Gamble

Part 2

The Gamble - Part 2
By Scorpio00155(c)

Somewhere I heard a clock striking the hour, ten chimes, only ten
chimes, with dread I knew deep inside me that I had another 46 and a
half hours of torment ahead of me. With a deep shame I wondered how I
would be reacting by the time those hours had passed if I was cumming
for them after only ninety minutes! Fearfully my thoughts dwelt on my
son and what he must now be thinking of me, could he ever accept me
again after this?

"Beg for it you fucking slut!" Cherrie hissed cutting off my
thoughts, "Beg me to fuck you with this cock so your beloved boy can
see just how big a whore his mother is!"

"Please take me with that cock," I said loud enough for them all to
hear, "do me with it, please, I need it in me."

"Say the fucking word!" Cherrie almost screamed out, "Say it, slut,
let's all hear what you want me to do!"

"F...fuck me Cherrie," I answered forcing down my shame and
tears, "fuck me with that cock. Please Cherrie, do it, fuck me with it!"

She looked at me and shook her head, she must have seen that I didn't
truly want what I was begging her for and she wanted to degrade me to
the point of truly begging her to fuck me with the thing strapped to
her crotch.

"Tell you what," she sneered, "you suck on it some more while I think
about it."

Obediently I took the dildo into my mouth and throat again, this time
one of her hands grasped my hair and moved my head in a fast hard
motion that to my utter disgust had me rising to another orgasm within
a few minutes. Before I could reach a peak Cherrie pulled my head
backwards and looked down into my eyes.

"Now beg me." she whispered harshly.

My pussy was burning from the aborted orgasm, it was screaming for me
to give it release, to fill the need to climax and I knew this was
showing in my eyes as Cherrie stared into them.

"Oh god Cherrie, fuck me, I need it, please, fuck me, fuck me!" I cried
out.

"Lie down and spread your legs." Cherrie laughed triumphantly.

I'd thought she would take me from behind which would have at least
allowed me the illusion that it was a man taking me, but now I knew
that she was going to take me as a man would, on top of me looking down
at my humiliation and excitement. Still begging her to fuck me I lay
back and opened my legs wide, Cherrie knelt between my legs, her eyes
locked on mine as she reached forward to stroke my pussy, she sank a
finger into me with a broad grin spreading across her lips.

"You are really hot for it aren't you bitch." She gloated as he pulled
her finger from me.

She pushed the juice soaked finger towards my mouth and I swallowed it
to the knuckle as I sucked my own juices from her skin. From all around
me male laughter sounded, their voices raised in derision at my
shameful arousal at what was happening to me, I felt totally despoiled
yet helpless in the grip of the excitement my body was forcing through
me. When Cherrie reached down to cruelly squeeze my breasts, to twist
and tug at my nipples I couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure, I
hovered on the edge of an orgasm as the girl played with my breasts,
teased my nipples painfully and tormented my burning pussy by rubbing
just the tip of the dildo along it.

"Should I suck on your tits?" Cherrie asked loudly.

"Yes, yes!" I cried out, "Suck them, please Cherrie, suck my nipples
hard!"

With a laugh she lowered her head and kissed me full on the lips
instead, her hands tugging at my nipples and to my eternal shame I
responded to her kiss hungrily. Throwing my arms around her small body
I held her tight to me, letting her tongue slide into my mouth as I
humped my lower body trying to get the dildo into my burning pussy! One
of the boys laughed 'hot damn look at her fucking demanding it!' with a
hard shove she parted our lips then twisted her head down to suck at
one of my nipples.

"Oh God!" I groaned out as her action sent a thrill through me then I
was pleading with the girl, "Please I have to have it, Cherrie please
give it to me, fuck me for god's sake fuck me!"

Her only answer was to move her mouth to my other nipple while I
continued to plead with her to take me, I listened in horror to myself
begging this girl to take me as though from a distance. Then she was
kneeling up, I looked up into her eyes as she pressed the dildo to my
yearning pussy, her face held a sneer of contempt for me that burned
out of her eyes at me, but she savored the sight of my increased
arousal in my eyes as she pushed the cap of the dildo between my pussy
lips.

"Where do you want this?" Cherrie whispered down at me.

"In my pussy, please, put it in my pussy!" I groaned trying to hump up
onto the hard unyielding plastic.

"Where?" she asked again.

Through my haze of humiliation and pleasure I realized that she wanted
me to use the crudest language to tell her and everyone present what I
needed from her. I had hardly ever used foul language, begging her
to 'fuck' me had been the first time I had used that word and now I
knew what she wanted I did not hesitate.

"In my cunt!" I cried out loudly, "Oh god Cherrie, please, put it in my
cunt!"

Her sneer grew wider as she pressed the dildo to my pussy then pushed
down on it hard with all the weight of her small body. The whole ten
inches of the thing rammed into me in a burst of delight that drove me
straight into my climax! Screaming out for her to fuck me I jerked and
humped against the fake cock that filled me to capacity, which had
driven deep into my womb. Loud laughter fuelled my inner shame as
Cherrie began to fuck me with harsh jerks of her body, tears of shame
and bliss filled my eyes as she fucked me hard with me begging her to
go faster! Climax after climax ran though me as this slip of a girl
took me ruthlessly and then as I reached towards another peak she
pulled away from me. Opening my eyes I looked up at her pleadingly, but
she just smirked and ordered me to stand up, I obeyed with my legs
threatening to give way beneath me. Still smirking the girl lay down on
the mattress, the dildo pointing up into the air as I looked down on
her with my while whole body seemed to burn with lust. Wordlessly
Cherrie pointed at the dildo and I knew what she wanted me to do,
straddling her body I lowered myself onto the dildo and let myself sink
down on it with a groan. For a moment I sat impaled on the thing then I
began to thrust up and down as hard and as fast as I could, almost
driving the girl into the ground as I fucked myself even harder on it
than she had done me. Cherrie laughed up at me, calling me a 'slut',
a 'whore' and a 'bitch', her words were echoed by the boys surrounding
the mattress and even though I felt degraded by their words I could not
stop myself moving on the hard plastic cock.

"OH GOD!" I cried out, "What's happening to me!"

Cherrie laughed up at me as I flopped forward gasping for breath, her
hands pulled cruelly at my nipples until I cried out in pain, but even
that seemed to excite my body so that my cry was tinged with pleasure.
Leaning down I kissed the sneering girl hard, forcing my tongue between
her resisting lips and for a moment I was in control of what was
happening, but Cherrie was not going to let that happen, with a jerk of
her body she threw me off her and stood up. Sobbing and shuddering in
orgasmic bliss I watched as she took a tube of something one of the
boys was handing her, watched as she squeezed out a clear gel onto the
dildo then rubbed it over the surface.

"On your hands and knees slut!" Cherrie commanded.

Shaking I took up the position and gazed in horror as Don drew my son
around the mattress until he was right in front of me, his eyes shocked
and upset at the sight of his mother acting the way she was. Suddenly I
felt coolness on my anus, my eyes went wide as a finger pressed into me
almost without effort and it came to me that the coolness had been a
lubricant. The finger moved out of me then the cool sensation came
again, this time it felt as though the nozzle of the tube had been
pushed in me as the cool gel entered my back passage. Then the finger
was back pushing the lubricant further into me, coating my bowels for
what was to come and although I had never had anything in my back
passage before a surge of pleasure began to rise in me again. In front
of me my son stared in dismay as I began to push back against the
finger invading my bottom, but as soon as I moved it was pulled out
leaving me trembling in anticipation of what would take it's place.

"Look at her," Don was saying to my son, "she loves it, so much for
your oh so pure momma wimp, look at her begging for it."

And I was begging for it, Cherrie was pressing the dildo to my anal
ring and I was crying out to her to fuck my arse. This wasn't me,
something was wrong, yet I couldn't find the concentration to figure
out what, a part of me was thinking bewilderedly that it might be me, a
me that had never had the chance to come out before, but the rest of me
screamed out a denial of that. No matter how horny I had got in the
past I had never begged this way, at first my words had been just that,
words to satisfy their sick desires, but now I was really begging to be
fucked, to be used in any way they pleased! I couldn't believe that I
could act this way without something else acting on me.

Then my thoughts were torn asunder as Cherrie began to push the strap-
on into me, I thought it would tear me apart as it stretched me
painfully, but the lubricant aided it's slow entry sending messages of
ecstasy cutting through the pain. My eyes half closed as I pushed back
against Cherrie, the dildo pushing deeper into my back passage, in
front of me my son looked as though he would faint with shock at the
sight of me screaming out for the girl to fuck my arse. My tears flowed
again as I felt the humiliation rise even higher in me, but even then I
couldn't fight the pleasure, it seemed to fill me until it was all that
mattered.

"So what's your mom now?" Don asked my son.

"Shut up!" Bob said even while his eyes stared at me in shock.

"You know the slut threw the fight dontcha." Don sneered, "There ain't
no way a kid as small as Cherrie could have beaten otherwise."

My son looked at Don then back at me with horror in his eyes, I shook
my head in denial of Don's words, but I dare not speak out my denial
for fear that my speaking out of turn would bring my son pain. I
pleaded with my son with my eyes not to listen to Don even as they
closed in orgasmic bliss as the dildo finally pushed all the way into
my back passage, groaning I shuddered as I came, my breasts shaking
lewdly in front of my son as they hung under me. Cherrie took hold of
my hair and pulled me backwards to her, twisting my head round she
kissed me forcefully, driving her tongue into my mouth as her other
hand snaked around my body to tease one of my nipples. Then her lips
were at my ear, her breath sounding loud as she started a fucking
motion with the dildo by moving her lower body.

"When he asks," she was whispering in my ear as she nuzzled it, "you
better fucking confirm everything Don's telling him."

"God no." I gasped in voice so low even she could barely hear it.

"God yes!" Cherrie hissed in my ear, "If you want the kid to stay in
one piece you'd damned well better go along with it."

My mind froze at what she was saying, even the burning desire that
filled me was held at bay for a moment as the probable result of my
confirming Don's lies came to me. Then the pleasure was overwhelming me
again and I groaned in despair mixed with arousal as Cherrie began to
pump the dildo up into my back passage with hard jerks of her body.

"Why?" I gasped out as bliss filled me again, "Why do you want to drive
my son from me?"

"Why?" Cherrie hissed licking my ear lobe, "Because we can. Better him
disgusted with you than crippled don't you think?"

"Yes." I groaned softly, "You know I'll do whatever it takes to protect
him from being hurt."

"We know," she laughed, "you wouldn't have come tonight otherwise. So
bitch, what's it to be?"

"I'll tell your damned lies." I moaned in despair, "Just don't hurt him
please, I beg you."

"You behave and he'll be fine." She laughed in my ear then pulled my
head around so that I could see my son, "Look at the little bastard, so
shocked by his mummy begging to be fucked but still fucking getting
horny watching it happen."

Aghast I let my eyes drop to my son's groin, the unmistakable bulge of
an erection filled the front of his trousers and the size of the bulge
was an even bigger shock. In my arse Cherrie was pumping hard and I bit
my lip as a new wave of bliss ran through me, my eyes locked on my
son's groin as I gauged the size of him as even larger than the dildo
filling me. Shocked at my thoughts I forced my eyes up to his face then
grunted as Cherrie pushed me back down onto my hands and knees again,
Bob's eyes met mine and I cringed inwardly at what I was going to have
to tell him. Don stood at his shoulder leering at me as I rose to
another orgasm, the laughter and catcalls of the other boys filling me
right along with my pleasure.

"Look at her Bob," Don said to my son, his eyes looking over my
shoulder to Cherrie then his lips curving into a victorious smile, "you
think she'd be fucking cumming like that if she hadn't wanted this in
the first place? You think she'd be begging to be fucked if she didn't
want it? Shit, you can hear she means it when she begs to be fucked,
that ain't no acting."

"No," Bob breathed, "no she couldn't have done what you say."

"Ask her," Don sneered, "ask the slut if she threw the fight just so
she could get fucked by us. Ask her if she agreed the terms of the bet
before she came to the fight. Ask the slut who it was that suggested
the terms of the bet."

An orgasm ran through me as Cherrie continued to bugger me without
mercy, my despair at the words Don was feeding to me while talking to
my son came out as an orgasmic cry. My anguish grew as I saw the doubts
starting to rise in my son's eyes, I could see he didn't want to belief
what Don was saying, but at the same time Don was telling him to ask me
to deny it and I knew that for Bob's safety I couldn't deny any of it,
no matter how bad it sounded.

"Fucking ask her," Don persisted, "then tell me what your oh so loving
mummy is!"

"M...mum?" Bob said with a trembling voice as the crowd suddenly fell
silent.

Behind me Cherrie continued to move making me groan out to fill the
deafening sudden silence, my son was trembling as he tried to get the
words out, to ask me the questions Don had fed him.

"Mum," he finally got out, "who set the terms of the bet, you or Don?"

I felt the dildo press into me and Cherrie's fingernails dig into my
buttocks as a warning to speak as they wanted me to.

"I did." I breathed with barely a hesitation.

My son seemed to stagger at my response, Don propped him up while
telling him to ask the rest.

"D...did you agree this bet before the fight?" Bob asked in a voice
without any tone to it.

"Yes," I answered, "I met Don that afternoon to make the deal."

"No, it can't be!" he gasped, "Please mum, tell me you didn't throw the
fight just so you could lose the bet."

"I can't tell you that Bob," I groaned as the moving dildo in my arse
sent even more pleasure rushing through me, "I did throw the fight. I
couldn't get such pleasure as I'm getting from Cherrie now and as I'll
be getting from Don and the others if I won. I had to throw the fight!"

His eyes were almost glazed as he took a step back, almost as though I
had struck him a physical blow, then a burning anger sprang to his
eyes. I sobbed at the seething emotion of disgust he held in his eyes
as he looked at me, but the sob came as a shudder of pleasure ran
through me and was taken by him as one of enjoyment rather than of
despair.

"SLUT!" he spat at me and because of the collar round my neck I
couldn't even hang my head in shame.

Don clapped my son on the back as Bob looked at Cherrie behind me.

"Fuck her, fuck the whore!" he said to her loudly.

His words were taken up by all the others as Cherrie began to move even
faster and harder in my back passage, a chorus of 'Fuck the whore!'
rang around the hall and in my ears as the girl did just that, their
chant getting faster as her motions became faster. My whole body seemed
to erupt in orgasm after orgasm as the dildo rammed in and out of me
until Cherrie pulled out of me letting me drop to the mattress in a
shuddering heap. Leaving me lying there she went to Don and kissed him
then went out back, Don looked at Bob then whispered something to him
as my senses began to return to something near normal. As Don whispered
to my son Cherrie came back, still nude and still wearing the dildo, in
her hand was a glass that she brought over to me; my hands shook as I
drank the liquid in the glass at her command. It was as she was
reaching to take the glass that it suddenly dawned on me why my body
was betraying me so, I stared at the empty glass then up into Cherrie's
face.

"Penny finally dropped did it?" she chuckled in a low voice, "Yeah,
there's stuff in the drink, it makes you so hot and horny you can't
fight it. And when you drink the next one in a couple of hours it will
be knowing what's in it. By the time you've had four or five you won't
give a fuck what's happening to you!"

She took the glass and walked away from me, leaving me to wallow in my
misery even as the burning lust rose in me again, but now I knew what
it was and why I was so helpless against it. Raising my eyes I looked
at Don still whispering to my son, in the distance came the chimes of
eleven thirty, I had another 43 hours to get through and I knew that
there was even worse to come in that time. My eyes flicked around the
circle of boys, noting them loosening their clothing and I knew that it
wouldn't be long before I was going to be pleading with them to fuck
me. I saw Cherrie come back without the dildo on, though she held it in
her hand, dully I watched her come onto the mattress beside me to stand
over my kneeling from.

"Enough rest." Don's voice suddenly cut across my thoughts, "Bob's got
some things to ask you slut, you answer him when he asks them."

I nodded wondering what other filth he'd poisoned my son's mind with,
what other perversions I had to endure to protect a son who now hated
me.

"Do you really need to be a sex slave to get off?" Bob asked, my face
turning crimson at his words, "Is it really the only way you can cum?"

"Yes it is." I answered without hesitation, cringing inwardly at the
shock in his eyes.

"How many times have you done this with Don and his gang?" he asked.

I looked at Don in horror as I realized that he was leading my son to
believe that I had come willingly, that the whole fight thing had been
a set up. Don smirked over my son's shoulder and mouthed the
word 'five'.

"Five." I answered dully.

Bob gasped and looked over his shoulder at Don as though finally fully
believing the youths lies, I couldn't blame him for believing them he
couldn't have heard Cherrie telling me to confirm whatever Don said, or
have seen Don feeding me the answers to his questions over his
shoulder. That my answers were matching what Don had told him was
apparent proof positive that Don was telling the truth. Without hope I
looked at my son as he licked his lips, his eyes filled with the pain
of what seemed to be my betrayal of him to his greatest tormentor. Bob
looked at Don again then back to me, nervously he opened his mouth to
ask the next question.

"Tell me you don't drink piss." he breathed.

I felt sick at the answer I had to give my son, but I had to give it.

"I love to drink urine." I lied to my son.

Even as I sat and endured the torture of the questions being asked of
me my body was growing ever more aroused, whatever had been in the
drink was obviously working it's evil way in my system.

"I can't believe it!" Bob gaped.

"Show him Linda." Don smirked, "Show your son how much you like
drinking piss. Cherrie will help you."

Bob stared wide eyed as Cherrie had me lay down, weeping silently I
opened my mouth and watched her squat over me, I felt sick to my
stomach, but knew that I had to drink her urine and so lower my esteem
even more in my son's eyes. Suddenly a gush of warm salty liquid was
filling my mouth, gulping desperately I drank it all as fast as it
filled my mouth, my actions seeming to show how expert I was at this
perverted act.

"Oh fuck." I heard Bob groan, "She didn't lose a drop."

"I told you," Don chuckled, "she loves it."

As though confirming his words my body chose that moment to go into a
chemical induced orgasm, at least I prayed it was the drugs I'd been
given that was the cause, I was sure of nothing any longer. Above me
Cherrie was standing up, her legs astride as she pointed at her pussy
in a clear indication that I was to lick her clean. Sitting up I licked
at her pussy, cleaning it of the remains of her urine while heading
towards another climax myself.

"That's gross!" Bob exclaimed in disgust.

Cherrie pushed me away from her with the spiked heel of her shoe, as
she walked over to stand by Don I knelt up in the position of
subservience Don had demanded of me at the start of the evening. I
looked at Don and he indicated with his eyes that I should look at my
son; I let my eyes obey his silent command. Bob was looking at me with
utter loathing, his look hurt me more than any physical blow ever
could, but somehow I managed to not show this to him.

"What are you?" he breathed.

"A slut." I answered immediately knowing full well the role I had been
set in, "A whore that will do anything to get satisfaction."

He turned away from me and I looked at Don, he was smiling as though
he'd won the lottery, he mouthed to me 'beg me to fuck you' and I
nodded my understanding. Raising my voice I begged Don to fuck me, I
told him I needed him; that I had to feel his prick in me; to feel him
fill me with his meat and his 'spunk'. Throughout this my son's
shoulders slumped lower and lower as though I were striking at him with
every word.

"Better get ready boys," Don gloated as he came towards me shedding his
clothes, "you know how hot the slut gets. And don't forget
her 'cocktail', you know how much she loves that."

I felt my tears flowing as I watched all but my son strip down, at the
same time the damned drugs were sending me crazy with desire. As Don
came onto the mattress I saw Cherrie go over to my son, put an arm
around his shoulders, lean her naked body against him and start to
whisper in his ear, her lips brushing his cheek from time to time as
she spoke. Don followed my gaze and laughed, I looked up at him and
wondered just what sort of animal he was that he could destroy two
lives with such glee.

"See them over there," Don leered down at me as he pointed at a group
of five youths, "they are getting your 'cocktail' ready, a glass of
spunk with a dash of our special drugs mix. You'd better make a good
show of drinking it down or you know what happens."

"Bastard," I breathed, "I'll do what you say, but tell me why you have
to destroy my relationship with my son."

"You got no say in anything or any right to ask anything bitch," he
growled, "but I'll tell you anyway. My mother dumped me; I have always
hated people like you that had it good together. Now you know, and
here's something else for you, you aren't the first we've done this to,
and you won't be the last. When we're done with you we'll move on to
somewhere and someone new, never know, Bob might tag along with us just
at the others joined me when I'd done with their mums."

I stared in dismay at the other boys, horror-struck at the knowledge
that each of them had seen their mothers degraded and defiled then
taken up with the defilers to do the same to other innocent women and
her sons. As my eyes moved around the room I saw Cherrie kissing my
son, her body pressed tight to his, if it had been in my power I would
have throttled the girl, but I was powerless and my shoulders slumped
in defeat as I looked back up at Don. He could see that any tiny
resistance I might have had left was crushed in me, his grin shouted
out his victory over me.

"What now?" I asked in a low voice, "What else is there to do to me?"

"You'll see bitch," he revelled in my defeat, "and whatever it is you
take it and act like you love it. Hell the drugs will make sure you
enjoy it whether you like it or not. Breathe a word of what's really
going on to the brat and I swear I'll kill him, you just take your cues
and go with them."

I knew his threat was not an idle one; I had to play out the game his
way to the bitter end, it meant I would probably lose my son, but he
would at least be alive and unharmed. Nodding my compliance I waited
for Don to start the next phase of my defilement, my eyes drifted to my
son, he was undressing with Cherries help, not exactly eagerly, but not
too reluctantly either. As soon as he was naked Cherrie was all over
him again, I knew she was doing everything she could to get my son well
and truly aroused, I only hoped she'd not leave him frustrated. My
attention was jerked back to Don as he called out for my 'cocktail',
one of the five boys that had been masturbating into a glass came over
stirring the thick white fluid that three quarters filled it, mixing
their juices with the drugs they'd laced them with.

"Hey Bob," Don called out, "you have to see this. I never tire of
watching the slut drink down a glass of spunk."

My son turned and I was shocked to see his erection, it was huge and
Cherrie was leading him over to the mattress by it. The drugs already
coursing through my system were driving me crazy with lust, as I took
the glass of sperm I wondered how even more of this drug would affect
me. Quelling my fear I licked my lips as though in anticipation, raised
the glass to my lips and drained it in one go, gulping down the thick
sperm as though loving it's taste. As I lowered the glass I saw Bob
staring open mouthed at me, I gave what I hoped looked to be a happy
smile and shrank inside as his eyes filled with loathing and disgust.
Then Don was laying back on the floor, his hard cock standing up from
his body as he called me to him, I didn't hesitate, and rising to my
feet I went over to him, straddled his body and lowered myself onto his
cock. The feel of him sliding into me made my body shudder with growing
excitement, knowing that it was the drugs making me so hot did nothing
to ease my shame at my body's reactions, nor did it ease my inner pain
as I made all the movements to fuck Don in front of my son. Raising my
eyes I cried out as an orgasm washed over me, it felt more powerful
than anything I had felt so far and I suddenly knew what else the drugs
were doing to me, they were making my climaxes more powerful than I
could ever hope to cope with. Laughing up at me Don reached to my tits
to twist my nipples painfully, pulling them out from my body as though
he intended plucking them from me, in front of me my son looked on as I
showed every sign of loving what was being done to me.

"She's one hot bitch." Don panted out to my son, "She loves everything
you do to her, never met a slut like her before. Hey, I got an idea
Bobby boy, you still see this as your mum or what she really is, a low
whore just out for her own pleasure?"

Silently I prayed he would respond that he saw me as his mother, my
whole body quivering and straining on Don's cock as I bucked in climax
on it.

"As a fucking low whore." my son responded after only a brief
hesitation, his next words cutting me to the very centre of my
being, "I don't know who this is, but she sure isn't my mum."

My cry of despair at his denial of me sounded like a cry of bliss as my
body erupted into another orgasm so intense I thought I would faint.
But even the drug fuelled lust in me paled briefly at Don's next words.

"In that case you have got to get some of it." He laughed
breathlessly, "Hop up her and shove that horse dick of yours down her
throat, man you'll love how she feels. Just don't go choking her just
yet, I know she loves being choked, but man we all got to get some fun
with her too."

Even my horror at Don's invitation to my son couldn't hold off the drug-
induced sensations for long, as my son stepped onto the mattress I felt
my body almost explode with bliss. At the same time I felt fear rising
in me at Don's comments about choking me, what did he mean by them?
What was it I was supposed to love? Then my thoughts were driven from
my mind as I felt something brush against my lips, opening my eyes I
found myself staring at my son's monster of a cock, a horse dick Don
had called it, and he was damned close in his description. Looking up
at my son's face I saw him looking down at me disdainfully, opening my
mouth I looked into his eyes trying to beg him not to do this to me,
but either he didn't notice or didn't understand what my eyes were
saying.

"Come on slut momma," Don laughed from below me, his cock pushing up
into me as I paused in my motions, "don't leave the kid hanging there,
put him in your mouth and give him a good suck-fucking."

Raising a hand I grasped my son's cock and drew it to my mouth, I felt
my jaw cracking as his girth forced my mouth painfully wide, but I
didn't pause, pushing against him I drove his long, thick cock into my
throat. All the while my eyes were locked on his, despite all the
shivers of delight running through me I kept my eyes open and held to
his eyes, I saw his disbelief as his cock slowly sank into my throat,
the rise of excitement as my throat tongue and mouth massaged his
erection. When I finally managed to get all his erection into me my son
put his hands to the back of my head and pulled my face even tighter to
his groin driving his cock a whole inch deeper in my throat. I groaned
in despair and bliss around his flesh, wave upon wave of pleasure
filled me to the point of distraction and when my son began to pull out
of me I braced myself. Out and out he went, then suddenly he reversed
direction to slam his cock back into my throat, I squealed out in pain
and pleasure as my own son began to fuck my mouth hard, at the same
time Don began thrusting up with a similar force into my pussy. Even
without drugs I knew I would have been quickly driven to an orgasm
under this double assault, with the drugs I felt as though my world was
exploding in ecstasy, gurgling around my son's cock I added to his
motions by moving my head with his thrusts at the same time I jerked
down to meet Don's up thrusts! For Don it was too much, within minutes
he was pushing up into me, his hot semen spurting into my depths as he
came and driving me even higher into rapture, but Bob kept on going as
though he could go on forever.

"Hey kid," I heard Don gasp out through the haze of my euphoria, "pull
out of her so I can move. Then you can try her cunt, you'll love it and
so will she!"

I groaned as my son did as Don asked, pulling his cock from my aching
throat and standing aside as Don pushed me off him like a piece of
baggage, he rose then pushed me over onto my back with his foot.

"Fuck the sluts brains out boy." he sneered as he pushed Bob between my
legs.

The next moment I felt my son's giant cock thrust all the way into me,
I screamed out in ecstasy as his entry drove me wild with desire.
Looking over my son's shoulder as he lay still with his cock buried in
me I saw Don leering down at me, he mouthed at me to beg my son to fuck
me, telling me silently to act the slut he was making me out to be.
Fighting back a sob I whispered in my sons ear that he should fuck me
hard, he leant up and stared down at me, my eyes were filled with tears
as I started to beg him to fuck me, humping my pussy on his motionless
cock as though desperate to feel him fucking me. Suddenly he groaned
and his eyes closed, but his cock slowly began to move in me, his sheer
size pulling my flesh as he drew back then thrust into me hard. Within
seconds I was lost in orgasmic bliss, even through my haze I realized
that he would have driven me to this point without the need for drugs,
I could not believe how good my own son's cock felt as it moved ever
faster in me. He seemed to go on pounding into me forever, before long
I was flopping around under him like a rag doll, his frenzied thrusting
making my body jerk with each downward thrust, my cries had become
whimpers of delight as he fucked me through drug boosted climax after
drug boosted climax. When he suddenly pushed up into me then tensed I
gave out a weak squeal, deep, deep inside me it felt as though a hot
geyser has erupted as his sperm flowed and flowed and flowed.

Some time later I became aware that my son's body was no longer
pressing on mine, his cock no longer filling me to more than capacity,
groaning I opened my eyes and struggled to my knees fighting the desire
in me to curl up and let exhaustion take me. Bob was standing over me,
his eyes looking strange, I could read all of what he was feeling, but
part of it was confusion, then Don drew my attention by moving to my
son's side. Taking my son Don looked at the other boys, he looked at me
then at my son, turning my son around he had him look at me.

"Okay boys," Don said without taking his eyes from mine, "she's all
yours, remember she likes it in threes."

I fought back my urge to open my eyes wide in shock, instead I licked
my lips and nodded, my son watched me intently with that strange look
in his eyes as three of the youths came over to where I knelt
submissively. There was no finesse or gentleness in their actions, one
of the boys lay back and I was ordered to sit on his cock, as it slid
into my pussy I felt a finger pushing lubricant into my back passage
for which I was thankful, though I knew that a different lubricant
would be filling me all too soon. With a cry I climaxed as I finally
sank the full length of the cock in my pussy, even as I came I was
pushed forward onto the boys chest and a body was pressing on my back,
a cock probing at my anus, I cried out as it suddenly sank into my. The
third youth knelt in front of me, his cock waving in front of my face,
reaching up I took hold of his erection and drove my mouth down onto
it, his cock sinking into my throat easily. My body was erupting in
bliss as the three of them began to fuck me mercilessly, pierced in
every hole I possessed I couldn't do anything more than let them use me
as they wished. Thankfully they didn't last long, I think I would have
died if these youths had the staying power of my son, the three of them
came within seconds of each other, their juices flooding into my mouth,
pussy and arse as they grunted out their pleasure. Moments later they
were moving away from me, laughing and joking about having 'fucked me
good' as I forced myself back up to a kneeling position. Apart from my
son and Don there had been fifteen other youths in the gym, three had
taken me, which left twelve more to go, four more groups of three. Even
as I had these thoughts the next three were entering my body, things
took on a dream like quality as I was used to sate their lusts, nothing
more than an object there for their pleasure. After each group left me
I would force myself to kneel up to await the next group, my mind lost
in a blur of rapturous bliss and I no longer knew or cared if it was
the drugs or my own body's pleasure that made me feel so ecstatic.

Kneeling up again I waited for the next group to take me, but as the
moments passed it dawned on me no-one had come over to me. I had no
idea how long it had taken them all to have me, but I could not believe
that they would just stop, hoping against hope that my ordeal was at
last over I forced my eyes to focus. The first thing I saw was Don and
Cherrie talking, he seemed annoyed about something, then I saw my son
standing near them trying to look inconspicuous as he listened in on
their conversation. Suddenly Cherrie nodded and went out to the back
rooms, a moment later she was back with a glass that I knew had to
contain more of the foul mixture that had me burning up with desire, a
desire that seemed to grow stronger rather than weaker with time.
Without a word Cherrie came over to me and thrust the glass out to me,
numbly I took it and drank the contents, as I lowered the empty glass I
noticed that the Cherrie was wearing the strap-on again and I knew that
she too would be taking me again soon.

"So how did it feel to fuck your own son?" she sneered as took the
empty glass from me.

"Wonderful." I said truthfully as I stared at the dildo.

She laughed loudly, and then reached out to tug at one of my nipples.

"You get that after the boys have well and truly lubed you up for me,"
she stated, "all of them get to use all your holes before I fuck you
again. Work it how for yourself how many times that means you get
fucked before I get to you."

I stared at her as my mind whirled, each of the boys had used one of my
holes, and their juices were flowing out of my pussy and arse already.
What she was telling me was that they each were going to take me twice
more, once for each hole they had not used yet.

"Oh god, thirty times!" I gasped in horror.

"Yeah," she gloated, "thirty times and then I get to use you again. And
you had better beg me to fuck you when the time comes bitch."

Suddenly I realized why she had been talking with me, it was not out of
any thought of letting me rest; it was so the drug could work it's evil
way into my system. I hadn't thought the fire that burned in me could
get any hotter, but now they were raging infernos as the drug cocktail
hit me, every breath threatened to make me climax, my pussy was
literally burning with a need to be fill, by nipples ached they had
become so hard. Cherrie laughed as she moved away from me loudly
declaring that I was ready for the next round, the first group were
moving in on me even before she was off the mattress, just the touch of
their hands on my skin drove me to wild climaxes and when they entered
my body I could only whimper weakly as the power of the sensations
filling me drove all thoughts from my mind. I know that five groups of
youths took me one after the other, I know that between each group I
managed to get back to a kneeling position, but all I can remember of
it is one long blur of rapturous ecstasy. Even when they broke off
after they'd all used me for the second time the bliss filled me to the
exclusion of all else and I lay quivering helplessly for ages before I
finally came down enough to kneel up again.

Vaguely I remember Cherrie giving me a glass again, of draining it and
returning the empty glass to her. I couldn't concentrate on anything
but the raging inferno of lust that was filling me, it drove me,
controlled me, pushed me and I heard myself screaming to the boys to
fuck me! Gleefully they took me three at a time and with force, each
group now taking ages to cum and driving me to the point of passing out
as they filled me three by three. Nothing else mattered any more, not
even my son, only the yearning need to be fucked that filled me
completely. At last the boys finished with me, tossing me aside they
left me lying on the mattress, but I wasn't alone for long, Cherrie
waited until I showed signs of recovering somewhat before joining me on
the mattress.

The first thing I saw as I regained some of my senses and opened my
eyes was the strap-on dildo mere inches from my face, the girl rolled
me onto my back and straddled my head facing towards my feet. The fake
prick came down towards my mouth and I just opened wide and let it
slide into my throat, Cherries 'good bitch' ringing in my ears as the
burning filled me again. Leaning forward Cherrie licked at my pussy,
her tongue lapping at the semen that flooded me, then she pulled the
dildo back until it barely touched my lips, her mouth moved and I
screamed as she bit at my clit hard. My scream became a choked gurgle
as she suddenly thrust the dildo down into my throat with a ruthless
force; time and again she did this, ramming the hard plastic into me
while she tortured my clit with her teeth.

"Don't stop, please don't stop." I gasped weakly when she suddenly
moved away from me.

"Oh I've no intention of stopping," she laughed, "just gonna take you
another way."

As she stopped talking I felt the dildo surge into my pussy, I screamed
out in bliss and went on screaming while she pounded in my pussy
mercilessly. Between screams I begged her to fuck me harder, to do me
faster, a part of me was reeling in dismay at my actions, but it lay
trapped behind a barrier of sensations that would accept nothing more
than the total abuse of my body. My head thrashed as I went through
climax after climax, at one point I remember my eyes meeting those of
my son's, he was weeping as he watched me pleading with Cherrie to take
me, to abuse me, to fuck me without mercy. But even his pain couldn't
break through the burning in me! I was insatiable as I begged for more
and with a chilling laugh Cherrie called on the boys to 'keep the bitch
quiet'; they carried out her wish by filling my throat one after the
other with their cocks. Now the only sounds were my muffled squeals,
the slap of Cherrie's body hitting mine with cruel force as she fucked
me with that tireless prick she wore, the heavy breathing of the boys
as they fucked my mouth, their grunts as they came off deep in my
throat and of course their laughter and gibes about the 'slut'
servicing them.

Some endless time later Cherrie pulled the dildo from my pussy, the
boys moved away and I whimpered at them to carry on, to keep fucking. A
heel dug into one of my boobs making me cry out with pain/pleasure,
looking up with unfocussed eyes I saw Cherrie standing over me, one
foot planted on my boob as though she were a huntress and I her trophy,
then she moved her foot and rolled me onto my stomach. I barely heard
her barked command to get on my hands and knees, but I struggled to
obey with the cruel laughter of the gang ringing in my ears. When I had
finally managed to get into the position she wanted me in Cherrie came
behind me, with one thrust she forced the dildo into my arse making me
scream, but once again I was silenced by cocks being thrust into my
willing mouth one after the other. Once again the only sounds were
those of their pleasure, my pleasure and their derisive laughter. I
wasn't even aware of the point at which I passed out, my abused mind
and body unable to take any more of the blissful torture.

Continued in part 3