help your situation if you do not tell them everything you know.  Trust me on this.  Do you understand?  I’m trying to be helpful, Senora.”

He tried a weak smile as he said this, but Perla was now on high alert and stood up. When she did so, the man in the fez who brought her, grabbed and pushed her back to the chair. Seated, she looked at him and realized that he must be with the “Intelligence Service”.

“Sit down,” he said to her in a voice he had not used before.

Perla was almost hyperventilating with fear at this point.

“W.....w...what about my son?”

“We will hold him here. He will be fine.”

“I ....uh.....I want to call my Embassy.”

“All in good time. Right now, you will wait. Just relax. I am trying to help you. Trust me. Tell me the truth. This is not your passport....is it?

“For the third time, YES...it is my passport.”

The man shrugged his shoulders and nodded to the man in the fez. With that, he hustled her out, but grabbed her purse from her and gave it to the Captain.

“W.....w....where are you taking me,” she asked him as he pushed her to the door?

“To a waiting room. Just relax.”

He made her go back the way they came until they came to a stairwell. He led her down the stairs. It turned out to be long series of stairs.  Down two floors. It was like being taken down to the bowels of the place. She felt goose bumps on her arms. Finally, they could go no lower - they were in the basement.

Down a long corridor, the man in a fez led her to a door, opened it and pushed her inside. It was a room with no windows. There was a single bare, bright light bulb in the ceiling.

There was a big rectangular table and four chairs, a beat up metal cabinet, several buckets, a coiled rubber hose and a small sink. The floor was bare concrete with a drain in the center of the room. It was a very unfriendly place. And then she heard a scream from somewhere.  It seemed like it came from down the corridor. Perla shuddered.

“Sit down there,” the man in the fez said.

Chapter 3

Psychological Torture

Then he stood behind her against the wall. They waited.....and waited. After ten long minutes, a man showed up.  He was tall, heavy-set, middle-aged, balding and paunchy with a small moustache`. He wore a dark suit and tie, and carried a folder. He sat down and began studying the papers without acknowledging her. Perla was sitting in a chair facing him across the table. He finally introduced himself.

“I am Senor Abidi”.

Actually, that was not his name.  He was a senior interrogator from the Direction Generale de la Surete Nationale (DGSN) - Moroccan domestic intelligence. His Spanish was very good, she noticed. He went back to ignoring her and studying the contents of the folder. Periodically, his eyebrows would arch or he would purse his lips like he found something very interesting in the folder.

“These reports I have here...... From what I see.....I say you are Consuela Calvo Aragon. What do you say?”

“That is crazy. I am a Spanish citizen. I am just a homemaker, a mother. I am here on vacation with my son. I have never heard of this woman. This is a case of mistaken identity. If you call my embassy, you will see. This is mistaken identity.”

“Of course you would say that, Senora.”  Then his tone changed. “Do you think you can get away with lying to me?  If you lie to me, I will take strong measures with you. Do you understand what strong measures are, Senora?”

Perla did not understand and instead began pleading for mercy.

He said, “We have no mercy for infidels who help extremists. Admit you are Consuela. You help the extremists who bombed us. Admit your true identity and give me the names of all the members of your cell. And then you can go.”

Perla, of course, had no names to give him. This made him very angry.  He began to attack her verbally.  He called her a puta and a bruja and threatened her.  He said he knew what to do with sluts like her. He kept asking her over and over to admit she was Consuela Calvo Aragon.

All poor Perla could do was say, “no, I am not this person.... please believe me.” 

Suddenly, the door burst open and two men entered the room. They had Benito with them. One of them was the younger man who drove them. The other man was a tough looking brute dressed in dark trousers, a black T-shirt and scuffed black shoes. He wore dark sunglasses. 

Perla was glad to see Benito, and tried to get up to embrace him, but Abidi restrained her.  Over her protests, the two men handcuffed the boy to the chair next to the one she was in. When she protested, Abidi motioned to the man who arrested her, who then grabbed her and pulled her arms back thru the bars of the chair.

As he cranked her arms up and twisted her wrists, Perla cried out.  This frightened Benito who began crying.  Cuffed and helpless, he had been in a state of shock ever since they separated him from his Mama.  He had been taken by the younger man to a holding cell. He tried to ask questions, but was rebuffed. 

Finally, he was brought to this room.  And, before he knew what was happening, he was cuffed to a chair.  He did not understand what was going on.  Near panic, when the man began hurting his Mama, he burst into tears.

Perla saw his tears and her heart went out to him, but she stifled her own tears, so as not to alarm him further.  He looked terrified, but from what she could see, he was unharmed. But to see him handcuffed and crying made her heart break.  She tried to say something, but was told to, “shut up.”  So she made eye contact with him instead to reassure him.

“Just relax Consuela. The boy is only here a witness, that’s all. You can stop this at any time. All you have to do is admit you are Consuela.”

“I can’t do that..... Because I am not her. When are you going to understand I’m telling the truth?”

“That’s what I want, Senora. The TRUTH.  But since I do not believe you, It’s going to be very hard on you. I don’t think you understand how hard.”

Perla kept protesting. Then, when it seemed Abidi had lost his patience and was ready to hit her, his demeanor changed. He backed off and began grinning at her..... like a wolf.  He picked up a black case from the floor and set it on the table. He began unbuckling the straps.

“I have something here I want to show you, Senora.”

He reached in and pulled out a machine and set it on the table.  It was about the size of a toolbox with dials, knobs, and connection ports on the front side.  Perla’s eyes widened in wonder, as she did not know what to make of it. He took out coils of wire with connectors on them too. It looked like some sort of generator or amplifier.

“Oh,” was all she said. She kept blinking her eyes nervously.

Abidi had a briefcase with him too. From this, he brought out a slim wand of some sort, with a blue plastic handle, a red shaft. The head of the thing had two metal prods very close together.  Both mother and son stared at it.

Neither of them knew what it was, but it was fearsome looking. Benito saw the panic in his mother’s eyes and she saw the dread in his. But there was

nothing either of them could do. The feeling of helplessness was overpowering.

“This is an electro-torture machine,” Abidi said with a smile, patting the box.  I like to hook it up to all the sensitive places,” he said with a wink.

“And this....this is an electrified cattle prod,” he said holding up the prod.  This shocks in a different way. It is a hot stinging pain. Like being stung by a bee or burned by a cigarette.  For the tits, the ass.... the private parts. You understand?”

“Oh.....God,” was all Perla could say.

She put her knuckle in her mouth in fear and kept shaking her head from side to side, as if to wish it all away.  Benito hung his head and began sobbing again.  He was scared.  Abidi took off his coat and draped it over his chair.

Then he came over, bent down and whispered in Perla’s ear, “if you don’t want to see your son tortured, you must do as I say – understand? You follow my orders and I will not hurt the boy. Understand?  Are you going to be a good girl,” he said with a sadistic grin?

“Y...y...yes.”

“Good.”

“Get up and stand over here.”

He had her stand so she was in the middle of the room. The others yanked the chair Benito was sitting in around so he was facing her.  Perla stood there nervous, waiting...... wringing her hands.  Abidi told her in a soft voice to take off her top and her shorts. The Spanish mother gulped.... looked at him and then at the devices on the table. 

She knew she had no choice. It was either do his bidding or risk seeing Benito tortured.  Her fingers were trembling as she took off her top, a short-sleeved yellow cotton blouse. Abidi took it from her and tossed it to one of the men.  Unbuttoning her khaki shorts, she let them slip down her thighs.

When they were around her ankles, she kicked them off.  She was blushing now like mad. There were sweaty tendrils of her thick, dark brown hair pasted to her flushed cheeks. One of the men picked up the shorts. Perla stood there trembling in her bra, panties and sandals.

She had never felt more vulnerable in her life.  She felt as though it were she was watching herself in a movie.  She crossed her arms over her bosom.  She began to shiver. Abide looked her over with a dirty smirk on his face.

“Walk over there,” he told her. 

She was very conscious of her breasts and put her hands over the bra cups. Abidi made her drop them.  He made her walk back and forth.  Perla looked over at Benito and then looked away – blushing.  She was in shock being made to display herself.  She wanted to die.  She felt the hot tears in her eyes. 

She did not know what to do with her hands.  She kept opening and closing them, balling them into fists.  He had her stand in front of the boy and turn around slowly – making her exhibit herself.

Abidi went over to the sink, picked up the smallest bucket and filled it with cold water. He went to her and slowly poured the water over her shoulders to wet her bra and on her hips and buttocks to wet her panties.  It pasted the thin cotton undergarments to her.  Benito and the three other men could now see everything she had. 

Perla covered her face with her hands - sick with shame.  Abidi then made her turn around again.  Perla was so conscious of her nipples and her hairy mound showing thru her wet panties, she wanted to shrivel up and die.  Then, he made her BEND OVER. 

Benito’s eyes went wide involuntarily as Abidi roughly pushed Perla’s head down so that her big ass was right in front of his face.  Now, he could see her dark, hairy crack and the pulpy purse of her pussy outlined in the wet material of her crotch. Benito gulped and tried not to stare, but it was an awe-inspiring sight.

There were a few wispy tendrils of her pubic hair poking out of the leg bands of her panties.  Her labia were so plump and full that her “camel-toe” was all too visible.  Benito felt a stirring in his pants.  It made him feel guilty and worked to push the thought out of his mind.

“Wiggle your ass,” Abidi ordered her.

When Perla hesitated, Abidi went to his briefcase and pulled out a heavy leather paddle. The thing had been made from the heavy leather used for shoe soles.  It was one centimeter thick and about the size of a sheet of typing paper folded in half. There were a series of holes drilled over the surface. 

He bounded back around the desk, like a big cat, and grabbed her by her hair and roughly yanked her around.  Then, rearing back he brought the paddle down on her wet panty covered buttocks. It landed with a loud, hot, wet sound, “smack”.

“Wriggle your ass when I tell you to, slut.”

Benito’s eyes were bugging out of his head. Here was his mother with her buttocks fully on display, and now Mama was getting a “spanking”.  Abidi gave her several hot, hard ones on her wet panty covered cheeks.  The wet cotton did not protect her; in fact, it made it hurt more. 

Benito felt powerful feelings stirring in his teenaged loins as Abidi kept her bent over.  He kept hitting her methodically and hard.  Each one sounding like a pistol shot as it landed with a satisfying sound on her fat ass cheeks.

Mama began sobbing like a little girl with each blow.  The paddle was deceptively cruel. The holes lessened resistance so it could be swung harder and faster to provide more “cutting edges” to torment tender flesh.  Perla hung her head, moaning and crying as he beat her.  Everyone now had an erection. It was a sexy sight.  Perla cried out after each blow, as her ass jiggled with each blow.

“If you don’t want more of a beating, wiggle your ass, slut.”

Perla had no choice. She began waggling her hips back and forth, like a whore encouraging a customer to fuck her. And the more she did it, the harder her son’s penis got.  Abidi applied the paddle demandingly to her full cheeks to insure she performed to his satisfaction.  He could see it was making the boy hot. Actually, it was made everyone hot. 

Perla was an attractive matron with big breasts and full buttocks. All four men sported erections, in addition to the boy.  And Perla was feeling the strain.  She had started to sweat, under not only her arms, but also her neck, breast and back. The room was warm and the stress was getting to her.  Abidi made her stand and face the boy again.

Then he told her, “take off your bra.”

Perla’s face went white.  She was overwhelmed and began sniffling, trying hard to stop from crying.  She did not want to lose control of her emotions for her son’s sake, but exposing her breasts was a horrifying thought.  The hot feelings of shame were so strong that she could not stop weeping.  She now realized that he was going to make her strip completely naked. 

Little did she realize that he was going to make her expose not only her body, but her soul too.  Abidi was a master at this sort of psychological torture.  He called it “family time”.  What he was doing now was breaking her defenses down with verbal abuse and the humiliation of exposure in front of her son.  It would soon escalate.

Perla knew she had no choice, so she unsnapped her bra, crossed her arms and let it fall. He took it from her, and made her stand there with her arms at her sides.  He examined her bra and made a crude remark about the size of her tits. The others now chimed in and began insulting her, calling her names.  Perla looked at Benito, now staring at her tits.  She did not want him to, but there was no way he could not.  It was like a car wreck.  It is a terrible thing, but you have to look.

Her big breasts stuck out like ripe melons. She kept her hands at her sides and closed her eyes. Benito, try as he might, could not stop his body responding to the exposure of his Mama’s tits.  He had, like all teenage boys, been curious what her breasts looked liked.  He had even masturbated fantasizing about her like all teenage boys have done at least once. But never in his wildest imaginings had he pictured a scene like what was now before him.

His Mama was being forced into doing a striptease in front of him.  At first, his horror at their situation and especially the verbal abuse frightened him. But now, the overwhelming sight of his near naked mother dominated his mind.  He did not want to feel those feelings NOW, but his body was betraying him.  He was getting a real eyeful and his penis felt like it was going to explode.  And, little did he know how much more there was to come.

For Perla, having to strip in front of her son was the worst thing she could have ever imagined.  She was terribly embarrassed as her tits bobbed and jiggled with every move she made. Abidi continued to work her over psychologically. 

He ridiculed and insulted her - he made lewd remarks - he said that women with breasts like hers were only good for sex - he insulted her figure - telling her, she had a fat ass.  Perla was horrified, but what she could do?  Then he waved the file folder at her.  He said there were facts in there about her.....sordid facts.

“We know you’ve had affairs with young men. Isn’t this true?”

With her eyes, Perla told Benito to ignore what this man was saying.

Impatient with her resistance, Abidi told her, “TAKE OFF YOUR PANTIES.

Perla bit her lip and steeled herself for what was to come.  Benito was now of two minds: he wanted the ordeal to end, of course, but one part of his mind was very interested in seeing what Mama looked like without her panties.

“Oh God, please let me be strong, please let me be strong for my baby,” Perla prayed silently to herself, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white cotton panties and slid them down......

Abidi made her stand close to Benito.  She pulled them down and kicked them off.  The man who arrested her came over and took them from her. Then joking with the others, he lifted them up and sniffed the crotch.  Whatever he said in Arabic made the other laugh.  He handed them to Abidi who held the panties up to the light.  He made a comment that the crotch was soiled.  Then he smelled them. After this, he shoved them under Benito’s nose and made the boy smell them.

He told the boy his mother had a “hot pussy.”  Perla wanted to die.  She knew that her panties would have her odor on them.  Never in her whole life would she have dreamed of such an outrage.  It seemed like they were only in the market a few minutes ago, but now......they were in hell – lost in time and space. 

Benito found his arousal ballooning when he smelled the panties. He had sniffed his Mama’s panties on a number of occasions and used them as a masturbatory aid.  Abidi pushed her around so that she was facing away from the boy. Then he ordered her to BEND OVER again.

He told her to put her hands on her knees and, “spread your legs nice and wide to show your son your charms.”

Perla would have preferred a root canal at the dentist without anesthesia than be in that situation.  She was a very modest woman.  Her son had never seen her naked.  A person cannot imagine the shame she felt.

Abidi taunted her, “your file says you often go without panties. Look at your Mama’s pussy, boy. This is what she shows the men. Are you excited seeing your Mama’s pussy and asshole?”

He kept asking her what she thought it was doing to her son to see her like that. Was she ready to admit who she was?  Shouldn’t she be willing to admit the truth and spare both her and her son any further ordeal?  When she kept silent, he asked her if she thought she was doing the right thing - exposing herself to her son.  He kept asking Benito if he was getting excited by his Mama.  Abidi told her it was going to get worse if she didn’t cooperate. This is what he did to her next:

He made her go from man to man.  They began molesting her.  Each man did something different to her.  One made her put her hands behind her head and then he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them.  Another teased her nipples until they erected and then pulled and pinched them unmercifully.  The man who arrested her, Younis, rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and then gave her little openhanded smacks across her nipples.

Abidi began feeling her full buttocks.  He put his hands all over them examining her like a piece of meat.  He bounced her cheeks up and down lewdly in the palm of his hands, each fat cheek occupying one of his big hands.  Her dimpled hinds jiggled as he shook them.  It made her sick with shame.

At this point, she felt herself spinning out of control.  In addition to all the other emotions sweeping her, she began to feel a swelling and a familiar sensation in her loins and breasts, as they felt her up.  She knew these feelings and this made her more afraid.  More worrisome than anything was the fear that her body would betray her.  She would never be able to look her son in the face again if that happened.  She did not even want to think how she would feel if they made her cum in front of her son.

“Oh Mother of God, please protect me.....please save me.....and my son,” she prayed to herself.

She found the strength to say to Benito – “please sweetheart...please don’t worry.... we’ll survive.”

Poor Benito.  He alternated between struggling with his fears and his lust.  He was cuffed and there was little he could do.  One man was always behind him and when he made too much of a fuss, this man bent over to whisper threats in his ear - telling him he had better be “a good boy”.  He watched the men playing with mother’s breasts and it was obvious that some part of her was reacting.  He saw her nipples get pebbly and puckered. The dark areolas and the nipples were fully erect now.

And when one man pushed her to the next, his mother whimpered in a sexy way.  He felt his penis throbbing and tried to will it to go down.  Each man felt her up and when he had had his fun with her, he pushed her on.  They kept taking turns.  Abidi, from behind, grabbed her pussy. 

He grinned at the others and said, “Wet.” 

Then he laughed.  Benito wondered what else they were going to do to his Mama.......

They seemed to be really enjoying themselves.  The men did not seem threatening, at this point, as much as just crude and rough.  It was more like an army barracks, college locker room sort of atmosphere.  Like she was a sex toy and they were playing with her. 

And so it was to her horror that her nipples stayed erect in spite of her desire to control her body’s reactions. Abidi pointed this out.  This was very humiliating.  By calling attention to her arousal, he was rubbing salt in the wounds he had already inflicted on her.

“Hands behind your back, slut. Show the boy your big, nasty brown nipples. See how big they are ....boy.....and how they stick out.  Look at them.  They are hard.  Your Mama has the nipples of a whore,” he laughed and winked at Benito.

Perla silently cursed her body for betraying her, as Abidi again called her names and rubber her wet piss flaps. He did it until he got the 40-year-old Spanish mother so wet that Benito could hear the squishy sounds coming from between her legs. Then he held up his wet fingers. 

When he pushed her to the next man, Abidi came over and thrust his fingers under the boy’s nose.  Benito did not want to smell them, but there was no escaping.  Perla saw what he was doing and groaned.  She could not bear to see the look on her son’s face as Abidi made him smell her sex odor. 

“Only a “puta” gets wet like this boy. Can you believe your Mama? She has a hot pussy.  She’s a real slut,” he confided to the boy.

Then, to give her a deeper emotional shock, Abidi had the men put Perla in a very obscene position on her back on the table. They made her lie down with her legs spread and her hands behind her head. 

“Oh God.....please not any more...................no.....what are you doing to me......oh....Please.....don’t do this.....PLEASE.....”

Abidi made sure that Benito was seated right where he could have a clear view of the proceedings.  Then grinning, he slid his fingers obscenely up the inside of each plump thigh and said to her, “I need to give you a thorough exam.  I have to see if you’re hiding anything in your vagina.”

“Ohhh......no....no PLEASE don’t....”

He pushed her thighs to her chest and another man held them there.  A third man held her wrists over her head.  In this position, her buttocks were spread and her genitals and anus were completely exposed.  This is the position the doctor puts a woman in for a pelvic exam.  Abidi asked Perla if she was embarrassed, then slowly and methodically searched her “cavities”.  He gave her a complete pelvic exam.

“Oh God....please don’t do this to me. PLEASE.......PLEASE....”

“All you have to do is admit your true identity, Consuela. But you’d rather be difficult. So, your son can see everything you have. Did you notice the bulge in his pants? You are exciting him.....making him hard.  If you want me to stop, all you have to do is tell me the truth. That’s all.”

He made sure the boy kept looking at what he was doing.  In this position, she was exposing EVERYTHING to him.  It was very humiliating for Perla as Abidi pointed out all the parts of her pussy to him.  In effect, he gave him a biology lesson with his mother as the live exhibit. 

He told the boy that you could tell from her pussy that Mama was a puta.  As he said this, he was toying with Perla’s clitoris.  He had it out of its hood and was just teasing it expertly.  Her pussy was drooling and her juices were running down the crack of her ass.

“See her juicy pussy, boy? When a pussy gets hot and wet like this – that is a real slut.  See your Mama’s big pussy lips and her big clit. You see? And see how hairy she is - all around her pussy - and her asshole too?  Even up to her belly in a little line. See? Look at how wet your Mama’s pussy is. You can always tell a whore by how wet her pussy gets. Can you smell her? Her pussy smells nasty - NO?  Look at her nasty asshole.  Sluts like your Mama like it when you play with their shit-holes.”

He toyed with her anus and pushed his finger inside, making her groan.  Perla felt terribly violated.  His words were worse than the penetration.  They were like sandpaper on her soul.  She hated him for what he was doing to her.  She was sick thinking about what this was doing to Benito. 

It would scar him for life.  Abidi kept up a running commentary, pointing out her reactions.  Especially how wet she was.  He made her groan out loud when he put two fingers at the 1 o’clock position and began rubbing her pussy.

After this, he forced her up on her knees and elbows.  This also was a very shaming position.  She hung her head – knowing how exposed she was.  He son was right there and she knew he could see everything.  Abidi wormed a thick finger into her pussy and then a second one. 

He turned his hand so that his palm was down.  He probed all around to find her “sweet spot”.  He found what he was looking for: a bumpy spot inside on the front wall of her vagina.  He began rubbing and pressing the spot until he had Perla humping her hips against his hand.

Perla felt herself losing control.  He had found her G-spot and working it relentlessly - pushed her to an orgasm.  Her whole body and soul was screaming for her to be able to control herself, but no matter what she did - despite her best efforts to control herself - Abidi made her have a very wet orgasm.  Her hips began rocking and rolling.  He began a frantic frigging and she began spraying.  And then as her orgasm overwhelmed her, she squirted a huge amount of pussy juice.

She was so ashamed; she hung her head between her arms to hide her face when her orgasm subsided.  She knew that Benito had seen the whole thing.  Her juice had splashed all over the table; she had squirted so hard.  Abidi shoved his wet fingers under Benito’s nose again to give him his mother’s scent.

“Only a “puta” squirts her pussy juices like that, boy.”

Perla wanted to cry, but she did not want to upset her son any more than he was.  So, she stifled her tears.  But she was overcome by shame; the mental pain was so unbearable.  To have her son see her cum was mental torture of the worst kind.  She was so ashamed she wanted to die.  Benito had also been swept up by what Abidi did to her.  His penis was throbbing; his balls were starting to ache.  His teenaged penis needed to unload.  It was driving him crazy.

The whole thing was crazy.  Here he was in a basement, in the Middle East, and a stranger had masturbated his mother right in front of him.  He was overwhelmed - completely in the grip of what Abidi had created in the room.  Abidi, for his part, was only beginning to put the Spanish mother in distress.  From his coat pocket, he produced her VIBRATOR..

Now here in this dark, dank room, she was confronted by her hot red vibrator.  Actually, Captain Nasri had sent two men to collect all their things and check them out of the hotel. Riffling thru her under things, one of the men found the Jelly Hottie.  Now Abidi was waving it around.  He held it up and Perla’s face went white when she saw it.  She looked over at Benito to see his reaction.  He had a quizzical look.  Abidi saw the boy’s confusion.

“You know what it is, boy? This is your Mama’s sex toy.  Your Mama uses this to fuck her nasty pussy.  Oh, yes. Surprised to see this Consuela?  Is this what you use to fuck your slutty pussy when you cannot find a man?  Well, I didn’t want you to miss your daily fuck with your favorite toy.”

“Oh God............ forgive me...forgive me...”

Then Abidi raped her with her own vibrator.  He ran it slowly from her vaginal opening – sluicing it thru her wet labia to run the tip all around her clit.  And then worked it into her vagina.  At one point, Abidi forced the whole thing into her pussy – all nineteen centimeters – even the knob on the end. 

When Perla came, the clenching of her vaginal muscles made the vibe squirt out of her pussy.  Abidi showed the boy the nasty ring of “lather” around the base of the vibe.  Younis used a small camera to take some photos of Perla “performing”.  They would be useful to Abidi later.....

“Look, boy - your Mama cums like a cheap whore.”

“Yes, she is a hot Euro slut. The Spanish, more than the Italians or the French....they are the best,” Abidi said to his men.

He handed off the vibe to the man who arrested her.  He lubed it with grease and spit on her anus; then he forced about 14 centimeters into her rectum.  She cried out at the intrusion into her most personal hole.  But soon he had forced it past both sphincters and was thrusting it deep in her rectum.  He began to rub her clitoris too and while Perla kept her eyes closed and tried to will her body not to react, not to shame herself anymore in front of her son, he found a rhythm and made her cum this way.

Abidi told the boy as she was cumming, “Mama needs big things in her pussy and shit-hole, because she’s a whore.”

Perla Lopez Garcia covered her face with her hands in disgrace when it was over.  She knew her son would never see her same way again.  She began praying for God to spirit them both away from this place.  She prayed for a miracle; some way out of this hell.  She thought about giving in and admitting whatever he wanted her to say. 

She did everything she could to hold out.   As she was being defiling in her asshole with her own vibrator, Abidi pulled the boy’s pants down and made her look.  She was shocked to see Benito had a full erection.  The men teased him and his face got red. This made Perla even sicker inside.

“He’s such a baby, it’s understandable,” she thought to herself.  But, down deep, she was really upset that he was erect and aroused.  All this was real torture.  This was as bad as what they did to her later.  It was sexual humiliation.  Perla’s shame grew with each violation.  The mental abuse was terrible.  Abidi was an expert in mental torture. 

Abidi said to Benito, “if you cum, boy....... we’ll stop what we are doing to her - understand?”

This upset him. Perla too. They had put him in a bad position. By connecting his arousal to her torture, they were messing with his mind. Following this, Abidi made Perla stand.

“Stand up slut.  It’s not going to be all fun for you.”

He began squeezing her breasts roughly. The others pushed Benito in his chair around so he could see. One of them held her by her arms while Abidi squeezed her tits as hard as he could, making her yelp.  And when he began pinching and pulling her nipples, very hard, making her cry out. 

Then he gave her little smacks across her nipples with his open hand. Benito was struggling in his bonds and begging them to stop, but Perla saw he still had an erection. Then the men traded places.  Each of them took a turn hurting her tits.  After fifteen minutes or so, Abidi asked her if I was ready to admit to being “Consuela”.  Her tits were all red with the nipples swollen and sore.  Perla finally gave in to her emotions and began sobbing.

Next, they let go of her. She groaned and then holding her breasts, began a little dance - hopping up and down.  Benito watched his Mama’s tits lewdly bounce as she hopped up and down.  It was obscene and it made him want to cum even more.  Abidi eyed him carefully as Perla did her dance.

“PLEASE.......YOU MUST BELIEVE ME.  I am just a mother.  We are here on a vacation. I do not know who you want me to be.  I am just me. Please let us go.  PLEASE.”

“You are trying my patience. I think you need more “persuasion”.  He barked something in Arabic and the men hustled Perla up onto the table to get her on her elbows and knees.

Benito’s balls had pulled up tight in their sack and his penis was wet from his cockhead to his balls with pre-cum.  His eyes were glazed and his breathing was shallow.  Abidi came over, wiping the sweat off his brow with a handkerchief and smacked Perla on the back of the head at that moment.

“Rub your pussy, slut.....Rub it. Go on, I know you need it.”

Perla, commanded now to do what she had wanted to do but had been resisting, began to touch herself and within a moment, it was unmistakable......she was cumming.  She twisted and writhed and the grunts, moans and cries coming from her mouth left no doubt that she was having another orgasm. 

Benito’s eyes were bugging out of his head, watching his mother cum.  Benito stared at the sight of her hand on her pussy, unbelieving and transfixed.  Abidi sprang into action.  He got right next to the boy and reached down to grab his wet, slimy cock in one hand.  He began stroking him slowly. 

He kept up a stream of dirty talk to the boy and began to masturbate him. Squeezing his penis and stroking it slow and then fast - it didn’t take but a moment and Benito, retrained and on the boil for so long, began ejaculating like his soul was spurting from his prick.  He spurted so hard and so much that it looked like a fountain.

Benito went, “OOOHHH.”

The men, seeing the boy cum, began hooting and hollering.  This made Perla look over her right shoulder.  She saw her boy dropping a big load, stimulated by her disgusting display.  His penis spurted and spurted and spurted.  Her eyes flew open as she stared at his penis ejaculating baby batter. 

Some of his semen landed on her leg, but most of it splattered all over him; all over his lap, his thighs.....everywhere.  Abidi praised the boy, as he milked his penis for him.....stretching out the pleasure.  Benito had been on the boil for so long, he needed this cum; even if his own mother was the stimulus.  Benito whimpered and moaned softly as the older man milked his penis to get the last drop to fall.  Abidi wiped up some cum and went over to Perla.  He ordered her to open her mouth.

“No, please God, NO......please no....no....no.....”

“What’s the matter, don’t you love your son, Mama. Here, taste it.”

Then he wiped it on her tongue.  She had to taste it fully and then swallow.  Perla felt a  little sick. After all - this was her son’s semen.  Afterwards, both mother and child were devastated.  She hung her head and began to sob again. 

“Good girl,” Abidi praised her....

It was over; the whole humiliating ordeal. When she was done, she fell forward onto her knees and elbows; then sagged into a heap on the table.  Abidi left her there, curled up into a fetal ball.  She felt there was very little they could do to shame her any more at that point.  She could not look at her son.  She was so ashamed.

“It is normal for you to be excited seeing your Mama like this. It’s OK,” Abidi reassured Benito.

“Are you going to let us go now?”

“No.....your Mama must tell us all she knows. There are things she’s kept from you, boy. You can help. You just watch......OK?”

Benito looked at his mother.  She was sweaty with her hair disheveled; and seemed to be “out of it”.  After a few moments, Abidi began talking to her.  He was trying to evaluate how successful he had been in breaking her spirit.  She was torn by how her body reacted and totally horrified that her son had been aroused to orgasm.  She just lay there on the table in a puddle of sweat. 

Her breasts were sore from being slapped; her nipples and clitoris still swollen.  The men mocked her.  She felt their cruel taunts and mocking like arrows in her flesh.  She closed her eyes and tried to withdraw into her mind.  She heard Abidi’s voice.  Hands grabbed her and pulled her up.

Abidi pushed her over roughly to sit in a chair facing her son. He told Benito to look at her.  Having to sit there facing him was torture.  Perla felt so humiliated and ashamed.  So did Benito. His shorts were splattered with semen.

Abidi scooped up some of the “lather” from her pussy, showed it to Benito, and then wiped it on his nose and mouth. The boy recoiled, but the odor of his Mama was working on him subliminally. Abidi bent down to whisper in the boy’s ear.  Perla noticed and was sickened that her son’s penis was erect again.

She mouthed to him, “no baby..........no.”

But it was no use. Benito’s young body had spoken.  He was aroused by Mama, and even though the circumstances were foul, or perhaps because they were, his prick was hard.  This devastated his middle-aged Spanish mother.  She realized she was risking his mental health.  But the thought of yielding to Abidi’s demands was hideous.  She was paralyzed. 

She looked over at Benito and mouthed to him, “it’s going to be OK.”

She wished she believed it herself.  As Abidi kept her facing the boy, he asked her again to admit who she was. 

Chapter 4

Electro Torture

When she would not, he yanked her by her hair and asked her again, “are you ready to admit who you are?” 

She still could not. 

He said, “well, I have taken it easy with you. But now - I’m going to use the machine on you,” he growled at her as he pointed to the box.

Perla cringed in fear, as she was very afraid of electricity.  When Benito heard what they were going to do, he began struggling wildly in his bonds, but it was no use. Younis pushed him back down and warned him to, “Sit still”.  The other two men simply grabbed Perla, got her up on the table on her back and tied her hand and foot with her arms over her head and her legs spread. 

Bound, she felt very helpless.  Abidi brought out a small plastic bag filled with adhesive electrodes.  He sorted it all out and then he came and stood over Perla.  The machine sat at the foot of the table between her feet.

“You’ll tell me who you are after I warm you up with these, puta.”

He peeled the backing off one of the larger adhesive pads.  They were black and came in two sizes.  This one was 4 centimeters in diameter and the other was approximately half that size.  He tweaked and pinched her left nipple.  When it began to pucker and get more erect, he covered it with the pad and pressed down.  Her areolas were slightly larger than the pad. 

He did the same with her right nipple and then he attached wire leads to the pads and plugged the jacks into the front of the machine. The pads sat obscenely on her nipples.  After this, he attached 4 centimeter pads to each of her ankles above the anklebone.

Current applied there would stimulate two acupuncture points in each of her legs, which connected to nerves in her vagina and uterus.  Turned to a low setting, Perla was going to experience a “tingling sensation” in her calves and thighs. Then she’d feel “sparklers” in her pelvis. When he left the current on, the sensation would expand to her clitoris, vagina, uterus and her anus.

It would make her pussy run like a faucet had been turned on.  Abidi had made some women cum with this set-up.   Finally, he hooked up her clitoris and her anus to the machine.  A 2 centimeter pad over the clitoral hood and similar adhesive pad right glued to her tight brown rosette.  Perla, now wired up on six places on her body, began sweating nervously.  Beads of sweat were all over her face, neck and torso.....

“Please don’t do this. Please don’t shock me. I have nothing to tell you. My name is Perla Lopez Garcia. I’m just a tourist. I know nothing. Please Senor Abidi. PLEASE. DON’T HURT ME.........”

He ignored her whining, looked over at the boy and smiled.

“Now son, if you want me to stop shocking your Mama, all you have to do is cum. Then, I’ll stop hurting your Mama.  It’s up to you.”

Then he turned his attention back to Perla. The others came over to look at the connections and chatted in Arabic to each other.  Perla felt like a lab animal.

“Now it’s up to you Senora. All you have to do is admit you’re Consuela.  Or let your boy save you. All he has to do is cum for Mommy.  Isn’t that sweet?”

The horrible dilemma had taken Perla to an even more degraded place.

“Don’t do this to him.....don’t do this to me.........please......don’t......I can’t.......I’m not......no.....no....please.....Oh God.”

Abidi plugged the machine into a wall outlet and turned it on.  Perla watched him fiddling with the knobs and studying the dials.  Switched on, the transformer made a frightening humming sound.  Abidi told her to get ready. 

Then he turned on the current to her nipples.  The current felt only disagreeable, not painful at first.  It felt “nettlesome” more than “painful”.  But as he turned the dial to 5 (the scale went to 10), to Perla it felt like heated needles were pricking her or a swarm of bees were stinging her nipples and areolas.

She began writhing and squirming and found herself involuntarily biting her lip and arching up off the table.  It hurt now.  It felt like her breasts had something alive inside them.  They wobbled and flew all over her chest, as she struggled in her bonds and the current had its way with her.  The pain made her arch up and when the current was turned down; she collapsed on the table each time.

Abidi kept playing with the current, turning it up and down.  Then he just ratcheted it “8”. Perla began screaming as her nipples felt like they were being torn from her tits.  After a moment or two, he turned the knob so it rested on the “10” number.  Her howls sounded like an animal was being slaughtered and her breasts turned bright red. 

The nipples swelled up under the pads.  Then Abidi turned it down and switched this circuit off.  He turned his attention to the connections on her ankles.  Perla right away felt tingling sensations up and down her legs like “sparklers”.

As he turned it, up and left it on the feeling spread to her pelvis.  She felt the current deep in her vagina and in her womb.  Her vagina began drooling and then her cunt began spasming.  It was arousing and unpleasant, at the same time.  She could feel wetness running down her crack.  She began to squirm and writhe as it got her wetter and became more agonizing.  Then he really cranked it up....all the way to “7”.  The humming became a loud buzzing, and the feelings now took on a nasty edge.  She began crying out.

Abidi turned it up to the highest setting, “10”, and from her reaction everyone could see that the tension in her pelvis had became unbearable. Her whole body went rigid and her hips arched up.  She was bent into a bow supported only by her shoulders and her feet. Her mouth was open, but nothing came out.  Perla had never felt anything like it in her life. 

Sharp pain, cramps, the agony from muscles clenched so tight they screamed.  Then he turned the current off.  She sagged into a semi-swoon.  Abidi repeated the cycle: from arousing her at the lower setting to turning her into a rigid “bow” at the “10” setting.

Benito was horrified and perversely aroused.  He had some dark fantasies of his own and seeing a woman strapped to a table being given low amperage shocks to her nipples and pussy aroused him.  Even if the woman was his own mother.  Perhaps even because it was his own Mama.  He rocked back and forth on the seat, trying to relieve the unbearable tension he felt.  His penis was still hard and drooling his excitement.

When Abidi thought Perla might pass out, he turned it off the machine.  After a moment, he switched it back on again.  This time he made the juice go to her clitoris.  He added on override that made the current pulse.  Satisfied by her reaction, he left it there for a moment or two.  He saw her hips began twitching and rolling, indicating she was being aroused by the current.  It soon made the nubbin swell up with excitement. 

Perla thought she was going to go out of her mind.  It was arousing and painful at the same time.  He was stimulating her sex nerves in a new way.  Perla also felt the current in her bladder and it made her feel like she had to piss too.  Her sex nerves were being lit up like a pinball machine.  She began to whine and groan as it felt like she was being pushed into cumming, but the pain she felt made it an altogether “different” experience.

When he saw that he had aroused her, Abidi kept playing with her until she climaxed, screaming.  Then, he turned the current all the way up.  Perla then began screaming and her howls seemed inhuman.  It felt to her like bees were stinging her clitoris now.  Hundreds of bees were lancing her THERE, and injecting venom into the most sensitive part of her body. 

It was excruciating.  The sensations were so intense that she lost her breath.  She could hear herself shrieking like an animal in a trap.  She was making all kinds of animal noises.  She could not catch her breath.  Abidi saw this and turned it off.  Following this, he turned his attention to her anus.

When Abidi switched on the connection to her asshole, it made the two sphincters clench. At a higher setting they clenched so hard, it was painful and when he turned it down, they relaxed.  So, he played with the knob – twisting it up and down.....up and down....making his assistants chuckle as he worked her.  It was driving Perla out of her mind. 

Over and over, her poor anus - clenching and relaxing.  It made her butt cheeks clench and unclench too.  It felt like something was going in and out of her anus - sodomizing her. In the background, Perla could hear the men laughing and joking.  But the god-awful humming sound from the machine and her whimpers and moans filled the room.

In between shocking her, Abidi asked her for her “real name”.  Every time she refused to give him the answer he wanted, he turned the current to “9” or “10” on whatever circuit was switched on.  Most of the time, he concentrated on the one attached to her ankles – ratcheting it up quickly to “10” to make her hump her hips like she was trying to fuck an imaginary lover.  She jerked, twitched and heaved up and down. 

This made her whole body flush a deep red.  Her hips humped up and down like a jackhammer - her full, sweaty ass cheeks smacked the table and made a wet “slapping” sound each time.  He went from her nipples to her clitoris, her asshole, and then to her ankles. The Spanish Mama, bound like a butterfly to a board, screamed like a lunatic whenever he turned it up to “10”. 

“OHHHHH......PLEASE............PLEASE......PLEASE......PLEASE.....STOP.....STOP......STOP,” she begged.

Abidi switched on the pulse override to change what she was feeling; to shock her in a different way.  Trying to break her.  Then he would turn off the juice completely to let her catch her breath.  Finally, he was ready to blow her up and switched all four circuits AT THE SAME TIME.  He had it set at “5” and then he began turning it up....to “6” and up and up until finally they were at “9” – all of them. 

Perla was babbling like an idiot. Her tits flew around on her chest as she thrashed in her bonds – the nipples had swelled up to the size of strawberries.  Her buttocks clenched tight on the anal pad.  Her clitoris had swollen to the size of her pinky tip.  It was so engorged it had turned purple.

She gave a gargled scream and then lost consciousness.  She’d passed out.  Abidi flipped the machine off.  When she woke up, she was a mess.  Her nose was running.  Tears flooded her eyes and she was wet everywhere from drooling.  Abidi asked her if she was ready to confess. 

When she didn’t answer him, he went back to shocking her.  He gave permission to proceed to Younis to jerk the boy off.  He grabbed Benito’s penis and jerking it very slowly for a few strokes and then fast soon made the boy ejaculate as he watched his Mama undergoing electro-torture.

When the boy came, Abidi switched off the machine for good.  Perla was untied and lay there quite a while.  Eventually, he made her get up. That’s when she lost control of her bladder. When she stood up, she grabbed her lower belly, groaned and began to urinate uncontrollably. 

She pissed and pissed.  It splashed all over the floor. After that, she felt cramps, letting her know she was going to have an involuntarily bowel movement. The pressure became very strong and then there was nothing she could do to hold it in.

Abidi told Benito, “watch this boy. Mama is going to shit herself.” 

Perla half-squatted, her hands on her knees, and defecated.  Her feces landed wet and smelly on the wet concrete.  This was another terrible humiliation.  The shocks pushed her over the edge.  They had to hose the floor down to clean up all the mess. 

Perla had clenched her muscles so hard when she was shocked that her thighs, buttocks and back ached, and she was exhausted.  She wasn’t sure that if Abidi worked her over anymore, she could take it.  He pushed her into a chair and she slumped there, exhausted.  Abidi, a paper in hand, approached her.

He said, “sign this.”

She wouldn’t sign it.  Abidi considered that she might be telling the truth.  But he decided that he would work on her another day.  He had them take hose her down, get her dressed and then he left. 

Chapter 5

Confinement House

Younis and the other two took mother and son to a “confinement house” on the other side of the city.  There Perla and Benito would spend the night. Younis kept them separated in the car on the way over.  The boy in the front seat and she in the back.  The city was getting dark; it was almost night-time. 

The beat up old Citroen sped past the most familiar parts of the city to the old quarter.  Perla felt dreadful. She worried where they were going and what would happen to them next.  They wouldn’t let them talk, so the drive was even more stressful.  Perla was exhausted, sore and hungry.  So was Benito.  He had spent most of the afternoon in bondage. His muscles ached.

When they arrived, Younis hustled them out and into a house.  The streets were dirt, not paved and it seemed this part of the city was lit by candles, not electricity.  Once inside she could see that the furnishings were sparse and the place was a musty mess.  It looked like soldiers had bivouacked there.  Abidi was already there.

“Get them something to eat. Keep them separate. Put her in the small room in the back. Keep him down here,” he said to Younis in Arabic.

The three men got busy.  Within the hour, the pair were fed (couscous,  nuts, and apricots) and allowed to wash.  They let her clean herself in a dirty bathroom on the ground floor. And the boy was allowed to use the room to relieve himself and wash up.  Perla didn’t have to pee or defecate. She was empty from what they’d done to her.

But then it was time for bed and Abidi had a plan, which he now sprang on them. Wanting to add to their humiliation and stress, he made her strip down to her bra and panties and locked them in a tiny room. There was a single bed, with a dirty mattress and pillows, no sheets or covers.  The room was barely 2 meters by 3 meters.  The bed was only 1 meter wide.  He gave them a wooden bucket to urinate and defecate in.

And then he locked them in for the night. Mother and son would have to sleep on that narrow bed together.  At first, they didn’t talk much.  She just comforted him.  He wanted to talk about what happened and what she thought might happen, but Perla didn’t want to relive it.  She was in turmoil about what they were still facing.  Eventually she laid down. She wanted to fall asleep. 

He was wide awake.  The night was uncomfortable for both.  She didn’t want him to get too close, not after he’d had two orgasms watching her sexual abuse.  She was afraid that he would get an erection lying next to her, and she wasn’t ready for that.  Benito had been embarrassed by his body’s reactions too.  He too felt shame.

But with no bed covers, and the cold Moroccan night, they had to rely on each other for warmth.  And so they did end up uncomfortably close together with all the mental strain proximity produced.  It didn’t help Perla that Benito’s erection pressed against her on and off during the night.  And using the bucket became a huge embarrassment in the tight confines of the tiny room.  The sights, sounds and the smells when they had to “go” were another violation of their dignity and privacy.  Neither got a great night’s sleep. 

The night spent lying next to her son had only made things worse for Perla.  Both mother and son had not been the comfort they should have been to one another.  The ordeal had created tensions between them that were psychologically difficult for both of them to deal with.  And it promised to get worse.

And the morning came all too soon.  At 7am, Abidi had Younis rouse them and bring them down the first floor.  Two more assistants were present.  All together, there were now six men on the detail.  They were in shirtsleeves, rolled up to the elbow.  Four wore “shades”.  Only Abidi and Younis did not.

“Did you sleep well, Consuela,” Abidi asked her?

Perla didn’t say anything. Then she asked, “have you contacted our embassy?”

“Many things are in motion, but for all your government cares, you’re a non-person.  The passport we found on you has been reported stolen.  We sent a wire to your embassy that it was stolen by you - Consuela Calvo Aragon.  And our people have filed a claim on behalf of Perla Lopez Garcia, who may or may not be in Seville.  In the meantime, you are still under my care,” he chuckled.

And today, I have more men at my disposal to “entertain” you.  Have you met my staff? You know Number One, Two and Three.  I have two more here today: Number Four and Five. Say hello men....”

Two husky, dark complexioned young men grinned at her.  One had gold teeth.

“Would you like to see what I have in store for you today?  Or are you ready to confess?”

“MOTHER OF GOD......NO MORE....PLEASE.”

Frightened now that no one knew where they were; that they had dropped between the cracks and having Abidi threaten them again - all this got to Perla.  Her emotions were at the ragged edge.  She became agitated, and tried to struggle in the grasp of the two men who came over to take charge of her.

“Get your hands off me.”

“Bring her to the PLAYROOM,” Abidi said to Younis.  Perla had already begun sweating, and the sun wasn’t very high in the sky yet.  She whispered to Benito over her shoulder, “courage baby.”

Hustled down the hall, the two were steered into a large room, maybe 4.5 meters by 6 meters in size.  This would have been the dining area - just off a kitchen.  There was cheap linoleum on the floor.  It looked like there was a pattern, but the floor was dirty and you couldn’t tell where the pattern ended and the dirt began.  A big rectangular table with several chairs up against the far wall by the window (covered with butcher paper and masking tape). 

There was a heavier wooden chair with straps for the wrists and ankles that guarded the entrance to the kitchen.  Catching both their eyes was a heavy post with hooks mounted at various heights.  And a ceiling pulley with rope - the whole business attached to a heavy hook in the central beam.  On the left was a wooden horse with a sharp edge sitting up against the wall.  But most prominent device in the room was right in the center - a doctor’s gynecological table complete with stirrups.

“Oh, Mother of God......Madre Dios save me,” Perla wailed as she looked around and saw what fate had prepared for her.  She raised her eyes to heaven and clasped her hands to her bosom as if in prayer.

“Strap the boy in the chair,” Abidi said to Younis in Arabic.

When Numbers Four and Five began took hold of him, Benito began flailing about wildly and Perla tried to intervene, but these men were too strong and just overpowered him.  Benito was not that big.  Younis grabbed Perla and held her back.  She began wailing and crying.....

“Stop it, we haven’t done anything to you yet, whore,” he said to her.

“You know what I want Consuela.  Confess and you’ll avoid what I’m going to do to you today.  Take a look around and tell me what you want,” he asked again?

Perla looked over at the gynecological table and then she gaped at assistant Number Two coming out of the kitchen holding the “box” from yesterday.  He had already lined up two cattle prods, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a pair of pliers, a thin rattan cane and the paddle from yesterday. 

She gulped and said, “Will you let my son go. Please.....he doesn’t have anything to do with this. Please.”

“And let him miss all the fun?  Don’t be ridiculous, Consuela.  Just tell me that’s who you are and you’ll dodge the bullet, as they say.  If not, it’s show-time. Well?”

She looked over to where they were pulling down Benito’s pants.  She could see he was terribly humiliated.  What straight teenage boy wants to be stripped by strange older men in front of his mother?  She bit her lip as they strapped him into the chair.  Then she looked at Abidi.

“What will happen to me if I say I’m Consuela?”

“Well, you can look forward to helping our government deal with the terrorist problem. Wouldn’t that be a worthy thing?”

“But I’ll end up in prison, won’t I?”

“I can’t say for sure.”

Perla knew he was lying.  If she admitted she was Consuela, her life was over.  She knew that; and couldn’t do it.  She resolved to hold out.  Somehow her embassy.....her government.....someone responsible here in Morocco would come and free her.  So she gritted her teeth and said, “No.”

“OK. You know what to expect.  If you don’t want me to hook the boy up to the machine. And you know I’d really like to do that.  I know how to make his penis spurt over and over again with the machine.  I’d hook it up to the head of his prick and his asshole, and one on his balls.  Would you like to see that?”

His sick sadistic character was showing; just the way he ran down the details of what he’d do to her son put his true self on display.  Real sick.  He frightened her to no end.

“So, if you want to see him spared, you do a strip-tease for us again.”

It was just as hard for her this time as yesterday.  Without another word, she took off her bra and then her panties.  She was already barefooted.  She hung her head in shame when she was naked.  They got around her in a circle.  She had to go from man to man again. 

Hands were everywhere on her -  grabbing her tits - squeezing them - rolling the nipples - pinching and pulling on them - slapping her butt - .grabbing her pussy - insinuating their fingers into her crack, front and back. They called her names as soon as she started showing signs of arousal again.

When her nipples got erect, they made sure the boy saw.  When her pussy got wet, the same.  Then Abidi roughly bent her forward, making her sweaty hair and her tits hang down.  He kicked her feet apart.  Younis grabbed a hank of her hair - here was a man holding her by each shoulder as Abidi worked his fingers into her pussy – first one, then two and finally a third finger. 

Abidi wiggled his fingers all around her hot, wet hole, seeking the “urethral sponge”.  When he found it, he pressed and rubbed it and soon made her pussy spasm and squirt juice; this lit a fire in Benito’s loins and his penis began jerk and swell.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.......oh....OH.......OH.......OH......OH....GOD,” she groaned as she came.

Abidi stuck his chin out to point at the boy - then grinned at Younis.  Perla slumped in their grasp after cumming, but Abidi and Younis hauled her up to make her stand on a small round wood pedestal.  Abidi tied her wrists together and strung her up, hands over head, using the ceiling pulley.  He left enough slack in the rope so she would be able to move.  Numbers Two and Three went over to the table to fetch a pair of cattle prods.

“Here’s what I want, Consuela. You shake your ass .......and make your tits jiggle. Hump your hips like there’s a big cock you want up your pussy.  And don’t disappoint my men behind you. Numbers Two and Three will be watching your ass – so every once in a while push your ass out and wiggle it - like you’re inviting them to sodomize you....fuck your dirty shit-hole. Got it?”

“Ohhh,” she groaned.

Numbers Four and Five shoved Benito in his chair across the linoleum so that he was facing his mother.  On the pedestal, her pussy was about the same level as his head. Younis put on a tape and a Berber melody began playing: lutes, flutes, a drum....belly dancing music.

“Dance slut,” yelled Abidi above the music.

Perla began to do a very gentle “bump and grind” - not very erotic; it was just enough to placate her tormentors.  That’s when Number Two struck.  He jabbed her right buttock and pressed the button the prod.  Jolted by the current, she began to hump and roll her hips. 

It left a “bite” mark: two red dots on her dimpled cheek.  Younis began clapping his hands to encourage her to get into it.  Benito watched like a deer in the headlights.  He had never seen this side to his mother.  He wondered if Abidi could bring out things in people that weren’t true...

“Shake your tits,” whore, Abidi barked at her.

When she didn’t respond with enough enthusiasm, assistant Number Three, his eyes full of lust and cruelty stepped forward and switched his prod on.  He jabbed her right cheek and then pressed the tip into the dark crack between her buttocks and the shocks were so sudden and intense, that Perla humped, making everyone, except Benito, laugh.  So he did it again – down lower. Each time he jabbed her with the prod, it left two little red spots.

His partner joined.  He used the tip of his prod all along her dark crack repeatedly, and now Perla was a woman possessed.  She began humping – doing a “bump and grind” and shaking her tits like her life depended on it.  She remembered to push her ass out and wiggle it. 

Very erotic; it seemed like she was spreading her ass cheeks for an anal fuck. Soon, her ass was scored in a dozen places from the cruel tips of the prod.  Her legs buckled, her cheeks quivered and the red marks gave way to swollen welts on her ass cheeks, leaving her stippled with cruel reminders of the game.

At the end, she sagged in her restraints, weeping softly.  Her ass was covered with red welts all over her buttocks.  Her crack was stippled with a dozen pairs of welted marks.  She hung in her bonds when Younis turned the music off.  Benito had been mesmerized by her performance.  His penis was stiffly outlined in his shorts. They had taken control of his mind – making him think about his Mama’s hot sex.

Abidi asked her again to confess, but to no avail.  He yanked her by her thick hair over to the center of the room and forced her down on her knees.  He had been looking forward to degrading her.  She was made to kneel on the linoleum floor sitting on her calves with her hands behind her head.  Abidi unzipped and took out his cock and balls. Perla began to cry.

“Please don’t do this to me.  PLEASE,” she said.

His lust was obvious: his cock was hard, hot and fully erect.  He had olive brown skin that gleamed with perspiration.  He held his cock like a tool or a weapon.  As she stared like a hypnotized bird, he deliberately wagged the dark purple glans at her, displaying himself.  She could see the domed head already shining with the slimy seepage of his growing excitement. 

He put his hand on his hip in a swaggering gesture.  The thick shaft of his circumcised cock reared up - putting the purple helmet right in her face.  He grinned, his lips slack and wet with lust as he saw her staring at it.  She was thinking to herself, “Oh, God - it’s big”.  It was a big one - about 5 centimeters longer and thicker than average.  He took her chin and forced her head up.

He began rubbing the wet tip all over her face getting his pre-cum in little snail trails everywhere.  Then, he forced open her mouth… yanked her head around by her hair and enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on his cock.  And when she flattened her tongue so he could run the entire length of his cock over its silky surface; getting it wet and harder, Younis elbowed Number two and chuckled at her sluttish behavior.  Soon Abidi had his cock fully in her mouth and he had her sucking on it like a baby….

It was a struggle to most of his length into her mouth.  Sucking and working it with her tongue and lips, but when his cock touched the back of her throat, she gagged.  Then Abidi, grabbing her by the hair again, and put one hand under her chin and pulled her head back and forth to make her take more of it…taking all the control away from her.  She began drooling.  Her mouth got wet and messy and strings of saliva mixed with his pre-cum began were whipped into a frothy mess very quickly.        

Soon, he was forcing his whole cock into her mouth – just face fucking her.  He had a large cock and now he set the pace.  With her hot mouth engulfing his most prized possession, his cock reached its full erect size, and taking the whole thing in her mouth became a challenge.  He forced it into her throat - past the back of her tongue and made her gag repeatedly. 

She coughed and gagged and he took it out to let her get her breath.  Strings of mucus and saliva dripped from her mouth.  With her eyes tearing, her nose beginning to run and her mouth salivating like mad, she was just a little fuck puppet now. When she caught her breath, Abidi grabbed her hair – yank her head around a little and then holding his cock in one hand.........force her to suck it again.  A very cruel game.

When he went slowly, she could handle it and only gagged a little.  But when he began fucking her faster, he made her drool, gag and cough.  Her throat muscles tightened involuntarily every time she felt his cock touch the back of her tongue.  She struggled to control her “gag” reflex.  His excitement by now had gone to the “next level”. 

He grabbed her head in both hands and just fucked her face.  The slow, rhythmic pace was gone.  She began to feel that she was going to lose it.  Her throat tightened up, no matter how hard she tried to relax.  Her nose ran from the gagging and tears dripped down her cheeks.  She was drooling so much, it dripped down to wet her tits.

She was of two minds: on one hand, it was rough and unpleasant…he was raping her mouth…. and yet she was aroused.  It stimulated her to have a man take control and use her for his pleasure.  Her “Eros” button was being pushed hard.  The more Abidi took control of her, the more aroused she became.  Soon her pussy was very wet again and she slobbered pussy juice down the insides of her thighs.

With both hands on his hips, she tried to hold him back.  She banged on him with her balled fists to get him to give her a breather; she was hungry for air. Abidi stopped only for a moment - then resumed reaming her mouth.  She tried not to gag, to swipe at her nose, and avoid choking on all the saliva and pre-cum pooling in her mouth.  She couldn't swallow it all, so it just dribbled and ran down her chin leaving her sloppy and messy like a whore.

When she gagged, it made her whole body jerk.  And then embarrassingly, her body convulsed so strongly she farted.  She worried she might wet herself too. His hands got tangled in her hair. This, too, only seemed to inflame him, as he kept pushing his cock all the way to the opening to her throat.  Then, something snapped in her and she just went limp like a doll. 

Soon, with her lips forming a tight seal around his shaft and her tongue on the underside of his penis, his cock went in all the way and his hips did a little jig, his breathing became labored, he began to grunt, and then he rammed it and held it there. Perla gagged as the first spurts of his ejaculation hit the opening to her throat.

He kept spurting: six or seven big gushes.  Semen backed up and shot out of her mouth in a torrent.  There was so much.  She had to gulp and gulp to swallow the load.  She coughed and it was a sloppy cough.  His cock popped out and the last spurts slopped on her lips and chin.  She moaned as he milked the last bead of semen on her face. He used the tip of his cock to smear cum all over her lips, nose and chin. 

He made her kiss his cock and then slapped her face with it - finally rubbing the wet tip all over her mouth. She was a mess when he was done.  Her eyes were red - saliva and semen was everywhere and her lips swollen.  He did not allow her to wipe the mess from her face.  He left it there to humiliate her further. 

She was emotionally spent.  Younis released Benito from his bonds and pushed the boy over to her. They pulled down his shorts and embarrassingly, his penis was fully erect and throbbing.  He had been on the boil so long...... Perla stared at his penis, so close to her face. 

She stared, like a hypnotized bird, at the slit and his foreskin partially covering his “helmet”.  He stared at his mother’s face - wet and smeared with a nasty mixture of cum and saliva.  Abidi grabbed her head and made her open her mouth to take her son’s prick.

All the men watched him push/pull her head on the boy’s prick. This was a victory for Abidi and his “family time” methods.  Making her commit an incestuous act got her that much closer to breaking.  It had worked many times in the past.  Perla was in a trance now anyway. 

Younis held the boy with his arms twisted behind his back.  Abidi held Perla by the chin and her head and shoved her head so that she took her son’s penis all the way into her mouth – making her gag.  And then he pulled her head back, like she was a doll.

His penis popped out and she coughed – allowing a torrent of thick saliva pour from her mouth.  She barely took a breath before Abidi forced her mouth back onto her son’s prick all the way to the root.  She gagged and convulsed and as she squeezed and sucked Benito’s penis, it was just what it needed - and he began ejaculating.

She sucked his prick until the last salty-sweet drop was on her tongue.  When he was done cumming, Abidi let go of her.  His prick was still hard.  She was half sobbing and gasping.  She tried to wipe up the mess from her lips and chin.....as Abidi and Number Three strapped Benito to the chair again.  This time only by his wrists.....

“Fuck her mouth,” Abidi said to his men in Arabic.

The all dropped their trousers and shorts and crowded around her.  On her knees, like a back-alley whore, they used her.  Abidi stood behind her to shove her head back and forth.  Younis started first.  He forced his slim circumcised penis into her mouth and then in turn, the others introduced her to their cocks.  Number Three hogged her for awhile and quickly shot his load. 

She was slobbering so much that it dripped down his penis and began to drop.  He pulled out as he was ejaculating and sprayed her face.  The hot streams splashed on her lips, nose, cheeks and chin.  Soon, Number Four took control – he held his brown cock in the one hand and grabbed onto her a hank of her hair with the other; and just face-fucked her.  Abidi pushed on the back of her head to make her take even more.

This made her gag, but when he came, he just kept reaming her mouth methodically and you only knew he’d cum by the fluffy cloud of cum that appeared on his cock and her lips as he stroked in and out of her mouth, like a machine.  It began to dribble down to her chin.  When he was done and shaking the drops off on her face and hair, Number Five’s hard cock quickly appeared just above her face.  He and Mama locked eyes and Perla turned away when she saw the look on his face.

He stared wide-eyed - seeing his Mama suck cock. There was a huge, obscene glob of semen on the left side of her face. Strands of her hair were embedded in it.  More semen ran in thin rivulets down her sweaty neck.  Abidi had made her look like a cheap back alley whore.  He brought out a mirror and shoved it in front of her face to make her look at herself.

“Look at yourself – you’re a sloppy whore,” Abidi said to her.

What happened had really messed with Benito’s mind.  He watched as semen flooded her mouth, making her groan and sob.  Smaller spurts grazed her upper lip when a cock pulled out and drops were shaken off on her hair and face.  Younis barely got his cock in her mouth before he began spurting like a fountain. 

Some of the pearl jam ended up on her tongue, some covered her nose.  She half moaned and sobbed as they gang-raped her mouth and used her like a cum dump.  She was wet on her hair, face, neck and tits.  Abidi reached around and smeared the cum all over her face; wiping up the excess to deposit it in her mouth. 

He rubbed it all over her mouth and onto her tongue.  She gagged like she was going to throw up.  He barked something in Arabic and Number Two and Four took a position in front of her.  They held their cocks like they were getting ready to piss. And then they did.  They aimed their streams at Perla’s mouth. Abidi kept her mouth open with two fingers and as her mouth filled, it poured out and down to run down her chin and wet her tits and belly. She had to swallow some of it and after she did, she groaned and sobbed.

Then Younis needed to piss and he treated her to face-washing.  Abidi held her head tilted back as Younis hosed her from her nose and mouth to her tits, making her sputter, gag and cough.  When he was done, he shook his cock so the remaining drops of urine landed on her.  Abidi let go of her then.  She coughed at the taste of piss.  Abidi and Younis also spit on her. 

Perla felt she was going to vomit.  She tried to control her gag reflex but it was too much and she threw up.  Wet with semen, saliva and urine everywhere, Abidi made her stand for inspection.  Perla wiped her eyes so she could see. He and Younis made her face her son.  She felt totally degraded.  It was torture for both of them to see her in such a state. 

“UUUhhhhhhhh.....oh...ohhhhhhh....oh,” she groaned.

Abidi got her file folder – the one he showed her yesterday - came over and held it up in front of Benito. He pulled out a photo.

“Look at this, son. This is from her file. It’s a picture of your Mama taking a big, black cock. See it?  Maybe you don’t know your Mama.”

Younis had taken a photo of Perla yesterday when she was bent over with her legs spread and “photo-shopped” a picture that had her taking a big, black dick.  It was a pretty convincing piece of work.  Abidi flashed it at Benito, not giving him time to study it, but showing him enough to plant a dark seed in his mind.  That she really was a puta. 

And insinuating the thought into the boy’s mind that maybe his mother was really Consuela.  He wanted to corrupt the boy and turn him.  All of this was part of his plan to mentally torture Perla and break her.  If he was successful in warping the boy, he would have another trump card to break her.

Snapping the folder shut, he turned on his heel and barked in Arabic to Younis, “fuck the bitch.”

They bent Perla over the table and kicked her legs open.  They pushed Benito right beside the table so he could see. Abidi, wearing just a “wife-beater” undershirt, went first. Holding his erection in one hand, he approached Perla as if he were an executioner. He rubbed the tip all over her pussy – spreading her labia.....slapping it up against her clit until he made her whimper and moan. 

Only then did he push his cock into her sexhole.  He worked it in....enjoying the feeling of conquest and pleasure as he filled and stretched her, and then began to thrust slowly at first - and then faster and harder.  When he got it inside her to the root, penis touched something very deep inside.  Perla felt him stretching and then thumping a sensitive spot at the bottom of her vagina.  The more he did that the more the feelings went up to her stomach and down her legs.

It was a shameful thing, but she found that she could not control herself.  She began rolling her hips and pushing back against him.  Soon, she began to grunt in time to his forceful thrusting....then groaning and finally crying out as she came.  Benito was amazed.  It seemed like Mama was enjoying her fuck.  When Abidi pulled out, Benito could see a river of semen gushing from her hole to drip down to the dirty linoleum.

Then Younis raped her.  He was quick and jerky like a rabbit.  He added his cum to her already messy sex-hole.  Then, after him, Number Two violated her.  Before he was done, Perla was lifted and placed on the table face up, her buttocks at the edge.  Her legs roughly pushed open so she was spread before them like a banquet.  Her sex was glistening and wet in the morning light.  It looked like she was inviting all of them to rape her.

A mouth was on her tits sucking and biting.  Number two finished inside her and Number Three entered her.  He was almost as big as Abidi and began to thrust heavily in and out, climaxing after a few strokes.  Number Four took his place.  There were hands everywhere on her, feeling her up, pinching, and probing.

There were fingers in her rectum.  They had Benito’s chair so close to the table that he could see, hear and smell everything they were doing to her.  The sex smell was overpowering.  The sensations were too much for her and she came again. The first time with Abidi and then with Number Three who sexed her very hard and deep.  Perla was very “vocal”.  Her cries and moans left no doubt, as to what she was feeling.  Her vagina became open and sloppy with semen.  Some took longer; some came quickly as they stretched and filled her over and over again.

Finally, she was turned over, so she was face down on the table. This gave her breasts a rest. They had been grabbing, squeezing, pinching and biting them and her tits were sore.  Abidi turned her face so that she was looking at her son.  They started to use her rectum. This was an even worse degradation.  They got a dollop of white cooking grease from a can and used it to lubricate her anus and rectum. 

Some of them spit saliva on her anus too.  Perla had never had anal sex before.  But this did not stop them.  They each took a turn sodomizing her, as the others stood around laughing and joking.  Some, like Number Three got it so deep that Perla thought it would come out her mouth.

She was sweating like a pig and held onto the table as they pounded her.  There was nothing she could do to prevent her rectum from being violated.  The two with bigger penises made it hurt.  After cumming in her rectum, each man grabbed her by the hair and made her suck his slimy cock clean.  When they were done raping her anally - her shithole was open like an “O” and slack as a toothless mouth.

There was a nasty, sloppy, cream colored lather all around her shit-hole from the grease they used, saliva, semen and her anal mucus.  Abidi gave her a smack to make her look at Benito.  His penis was standing up again pointing to the ceiling.  It was a picture that would be seared into her brain forever.  Abidi bent down and told the boy he was going to be next to fuck his mother. When Abidi snapped his fingers, Younis released Benito.

The two pushed him over to his mother.  They had pulled her off the table.  She lay face down on the table with her feet on the floor.  They kicked her legs open for Benito to fuck her from behind.  They got the boy, with his pants around his ankles, between her legs.  She was a smelly, sloppy mess, but the sight of her sucking and fucking had driven him over the edge. 

Benito was not in his right mind, and under other circumstances would never have done what he did now, but when the tip of his straining prick found her well-buttered sex-hole, he thrust forward, entered her and began to hump her frantically.  He barely thrust into her a half dozen times before his penis erupted like a firehouse in her soaked, sloppy hole.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh..........OOOOOHHHHH,” he went as he came.

Perla, in a semi-trance, realized it was Benito who was cumming in her, but she was emotionally spent and hardly reacted.  Inside, she just felt shame and a quiet horror at what Abidi had been able to make both of them do.... 

When he pulled out, Perla lay there on the table wet with sweat, pussy juice and semen; her legs splayed wide, her stretched vagina and anus drooling and her clitoris swollen; her sore breasts resting in a puddle of semen; the nipples swollen.  They laughed at her - pointing to the mess dripping from between her legs.  She felt their cruel taunts and mocking like a knife in her. 

She closed her eyes and tried to withdraw into her mind. Younis and Number Two pushed Benito back into the chair and strapped him to the chair by his wrists again.  

Pointing to her sloppy pussy and anus, Abidi told Benito, “there’s the proof that Mama’s a slut,” he said pointing to the disgusting mess between her legs.

“She came like a whore, didn’t she?”

All of this devastated Perla.  She realized this was more damaging to Benito than it was to her. But the thought of confessing was just as hideous.  She was paralyzed; caught on the horns of a dilemma.  She wanted to say something to her son, but no words came out; and could only look at him forlornly. 

She was despondent.  She had shamed herself and they had turned her son into the torturer’s apprentice.  She considered giving in, but spending years in a Moroccan prison drove that thought from her mind.  She felt she had to hold out...Abidi came over to her.......

“Ready to confess? No.....OK....ok.....well, it’s going to get very painful again.  String her up again,” he barked in Arabic to the others.

Younis began issuing orders and Perla was hauled up to stand under the central ceiling beam. They strung her up with her arms over her head again. Abidi had gone into the kitchen to rummage around in the cabinets and drawers.  This was where he kept the tools of his trade.  He selected a cat ‘o’ nine tailed whip, a small copper knobbed probe, two sizes of glass dildos, a horrible pair of clamps, and two alligator clips.  Almost as an afterthought, he picked up a small leather case.

“You’re not going to like these.”

“W....what are they,” she groaned her eyes slits as she looked.

“For your tits.”

Abidi grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it to get it full of blood.  The he shoved it between the clamp.  He began screwing it down.  There was one for each tit.  Made of lacquered wood, they curved where it met her chest and were spring-activated.  It hurt some when he released the spring. 

Then he began turning the wing nut mounted on the outside.  As it was turned, it made the clamp compress her tit even more. The more he turned the nut, the tighter the clamp “embraced” her breast.  Perla began wincing in pain.

“Ohshit......oh...God......no......owwww....oohhhh.....OH..oh....OH....OHHH.”

He kept screwing it down until he had flattened the tit.  Her eyes flooded with tears and then she saw him reach for the second clamp.

“OH.....OH.....MOTHER OF GOD.....no....no....oh....NO.”

He affixed the clamp to her right tit.  Now, with both of them compressing her mammary glands, Perla was in hell.  He grabbed the whip and got behind her.  He shook the tangled lashes free.  Each strand was perhaps a centimeter wide and 90 centimeters long – all mounted on a wooden handle. 

He didn’t waste any time and reared back with his arm held overhead.  He swung the whip with the full weight of his 95 kilos behind it and made the lashes land flush on her buttocks.

He followed with another down lower.  He continued to beat her buttocks and thighs and did not stop until they were criss-crossed with angry hot weals.  Her legs buckled, her cheeks quivered… raised welts appeared, and her cheeks quickly turned from pink to red to… crimson. 

Strong blows on her butt and on the backs of her thighs made the flesh ripple like a water balloon with every blow and produced marks that swelled up raw and painful.  Perla struggled to contain her sobs, but the pain was intense.  She panted and groaned with each blow, and, bound as she was, it was hard to avoid the steady rain of blows.  Her bound tits flopped up and down as she was struck....

By the 30th blow, she sagged and hung like a sack of potatoes in her bonds, weeping softly.  Her ass wasn’t just reddened, it was raw.  Dark, purplish-red welts puffed up unevenly all over her thighs and buttocks. After a few more, she finally fainted. Younis shook her awake, so the whipping could continue.

Poor Benito was beside himself.  He had been seduced into fucking his Mama in her mouth and pussy, but seeing her whipped was very hard.  And yet, he was getting an erection as the whipping continued.  Seeing her clamped tits bouncing up and down and watching her plump orange-peel textured buttocks get a beating.....the sight and the sound of the sadistic whipping got the better of him.

“I’ll stop beating her...... if you cum,” Abidi told him, with a grin.

He groaned when he heard that.  He felt so helpless and caught up in what was happening.  It was emotional torture for him, what they were doing to his mother.  He was devastated by what they were doing to her, but he was aroused by almost all of it.  Even when they tortured her. 

Whatever embryonic, sadistic impulses he had were being systematically brought out and fanned to a white hot intensity.  As his mother groaned in pain, her teenaged son’s penis became fully erect again.

Chapter 6

End Game

“Are you ready to confess,” Abidi asked her again?

Perla only groaned.

“Get her on the table,” he told Younis.

They strapped her down with her legs in the stirrups so that she was spread open wide. They ratcheted the table so that she was sitting up- her back almost vertical. Abidi talked to her as he took the horrid clamps off her tits.

“OHhhh......that’s hurts......oh my poor breasts......Oh God, no more....”

“Yes....if you don’t confess, you’re going to get a lot more.  And if you don’t want your baby boy to receive the same, you’ll be a good, dirty whore and do everything I tell you won’t you?”

“Y....yes....”

“How old were you when you got fucked for the first time?”

“Oh....I ....”

“Don’t want to tell me?”

“Do you want him to feel what this is like,” Abidi said as he opened the jaws of an alligator clip to put it on her left nipple.

Two copper coins had been soldered to the jaws and there was an extra strong spring installed.  He tweaked her nipple to make it more erect and then he let the jaws close on the tender nubbin.  She squirmed and cried out...

“That hurts doesn’t it? So how old were you?”

“I ....I....was......15.”

“Say it louder.....so he can hear,” Abidi said jerking his head in the boy’s direction.

“I WAS 15.”

“Did you hear that, son? Your Mama was 15 when she got her first cock.”

“How often do you play with your pussy?”

“Oh...ah....”

He teased her other nipple and got ready to drop the clip’s jaws on the quivering teat. When she hesitated to answer him, he let the jaws close on the nipple, making her wince and cry out. He took the first clip off and then reattached it, making her cry out again.

“I....I .....do it every day.”

“Every day....huh? Say, I’m a dirty masturbator....a slut. SAY IT.”

“I......I’M....A DIRTY MASTURBATOR.......A......SLUT.”

“You’re a dirty whore, aren’t you?”

“Y....y....yes.”

“That’s a good girl. Now unless you are ready to confess, I have something very special for you now. Watch and be afraid,” he said laughing.

He opened up the leather case and took out a urinary catheter set-up. The thin catheter tube had an inflatable balloon close to the nozzle tip and there was a squeeze bulb to pump the liquid.  Abidi said something to Number Two who hustled to get a small pail filled with hot water.

Abidi peeled Perla’s labia apart to expose the hot pink interior of her pussy.  He used a Q-tip to tease her clitoris, noting its condition.  He outlined the opening to her pussy, still drooling semen.  Then he dipped the Q-tip in a bottle of iodine.  He pushed her small lips open with one hand and used the Q-tip to clean her peehole.  The iodine stung. 

He used the disinfectant to torment his victims as to prevent them from getting an infection.  He repeated the procedure....making her whimper and moan.  It was galling and very unpleasant to have something inserted into her urethra.  Perla found it excruciating and irritating.

Benito could see what he was doing and found he couldn’t take his eyes off what the older man was doing between his mother’s legs.  Abidi then went to work inserting the catheter into her piss-tube.  He worked it in and then pushed it up slowly....all the way into her bladder.  He wormed it in and then when he felt he had the right angle, he pushed, making the 40 year old Spanish mother groan in anguish.

“OH....shit....oh God....”

“Wait....it gets worse.....”

“OH...GOD.”

When he reached the sphincter guarding her bladder, he felt resistance, but pushed harder and it popped inside.  Perla yelped when the tip parted the sphincter to complete the intrusion into her most private orifice. Then Abidi took the bulb in hand.  He began inflating the balloon so that the catheter would not come out.  Each squeeze made the balloon grow inside her. 

This also felt awful to Perla. Her face muscles twitched every time he squeezed the bulb.  When he had inflated it fully, he put the other end of the tube into the pail.  He twisted a knob at the base of the bulb to allow water to be pumped.

Then he began filling her.  At first, it didn’t feel too bad.  But as the water filled her bladder, it began to activate all the stretch receptors.  Perla’s bladder would hold about 530 milliliters of urine.  At 150 milliliters, she felt like she had to pee.  As he kept filling her, her bladder, start to contract rhythmically.....to pulse with the need to piss.  Soon, the feeling became agonizing. She began squealing with the growing discomfort.

When he had filled her to capacity, Perla was writhing in her bonds.  She was in misery.  Her bladder had never been this full.  He sadistically clamped the tube, effectively condemning her to feel the painful urge to urinate and not be able to void her swollen bladder.

“You just hold that.  I’ll let you know when you can piss.”

She groaned as he got a funnel.

“Get me some water.”

Younis and Number Three held her head back and Abidi forced the funnel into her mouth.  Abidi used a small pitcher to pour water into the funnel.  Younis had pinched her nostrils shut, so in order to breathe, Perla had to drink the water.  He kept pouring and she tried to resist, but had no choice.  She had to gulp the water down. 

Abidi emptied one pitcher, containing about a liter down her throat.  She could not talk, but could only whimper at this new violation.  When she felt like she was going to suffocate, she writhed violently in her bonds, but couldn’t do much; they had bound her well.  She would scream in her throat and with her nostrils closed, the sound of her terror and suffering was muffled.

This was a very cruel torture.  It stimulated the gag reflex and the fear of being drowned or suffocated.  And soon, the amount of water she was being forced to ingest became a torment.  It was a violent intrusion into the very depths of her being.  Abidi kept refilling the pitcher.  Soon, he’d made her swallow 3 liters and he wasn’t done.

He refilled the pitcher a fourth time and continued the terrible filling of her belly. Younis patted her stomach and said something to Number Three who laughed.  Her tummy had swollen up; she looked like she was pregnant.

Abidi kept pouring the water into the funnel.  Her body would go rigid as she struggled to accept what was in the funnel.  She was poised between swallowing and being overwhelmed by the feeling that she would suffocate; that the water would choke her to death.  After swallowing, she had to fight the urge to vomit. 

Her body wanted desperately to get rid of the water.  But he paced how fast he filled her and soon she had absorbed a full four liters.  Then he stopped.  The agony in her stomach would provide for her continuing discomfort; and this of course was added to the extreme discomfort she felt from her hyper swollen bladder.

She felt like a water balloon.  She had an inflated balloon in her bladder with more than a half-liter of warm water distending her there.  Abidi leaned in and put his hand on her grossly bloated lower belly.  Perla moaned like a sick calf.  Younis cranked the table down so that she was on a shallower angle.  Abidi produced a length of rubber hose and showed it to her.

“Now that you’re tight as a drum - I’m going to beat you.”

He brought the hose down on her lower abdomen.  The feeling of the concussive pressure was agonizing. Perla groaned like she was being broken on the wheel.  He grinned sadistically each time he hit her. It made a sick, dull thud that resounded thru the room. Crying and screaming, Perla was in hell.  She began babbling like she was demented. Benito struggled in his bonds.  He couldn’t do anything, but pull against the straps. 

He wanted to cum to get Abidi to stop hurting her.  But he needed someone to touch his penis....to jerk it a few times and he’d cum.  Her moans, her wriggling and her grossly swollen belly had gotten him hot again.  They were a sadomasochistic turn on. Abidi had introduced him to the most virulent pornography: the porn of bondage and torture.

Benito, his sexuality still in the process of developing, found it disturbing, yet arousing.  His corruption was almost complete.  He had been encouraged - no - trained to cum watching his mother subjected to rape and torture.  He had intercourse with her himself.  His corruption would be total and complete if and when he became the torturer’s apprentice. If Abidi got him to participate in the actual tortures inflicted on his mother.

Abidi stopped beating her and after a moment went and got the glass dildos.  They were concave in shape with a knob on one end simulating a penis.  One was about 50% larger. They each had copper strips embedded on opposite sides of the concave shaft.  There was a place to plug a jack on the bottom.

“OHHH...PLEASE.....OH....IT HURTS....it hurts....oh god.....OH...ohhhh.”

Perla was wet in her pussy and her anus was still greasy, so Abidi had no problem shoving the bigger one in her vagina and working the smaller one into her rectum.  Younis brought over the “box”, the electro-shock machine, set it up on a pull-out shelf on the front of the gynecological table and plugged it into the wall.  When Perla saw the box, she began sobbing like a little girl. 

Abidi ignored her and concentrated on attaching a pad to each ankle again.  He hooked up wires to the alligator clips on her nipples, to the jacks on each of the glass dildos and the pads on her ankles.  Satisfied, he switched on the circuit to her nipples and studied the dials.  Younis tilted the back of the table so that she was sitting up again.  This position put more pressure on her engorged belly and swollen bladder.

“Going to tell me your real name?”

“OH...........GOD....NOOoooooooooooooo.”

He began to shock her nipples.  He set it on the pulsing cycle and only turned it up to “3”. He watched her breasts twitch and jerk up and down as the current coursed thru them.

“OHHHHHH.....OH...OH......OHHHH.”

Then he switched on the ankle circuit and turned it up slowly to “4”.  He watched Perla’s reaction and when he had her squirming and arching up just a little, he stopped.  Next, the vaginal and the anal probes.  The concave design and current applied to the opposing copper strips would allow them to move IN and OUT when the pulsing current was applied.  Inside a greased/wet hole, the current would make them “fuck” the victim.  They would go in and out – in and out – over and over again in tandem.

The vaginal one would penetrate a full 18 centimeters and the anal probe would fill her to a depth of 16 centimeters.  Abidi switched it on and turned it up carefully until he had them going in and out – in and out - reaming her out good.  Feeling her vaginal sheath and her rectum being stretched and filled rhythmically, Perla moaned. Her nipples stayed hard and kept twitching with the current.  And the machine sent current up her legs into her womb and all through her pelvis.

Perla thought she would lose her mind.  The agony of the water in her belly and bladder was overwhelming; it kept demanding her attention.  But now her sex, subjected to pain and pleasure, overloaded her nervous system like an electrical outlet with too many plugs.  Abidi unclipped the catheter and deflated the balloon inside her bladder. He pulled it out and then went back to the machine.  He began turning up the juice to her ankles.

Soon, Perla began to get more vocal.  And then the deluge started.  Her piss tube flared open and she began pissing like a racehorse - a hot yellow stream a good two feet.  It splattered on the linoleum and began forming a smelly puddle.  The flood of urine made her crotch, ass and thighs wet and with all the current wired up to her body, it allowed the electricity to spread.  And, as she kept pissing, Perla began to feel the telltale buildup of a hot tickle in her clitoris and pussy that told her would be cumming soon.

The dildos went in and out – a mindless fucking machine and coupled with the stimulation she was receiving in her nipples and womb, Perla was being pushed over the edge.....She was providing a hot sight.  Her whole body seemed to be humming in response to the current: writhing and wiggling; her breasts bouncing and twitching in time to the current; her nipples, swollen and almost purple.

Her hips humped up and down as much as her spread legged position would allow; her pussy “juiced” heavily; her pussy slime running down her ass crack to wet her anus stretched tightly, like a brown rubber band around the glass dildo – also going in and out....in and out....in and out.

Benito began to whine like a tied puppy.  His balls were aching and he wanted.....needed to cum.  He was half-crying and whimpering and moaning.  The men looked over at him with pity. Abidi would let him cum again....when he was ready to.

In the meantime, he was fiddling with the machine’s knobs.  He turned up the juice to her ankles and cranked the “pulse” override up almost to the maximum position.  There was an immediate reaction from Perla.  She seemed to come up against the straps holding her with all her bodily strength. 

Her eyes bulged, slobber ran from her mouth.....she was now so covered in beads of sweat it looked like she had just stepped out of the shower – and as they all watched, she began to spurt juice from her urethra.  G-spot girl cum from the glands and fleshy sponges in her womanly parts.  And she began to utter an unbelievable chorus of grunts, squeals, cries, groans and shrieks like she’d never done.

Younis began clapping his hands as if he were giving her a musical accompaniment to her orgasm.  And it was a super hard cum.  She was cumming continuously after the first one.....and now the multiple orgasms just kept cumming.  She would strain as if she were taking a shit and then her body would thrust itself against the straps, her head would whip back and forth making her sweaty hair fly about -  and she would begin to yell - and that’s when the deluge came.....eight or nine hot spurts - shooting from her pussy like a cut artery...

“OH.......GOD.......OH JESUS.......MOTHER OF GOD....MARY......OH MOMMY.....HELPME......HELPME....OOOOhhhhhh......arrrrhhh.....oooooowwwww....ohmygod......OHSHIT..........oooooOOOOOOOHHHHHH.....AAAHHHH...OOHHHH....OH...OH...OHGOD....I’M CUMMMMMMING.”

Abidi turned the juice to her ankles down a notch and let her fill her tank and build up steam for the next explosion.  When he turned it up again......her kidneys had processed some of the water she had been forced to swallow and now her bladder was half-full.....this time she spurted pussy juice and then piss.  And nearly passed out when it was over.  Abidi turned it down again.......Then he decided to take make her “ride the lightning”. 

Take her for the “big ride”.  These were the terms he used with his men. They nodded knowingly. They had seen victims howling as they “rode the lightning” and took the “big ride”.  He told Younis to let the boy up.

And he said, “get him jerking off on his Mama. Give her a facial”. 

Abidi began playing with the knobs, watching the dials.....experimenting with the combination to produce a knock-out experience for Perla. When it ARRIVED.... her pussy spurted so much juice that some of it hit Benito as he was jerking off and after most of her “fountain” had subsided, he was able to bring himself off on her.  He made his cum hit her face and neck.

She passed out and didn’t see him cumming on her.  He fell to his knees and was led back to his chair to slump like a rag doll.  Abidi cut off the juice after she came and passed out..  She was unconscious and she couldn’t feel anything in that condition.  He and the boys sat down to have a cigarette, some tea and chat.  They waited for her to come around.  In the meantime, Number Five got the job of pulling the contacts off her, taking the dildos out of her pussy and asshole and unbuckling the straps binding her wrists, ankles and thighs.

When she woke up, she was “out of it”.  She clutched at her belly.  She was still bloated - her body was still processing all the water she’d been forced to ingest earlier.  Her muscles screamed from being in bondage so long.  Her crotch was a mess: fat, swollen labia ...... inflamed, puffed-up purple inner lips.....her comically engorged, reddish-purple clit still protruded ......you could see into her sex-hole....it looked like a dark hole, sticky with fluids.....her anus was a distended, bloated, sore ring, still slightly open.

Her breasts were still engorged with the areolas looking like burnt brown pancakes - seemingly twice their normally large size. Her nipples were puffy; they had blown up to the size of unshelled cashews with the color and texture of raisins.

She dripped with sweat and was caked with semen.  The Spanish mother smelled of sex and the latrine.  Her hair was a knotted, disheveled mess, in wet strands all over her face - sticky with sweat and sperm.  Abidi had really put her thru the ringer.  He was beginning to think that she might not be Consuela.  It had happened before; but he was one to not worry about such things.  Abidi had his marching orders.  And the work was such fun.  He would work Perla over a little more.....

He had them hang her from the ceiling again.  This time, her ankles were secured to ring bolts in the floor, spreading her legs some.  Perla rested her head on her bicep and hung there like a slaughtered hog.

“P....please.....no more....I...I...can’t t...take any ...more,” she croaked.

“I know.....but it’s so easy for you to stop it.  Just tell me you are Consuela,” he said to her as he leaned in close. “You’re tired and I know you want to lie down. Just say, ‘I’m Consuela’.....that’s all.”

“I.....can’t.....”

“Younis, the pump dildo.....get it up her ass,” Abidi barked in Arabic to his Number One.

So this is what they did to her that broke her: They greased up a big, black rubber inflatable dildo and shoved it up her rectum. Then they inflated it as big as it could go.  It was soon the size of a big cucumber.  Then Abidi put on a pair of rubber gloves and smeared a paste made from hot peppers and chili all over Perla’s pussy - her clitoris - her labia, her piss-hole and finally in and around her vagina.

The pump dildo hurt and made her groan.  The fiery paste made her scream and thrash about like an eel out of water.  Then Abidi lit a cigarette and treated Perla to a series of first-degree burns all over her tits.  The cigarette burns were as intense as the electrical shocks.  He applied the tip lightly at first. 

All around her breasts, especially the underside.  A touch there, then on the outside, then the top. Closer and closer to the nipples, slowly, very slowly.  He used the tip to touch her and then dragged the glowing tip towards her nipple.  Then, he concentrated on the aureoles.  It took a long time to cover them with burns.

She began screaming, “not my nipples....not my nipples.”

Finally, he worked on the nipples themselves, just a touch, and then a longer one: one second.... two seconds.  She passed out twice and had to be revived so he could continue the torture.  He used the tip right on her nipples, and this is what broke her.  She began screaming and screaming and finally begging him ....saying she was ‘Consuela’.....she cried out over and over again that she was ‘Consuela Calvo Aragon’.

Benito was forced to watch this final episode.  Shamefully, he had gotten another erection as Abidi tortured her with the cigarette.  Younis told him that if he came, it would end.  He strained in his bonds trying to contort his body so that he could rub his penis up against something and cum.  His mind torn between his desire to find release from the NEED to cum and gain release for his Mama from the horrible things that Abidi was doing to her. Younis jerked him off one last time.

In the end, Perla was not seriously injured or permanently scarred.  Emotionally....YES, she would require counseling for years to come.  So would Benito.  Both mother and son would be affected by what transpired in those two hellish rooms for the remainder of their lives.   Perla would have to deal with the trauma of torture as well as the nightmare of arousal her cruel treatment had produced.  Her own sexuality was deformed by the experience in ways that would take years to unravel.

Benito was even more traumatized.  His sexuality, still in the process of formation, had been twisted into a dark place.  He would find his greatest pleasure in bondage, discipline, and sadistic/masochistic pornography.   Perla and Benito were released a few days later.  Even though she had “confessed”, another report from the field cleared her and she and Benito were set free. They had been thru a terrible ordeal.

Chapter 7

What Benito told his Therapist

“They took Mama to a room.  The brought me there.  They handcuffed me to a chair – right next to her.  Then they started making her take off her clothes and stuff.  I could see everything.  I could see how afraid she was and I could see how ashamed she was too.

I was so shocked.  My heart began to beat like crazy.  I had a sinking feeling in my stomach.  I was sweating.  I had never seen Mama in a situation like that.  They told me I had to watch everything.  They started doing really bad things to her - really bad things.

They kept saying to me, ‘you’re getting excited seeing your Mama like this, right? If you cum, we will stop.’

I did get hard.  I got excited when they played with her. I could not help myself.  I was real scared for her, but I got excited too.  I don’t understand it. 

The next day, they took us to a house.  It was worse there. What they did to her there, it was unbelievable.  They made me have sex with her.  I feel bad now – very bad for how I reacted.  They tortured her again.  They did things to Mama, I still cannot believe. 

She saw my shame - and I saw hers.  Ever since that day, it has been hard for me to get the pictures out of my head.  All the things I saw. I have all these things in my head.  I get excited thinking about it.  I admit it.  And sometimes I jerk off thinking about it.  I can’t seem to control it.  But I’m trying.  I just feel real bad about it.”

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