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I was sitting in my dark living room sipping on a mixed
drink and fuming. It was nearly midnight. Because my
fifteen year old daughter had been caught sneaking out
in the past I had checked her room before I went to bed
and found that she was out again. Now I was sitting in
the dark and staring at the clock on the VCR and
waiting for her to come home so that I could kill her.
Well, not really. But I was furious and she was going
to know it.
In the last year it seemed like my entire life was just
going to hell. My husband and I had split up. Well, I
kicked him out. All we ever did was fight anymore. We
fought about everything. We fought about money and sex
and the best way to raise our teenage daughter. We
fought about the house and the cars and the bills and
my shopping habits. But mostly we fought about sex.
Towards the end neither one of us seemed to have a
civil word for the other.
I would like to be able to say that our problems were
entirely my husband's fault. That would not be
accurate. I realized even while it was happening that
it was mostly my fault. Not entirely. But mostly.
I can't tell you why I made no effort to even meet him
half way. It isn't that I didn't love him anymore. I
still love him and I think that he still loves me. We
just couldn't stay in the same house any longer.
I have to admit that I have nearly spent us into the
poorhouse. I must be one of those compulsive shoppers.
I spent more money than we had every month and the more
my husband yelled at me about it the more I spent.
As for the sex, I have never been very fond of sex. It
always seemed so dirty, so demeaning. In the beginning
I kept my feelings to myself and did what I could to
make it pleasurable for my husband. But soon after our
daughter was born I lost all interest and it became
more difficult to allow myself to be used that way. And
long before our relationship had devolved into a good
imitation of the warm up to a bout of professional
wrestling I had become untouchable. I have to admit
though that once the sex stopped altogether it was a
relief for me. I miss having a man around sometimes. I
miss being held and having someone to cuddle up to. But
I don't miss the sex.
After a particularly loud and mean spirited argument
one evening I insisted that my husband leave and not
come back. The second thoughts didn't start until he
had been gone for a few days.
We both have lawyers now. We are going through what
they call a trial separation. Our daughter is staying
with me but she blames me for the breakup. We are only
just barely able to be in the same room long enough to
eat dinner.
Lori is two months away from turning sixteen. She is a
beautiful girl in the body of a beautiful young woman.
She is intelligent but far too headstrong. Her
resentment since I threw her dad out has begun to
fester into open hostility. That hostility has lead to
fights that are reminiscent of the arguments that I was
having with her father before he left. She has become
all but unmanageable. She has started to dress like a
slut and on several occasions I have caught her
sneaking back into the house after midnight. If I
didn't need the c***d support money that I'm getting
from her father I'd send her off to live with him.
Unfortunately my job doesn't pay well enough to support
my shopping habits without the extra money I get from
him.
I am only thirty-two and I'm not ready to let myself
go. I have a great figure and it is important to me
that I dress well and that my wardrobe is stylish and
current. My job as a secretary isn't the most
satisfying or high paying job but it was the best that
I could do when I started working after Lori entered
the fourth grade. Since I didn't finished high school
and I had never worked before I was pretty darned lucky
to get that job.
I finally heard a noise at the front door and I heard
my daughter sneaking in. I was all ready to start
yelling at Lori. I didn't know what else I could do to
punish her. She was already grounded but she ignored
that. I had taken away her cell phone but she bought
another with her own money. I have no idea where she
got the money.
I waited for Lori to come in so I could let her have it
but she didn't. I heard noises from just inside the
front door and I realized that she was with a boy and
that they were making out by the door.
I lost it. I stormed through the living room and into
the foyer and when I saw the boy she was with I started
screaming at them. Boy! Young man was more like it. He
looked like he must surely be in his twenties. It was
hard to tell though. I'm not that familiar with black
people. It was hard for me to judge.
This young black man had his arms around my fifteen
year old daughter! His hands were on her backside and
they were kissing, if you can call it that. It looked
like they were trying to swallow each other! It was the
most disgusting thing that I had ever seen.
I shrieked at them. I grabbed Lori's arm and jerked her
away from that a****l and when he turned to face me I
slapped him as hard as I could.
I screamed at him to leave my house immediately and
demanded that he never speak to my daughter again.
He stood there rubbing his cheek with his hand. He was
glowering at me and towering over me. I suddenly was
struck by just how large he was. He was at least six
feet tall, probably a couple inches taller than that.
He must have weighed well over two hundred pounds and
there did not appear to be an ounce of fat on him. He
was wearing a dark t-shirt and his muscles stuck out
all over the place. His arms were huge.
Still, despite his rather amazing physique and his
advanced age relative to my daughter, I was not yet
aware of the peril I was in. I was in my house and he
was the young man sneaking my daughter home at
midnight. I was the mother and I was in charge. It
wasn't until I saw the look in his eyes that I started
to feel uncomfortable.
He dropped his hand from his cheek and I saw the fury
in his face and I realized at last that I was not in
control here. I tried to bluff. I yelled at him to get
out before I called the police. When this threat
elicited nothing but a sneer from him I knew that I was
in trouble.
I was just about to yell at him again, to demand that
he leave. Before I could open my mouth Lori pulled her
arm out of my grip and in a disturbingly quiet, calm,
somewhat mocking voice she said, "Mother, I would like
you to meet Kevin. He is my boyfriend. I guess you
probably got that impression when you saw us."
Kevin and I were staring at each other in a battle of
wills that I was starting to feel myself losing. We
stared at each other in silence for what seemed like an
eternity before he said, "I am going to overlook what
you just did because I realize that you don't know any
better. But you are going to experience a lot of pain
if you are not a fast learner bitch. You don't ever hit
me. You don't hit any man. You don't every raise your
voice to me. You do not raise your voice to any man.
Your daughter was right. You need to learn your place
in the world just like she did."
I gasped loudly and exploded, "BITCH! Don't you dare
come into my house and call me a name. How dare you!
Get out! Get out this moment!"
The next thing I knew I was sitting on the floor
holding my face and gasping for breath. He had hit me!
No one had ever hit me before. Never! Not once in
thirty-two years had anyone ever raised a hand to me. I
was too shocked to even cry!
I sprang to my feet with the idea of attacking him and
scratching his eyes out but somehow I found myself back
on the floor rubbing my other cheek. I never even saw
him move his arm!
I screamed and jumped up again and the next thing that
I knew he had my arm twisted up behind my back and he
was holding a handful of my hair and I was powerless.
Kevin slowly lifted my arm higher behind my back until
I stopped struggling. I started to scream at him to
release me but as soon as the first syllable left my
lips he lifted my arm even further and my scream turned
into a cry of pain.
When I was finally subdued he pulled me close and
calmly said, "You were warned bitch. Now you are going
to have to be punished."
He turned to Lori and said, "I need some rope. Do you
have any?"
Lori, as calm as can be, replied, "I think there is
some in the garage. I'll get it."
As she turned away I called out, "Lori! What..."
That was as far as I got before Kevin lifted my arm and
cut me off. He leaned forward and with his lips right
at my ear he said, "Hush bitch. You are finally going
to learn your place. It is a shame that people have
spoiled you this way. You are such a pretty bitch."
I stood there, helpless and in shock as his lips moved
lightly over my neck which had been exposed by his firm
grip on my long, blonde hair. I started crying quietly
but I think that I was crying more from the frustration
I felt at being so totally helpless than anything else.
I wanted to scream at him to take his hands off of me,
to take his lips off of me. The nerve of this young
man! But until he turned me loose I didn't dare make a
sound.
I was feeling so violated. I was violated by his very
presence in my home. But now, to be held helpless while
he brazenly kissed my neck! My god! This verged on
being ****!
****! As soon as the word flashed through my mind I
shuddered. Surely he wouldn't! My daughter was here. He
was her boyfriend. No. He wouldn't try that.
As if he was reading my mind the hand that was holding
my hair in its firm grip suddenly released me. Kevin
still had my arm twisted up behind my back and I could
not move. But his free hand now came to rest on my
shoulder before sliding down to cup my breast.
I struggled for only a second before the increasing
pressure on my arm forced me to stand still as this
young black man who had come into my home and
effortlessly overpowered me gently but boldly began to
caress my breast through my blouse and bra.
I moaned as the horror of the situation I was in
finally began to sink into my brain. I don't know if
Kevin mistook my moan for something that it wasn't or
if he was just being facetious when he leaned his head
down and whispered, "Be patient you sweet little bitch.
First I have to punish you. Then will come the
pleasure."
I shook my head violently and in not much more than a
loud whisper I said, "No! No you can't!"
In response his tongue came out and lapped at my cheek
like a dog might. Then he chuckled and said, "You will
learn bitch. Soon you will learn not to say no. You do
not ever say no. Not to me, not to any man. I'm going
to teach you. I suspect that it will be a painful
lesson for you. But you will learn. Your daughter has
learned. She is much happier now. You will be much
happier once you have learned your place."
Lori came back into the foyer with her hands full of
rope. She saw her boyfriend's hand on my breast and
smiled. I knew that she resented me but how could she
countenance this?! Her boyfriend was going to punish me
and then **** me! Surely she didn't approve!
Kevin guided me into the living room and ordered Lori
to turn the lights on. Once the lights had been turned
on he looked around but apparently he wasn't satisfied
with what he saw. He took a piece of rope from Lori and
tied my arms behind my back. He looped it up around my
neck before he tied it off so that I had to hold my
arms up behind my back at an unnatural and
uncomfortable angle to keep from choking myself.
He tied that rope off and then tied my ankles together.
He stood up when my ankles were secure and said, "I
want you to wait right there bitch. Don't move, don't
speak."
He turned and headed for the garage. I was too
terrified to just stand there. I had begun to realize
that I was in no position to make demands. I was forced
to plead.
I pleaded with Kevin to let me go. Or at least I tried.
I started to. As soon as I opened my mouth he turned
around and scowled fiercely. He stepped back over to
where I stood helplessly bound in the middle of the
room and as if he were speaking to a misbehaving c***d
he said, "You just don't listen very well do you bitch?
Did you not hear me just now? Did you not hear me say
'don't speak'? You may be more difficult to train than
I thought."
He turned to Lori then and said, "Give me your
underwear."
I watched in dismay as Lori reached under her skirt and
pulled her panties down. She handed them to Kevin. He
wadded them up and turned back to me and said, "Open
your mouth bitch."
I stared at him aghast. It was obvious what he planned.
There was no way that I could allow him to put my
daughter's soiled underwear in my mouth. I just
couldn't!
He shook his head and grabbed a handful of my hair
again. He twisted and pulled on my hair and when I
screamed in pain he shoved my daughter's panties into
my mouth. I heard her giggle as she watched him torment
me and that made my despair at this horrible situation
just that much deeper.
I struggled to push the panties out of my mouth with my
tongue and when I did I made another horrible
discovery. My daughter had had sex tonight! This man
had had intercourse with my young daughter! The
evidence was now resting on my tongue. As soon as I
realized it I began to gag and when I did Kevin slapped
me again.
I looked up at him and he brought his face right down
to mine. He smiled and said, "If you throw up you might
drown. I would be sorry if that happened. I am really
looking forward to training you. So please control
yourself bitch."
I managed to control the urge to vomit. It was
difficult. But I didn't want to drown in my own vomit.
As Kevin turned and walked away I looked at Lori. I
pleaded with my eyes. I knew we had our problems. But
how could she allow anyone to treat her mother this
way?!
Lori smiled sweetly and moved closer to me. She leaned
forward and kissed my cheek and said, "Don't worry
mother. Once you are trained you will be so much
happier. You just need to learn how to please a man.
Kevin is going to make your life so much easier. And
wait until you see his big, beautiful cock. You're
going to love it. And not just him mother, he has a lot
of friends with big, black cocks. Once you have been
trained you are going to be so much happier. You'll
have something to occupy your time besides spending
daddy into bankruptcy. Sex is a lot more fun than
shopping mom. You'll see."
I shuddered in revulsion. I couldn't believe that this
girl was my daughter. I didn't know her at all! She
wasn't just allowing her boyfriend to torture and ****
her mother. She was taking pleasure from it!
Kevin came back from the garage and climbed up onto the
coffee table. I watched as he tapped on the ceiling
looking for a beam. When the sound told him that he had
located a beam he screwed a large hook into the
ceiling. When it was firmly in place he climbed down
and moved the coffee table out of the way. He pulled me
closer and when I was standing under the hook he
braided a length of rope into my hair and looped it
through the hook in the ceiling. He pulled it taut and
tied it off with no slack at all. The slightest
movement pulled painfully at my hair.
When he was satisfied he untied my ankles and stepped
back to examine me. He seemed pleased with his
handiwork, judging by the smile on his face. He stepped
closer once more and said, "Now to get you ready."
He reached out and began to shred my clothing with his
bare hands. He gripped the front of my blouse and tore
it apart. Buttons flew all over the room. The v******e
of his actions only added to my steadily building
terror. He pushed my blouse down my arms and allowed it
to d**** over the ropes that secured my wrists. His
large hand came up and reached between my breasts. I
saw his muscles bulge as he jerked on my bra. The pain
in my shoulders and back before the surprisingly strong
garment let go caused me to cry out into the nylon
panties still stuffed into my mouth. But this strong
young man would not be denied and in seconds my bra was
hanging at my waist and my breasts were exposed.
I had always been very self-conscious about my body,
especially my small breasts. Well, they weren't that
small now. Until I became pregnant I was just barely a
B cup. After Lori was born they had grown to a C cup.
They had gotten slightly smaller when my body recovered
from c***dbirth but not much and I was happier with
them now. But I was not in the habit of showing them
around. The only people who had seen my breasts were my
husband and my OB\GYN. The only two places that I was
ever nude were in the bathroom and the bedroom, and not
that often in the bedroom. I had never really been that
comfortable with my husband seeing me undressed. He
complained about it at first but that was the way that
I was raised. There was nothing wrong with being
proper.
Now this...this r****t that my daughter was dating was
tearing my clothes off and I could do nothing but allow
it. I had never been so humiliated in my life!
Kevin stood back and examined my breasts and smiled. He
was obviously pleased. He turned to Lori and said, "Go
out to my car and get my camera out of the trunk. I
want some pictures of this."
Lori spun around and hurried from the room as her
boyfriend reached out and cupped my breasts in his
hands. His hands seemed huge as they enveloped my
breasts. He leaned down and one at a time he took each
of my nipples into his mouth and teased them with his
tongue. I felt them react to his touch and it made me
furious that my body would betray me that way. I wanted
desperately to pull away from him but every move I made
pulled painfully at my hair. Finally I just closed my
eyes and tried to control the terror that was building
up inside of me.
I was going to be ****d. I had always been very careful
and I had been reasonably certain that I would never
fall victim to this particularly heinous crime. I had
always been convinced that most of those women who were
****d were at least in part responsible for their own
fate. They had undoubtedly dressed inappropriately and
placed themselves in a dangerous situation. I never
made those mistakes. Now I was going to be ****d in my
own home and my daughter was an accomplice! It was just
too horrible to contemplate.
I heard my daughter come back in and as her vile
boyfriend continued suckling on my breasts she began to
move around us taking pictures. After she had taken a
dozen pictures he stepped back and took the camera from
her. He took several pictures of my naked breasts and
then he ordered her to finish undressing me.
I could only groan in helplessness as I felt Lori move
up behind me and unfasten my skirt. Kevin continued
taking pictures as my daughter removed my skirt. He
laughed when my skirt was around my ankles and made fun
of my "granny panties" as Lori hooked her thumbs in the
waistband and slowly slid them off of me.
Kevin took more pictures as Lori slid my panties down.
When I was naked he lowered the camera and they stood
together and made fun of my full bush of pubic hair. He
stepped closer and grabbed a handful of my pubic hair
and as he pulled painfully he chuckled and asked, "Damn
bitch! Don't you ever trim this shit?!"
I just stood there crying. What else could I do?
Kevin took a knife out of his pocket and ordered Lori
to finish removing my blouse and my bra. When they were
gone he took a few more pictures and then he handed the
camera back to Lori and said, "I'm going to punish her
now. I wish I had brought my movie camera."
Lori volunteered, "We have one. Do you want me to get
it?"
Kevin nodded and asked, "Do you have a tripod?"
Lori nodded and ran out of the room.
While she was gone her boyfriend began exploring my
body with his large hands. I felt so dirty as he slid
his fingers through my exposed pubic region and then
went behind me and explored the area between my
buttocks that had never been touched by a man. His
large finger pressed against my anus and he said, "I
don't even have to ask. I know there has never been a
cock in here. I bet you've never sucked a cock either,
have you bitch? The amount of cherries I'm getting from
you and your daughter are really starting to add up. I
popped her cherry pussy and her cherry ass and her
cherry mouth. Now I'm going to pop your cherry ass and
your cherry mouth. And I bet your cunt is so tight it's
just like a cherry. A bitch as uptight as you are has
never been broken in right. But don't worry bitch. By
the time I invite my friends over to fuck you, you are
going to fuck and suck like a pro."
My mind was reeling. What kind of monster was this
man?! How did my daughter fall into his clutches?! How
long has he been m*****ing her?
Kevin's fingers moved out from between my buttocks and
caressed them before he moved back around and cupped my
pubic mound. He smiled and said, "Before I fuck you
that hair is going to have to go bitch. You look like a
fucking sheep!"
I felt his fingers moving and one of them began to
penetrate me. I was completely dry of course and I
grunted in pain as his large finger was forced into my
vagina. Relief washed over me as he pulled his finger
out of me. He looked at me and through my tears I could
see the disgust on his face. He stared me right in the
eye as he put his finger in his mouth and wet it and
then slowly returned it to my vagina.
It made me furious that I couldn't even shake my head.
I was totally helpless as he slowly teased my labia and
then I felt his finger move inside of me. His finger
was nearly as large as my husband's penis and as that
realization came over me I suddenly remembered that
stereotype about black men and wondered if it was true.
I had never been very comfortable with my husband's
five inch penis. It was the only one that I have ever
seen but I had heard about black men and now that it
appeared that I was going to be ****d by one I was
concerned.
Her boyfriend was still working his finger into me when
Lori returned with the camera and tripod. She smiled as
if she was amused at what this vile young man was doing
to me and asked him where he wanted the camera.
She set it up nearby and started it and then, while she
came closer and began taking pictures with Kevin's
digital still camera he pulled his large leather belt
off and wrapped the buckle end around his hand a few
times.
Despite the pain in my scalp I shook my head violently
and twisted around, trying to pull my hair free of the
rope that held me in place. I managed only to amuse my
tormentors. I caused myself more pain and more
humiliation when my breasts began bouncing around as if
to amuse them.
Kevin moved out of sight behind me and after a short
pause I heard his belt swish through the air and I felt
an explosion of pain on my butt. I screamed into my gag
and tried desperately to think of some way to make him
understand that this was wrong, that he couldn't do
this to me.
Seconds later there was that noise again and again I
felt the horrible pain as his belt came in contact with
my tender flesh. I screamed once more into the gag and
struggled to stay in place. My body's natural desire to
avoid this horrible pain caused me to move away from
the only place that I could stand without pulling at
the hair on my head. Every time he struck me with that
thing I jumped and nearly fell as the rope pulled me
back into place.
The first half dozen lashes struck on my buttocks. Then
he began to work the belt down my legs. When he had
finished covering my legs in welts he moved up and
tried to whip my back. Because of the way my arms were
restrained behind me he wasn't able to whip my back
very well. So he moved around in front of me.
When I realized that he was going to continue whipping
me I nearly passed out from the terror. I was crying
hysterically now. The pain was unimaginable,
unbearable. I would have done anything at this point to
make it stop. I would even have allowed him to **** me.
But he wasn't finished. Through my tears I watched his
arm go back and I saw the violent stroke coming as he
brought the belt down on my breasts. I think that at
that moment I did pass out, if only for a second. The
pain in my scalp when my legs went out from under me
was like a bucket of cold water bringing me quickly
back to awareness.
I tried closing my eyes but I couldn't. I had to watch.
I had to know when the pain was going to come. His arm
went back again and again. And again and again the pain
washed over me as that heavy piece of leather beat
violently against my breasts and my stomach and down my
belly to my upper thighs. I have no idea how long it
lasted or how many times he struck me. It seemed to go
on for hours. I know that it didn't. But it seemed like
it.
He finally dropped his arm to
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I was sitting in my dark living room sipping on a mixed
drink and fuming. It was nearly midnight. Because my
fifteen year old daughter had been caught sneaking out
in the past I had checked her room before I went to bed
and found that she was out again. Now I was sitting in
the dark and staring at the clock on the VCR and
waiting for her to come home so that I could kill her.
Well, not really. But I was furious and she was going
to know it.
In the last year it seemed like my entire life was just
going to hell. My husband and I had split up. Well, I
kicked him out. All we ever did was fight anymore. We
fought about everything. We fought about money and sex
and the best way to raise our teenage daughter. We
fought about the house and the cars and the bills and
my shopping habits. But mostly we fought about sex.
Towards the end neither one of us seemed to have a
civil word for the other.
I would like to be able to say that our problems were
entirely my husband's fault. That would not be
accurate. I realized even while it was happening that
it was mostly my fault. Not entirely. But mostly.
I can't tell you why I made no effort to even meet him
half way. It isn't that I didn't love him anymore. I
still love him and I think that he still loves me. We
just couldn't stay in the same house any longer.
I have to admit that I have nearly spent us into the
poorhouse. I must be one of those compulsive shoppers.
I spent more money than we had every month and the more
my husband yelled at me about it the more I spent.
As for the sex, I have never been very fond of sex. It
always seemed so dirty, so demeaning. In the beginning
I kept my feelings to myself and did what I could to
make it pleasurable for my husband. But soon after our
daughter was born I lost all interest and it became
more difficult to allow myself to be used that way. And
long before our relationship had devolved into a good
imitation of the warm up to a bout of professional
wrestling I had become untouchable. I have to admit
though that once the sex stopped altogether it was a
relief for me. I miss having a man around sometimes. I
miss being held and having someone to cuddle up to. But
I don't miss the sex.
After a particularly loud and mean spirited argument
one evening I insisted that my husband leave and not
come back. The second thoughts didn't start until he
had been gone for a few days.
We both have lawyers now. We are going through what
they call a trial separation. Our daughter is staying
with me but she blames me for the breakup. We are only
just barely able to be in the same room long enough to
eat dinner.
Lori is two months away from turning sixteen. She is a
beautiful girl in the body of a beautiful young woman.
She is intelligent but far too headstrong. Her
resentment since I threw her dad out has begun to
fester into open hostility. That hostility has lead to
fights that are reminiscent of the arguments that I was
having with her father before he left. She has become
all but unmanageable. She has started to dress like a
slut and on several occasions I have caught her
sneaking back into the house after midnight. If I
didn't need the c***d support money that I'm getting
from her father I'd send her off to live with him.
Unfortunately my job doesn't pay well enough to support
my shopping habits without the extra money I get from
him.
I am only thirty-two and I'm not ready to let myself
go. I have a great figure and it is important to me
that I dress well and that my wardrobe is stylish and
current. My job as a secretary isn't the most
satisfying or high paying job but it was the best that
I could do when I started working after Lori entered
the fourth grade. Since I didn't finished high school
and I had never worked before I was pretty darned lucky
to get that job.
I finally heard a noise at the front door and I heard
my daughter sneaking in. I was all ready to start
yelling at Lori. I didn't know what else I could do to
punish her. She was already grounded but she ignored
that. I had taken away her cell phone but she bought
another with her own money. I have no idea where she
got the money.
I waited for Lori to come in so I could let her have it
but she didn't. I heard noises from just inside the
front door and I realized that she was with a boy and
that they were making out by the door.
I lost it. I stormed through the living room and into
the foyer and when I saw the boy she was with I started
screaming at them. Boy! Young man was more like it. He
looked like he must surely be in his twenties. It was
hard to tell though. I'm not that familiar with black
people. It was hard for me to judge.
This young black man had his arms around my fifteen
year old daughter! His hands were on her backside and
they were kissing, if you can call it that. It looked
like they were trying to swallow each other! It was the
most disgusting thing that I had ever seen.
I shrieked at them. I grabbed Lori's arm and jerked her
away from that a****l and when he turned to face me I
slapped him as hard as I could.
I screamed at him to leave my house immediately and
demanded that he never speak to my daughter again.
He stood there rubbing his cheek with his hand. He was
glowering at me and towering over me. I suddenly was
struck by just how large he was. He was at least six
feet tall, probably a couple inches taller than that.
He must have weighed well over two hundred pounds and
there did not appear to be an ounce of fat on him. He
was wearing a dark t-shirt and his muscles stuck out
all over the place. His arms were huge.
Still, despite his rather amazing physique and his
advanced age relative to my daughter, I was not yet
aware of the peril I was in. I was in my house and he
was the young man sneaking my daughter home at
midnight. I was the mother and I was in charge. It
wasn't until I saw the look in his eyes that I started
to feel uncomfortable.
He dropped his hand from his cheek and I saw the fury
in his face and I realized at last that I was not in
control here. I tried to bluff. I yelled at him to get
out before I called the police. When this threat
elicited nothing but a sneer from him I knew that I was
in trouble.
I was just about to yell at him again, to demand that
he leave. Before I could open my mouth Lori pulled her
arm out of my grip and in a disturbingly quiet, calm,
somewhat mocking voice she said, "Mother, I would like
you to meet Kevin. He is my boyfriend. I guess you
probably got that impression when you saw us."
Kevin and I were staring at each other in a battle of
wills that I was starting to feel myself losing. We
stared at each other in silence for what seemed like an
eternity before he said, "I am going to overlook what
you just did because I realize that you don't know any
better. But you are going to experience a lot of pain
if you are not a fast learner bitch. You don't ever hit
me. You don't hit any man. You don't every raise your
voice to me. You do not raise your voice to any man.
Your daughter was right. You need to learn your place
in the world just like she did."
I gasped loudly and exploded, "BITCH! Don't you dare
come into my house and call me a name. How dare you!
Get out! Get out this moment!"
The next thing I knew I was sitting on the floor
holding my face and gasping for breath. He had hit me!
No one had ever hit me before. Never! Not once in
thirty-two years had anyone ever raised a hand to me. I
was too shocked to even cry!
I sprang to my feet with the idea of attacking him and
scratching his eyes out but somehow I found myself back
on the floor rubbing my other cheek. I never even saw
him move his arm!
I screamed and jumped up again and the next thing that
I knew he had my arm twisted up behind my back and he
was holding a handful of my hair and I was powerless.
Kevin slowly lifted my arm higher behind my back until
I stopped struggling. I started to scream at him to
release me but as soon as the first syllable left my
lips he lifted my arm even further and my scream turned
into a cry of pain.
When I was finally subdued he pulled me close and
calmly said, "You were warned bitch. Now you are going
to have to be punished."
He turned to Lori and said, "I need some rope. Do you
have any?"
Lori, as calm as can be, replied, "I think there is
some in the garage. I'll get it."
As she turned away I called out, "Lori! What..."
That was as far as I got before Kevin lifted my arm and
cut me off. He leaned forward and with his lips right
at my ear he said, "Hush bitch. You are finally going
to learn your place. It is a shame that people have
spoiled you this way. You are such a pretty bitch."
I stood there, helpless and in shock as his lips moved
lightly over my neck which had been exposed by his firm
grip on my long, blonde hair. I started crying quietly
but I think that I was crying more from the frustration
I felt at being so totally helpless than anything else.
I wanted to scream at him to take his hands off of me,
to take his lips off of me. The nerve of this young
man! But until he turned me loose I didn't dare make a
sound.
I was feeling so violated. I was violated by his very
presence in my home. But now, to be held helpless while
he brazenly kissed my neck! My god! This verged on
being ****!
****! As soon as the word flashed through my mind I
shuddered. Surely he wouldn't! My daughter was here. He
was her boyfriend. No. He wouldn't try that.
As if he was reading my mind the hand that was holding
my hair in its firm grip suddenly released me. Kevin
still had my arm twisted up behind my back and I could
not move. But his free hand now came to rest on my
shoulder before sliding down to cup my breast.
I struggled for only a second before the increasing
pressure on my arm forced me to stand still as this
young black man who had come into my home and
effortlessly overpowered me gently but boldly began to
caress my breast through my blouse and bra.
I moaned as the horror of the situation I was in
finally began to sink into my brain. I don't know if
Kevin mistook my moan for something that it wasn't or
if he was just being facetious when he leaned his head
down and whispered, "Be patient you sweet little bitch.
First I have to punish you. Then will come the
pleasure."
I shook my head violently and in not much more than a
loud whisper I said, "No! No you can't!"
In response his tongue came out and lapped at my cheek
like a dog might. Then he chuckled and said, "You will
learn bitch. Soon you will learn not to say no. You do
not ever say no. Not to me, not to any man. I'm going
to teach you. I suspect that it will be a painful
lesson for you. But you will learn. Your daughter has
learned. She is much happier now. You will be much
happier once you have learned your place."
Lori came back into the foyer with her hands full of
rope. She saw her boyfriend's hand on my breast and
smiled. I knew that she resented me but how could she
countenance this?! Her boyfriend was going to punish me
and then **** me! Surely she didn't approve!
Kevin guided me into the living room and ordered Lori
to turn the lights on. Once the lights had been turned
on he looked around but apparently he wasn't satisfied
with what he saw. He took a piece of rope from Lori and
tied my arms behind my back. He looped it up around my
neck before he tied it off so that I had to hold my
arms up behind my back at an unnatural and
uncomfortable angle to keep from choking myself.
He tied that rope off and then tied my ankles together.
He stood up when my ankles were secure and said, "I
want you to wait right there bitch. Don't move, don't
speak."
He turned and headed for the garage. I was too
terrified to just stand there. I had begun to realize
that I was in no position to make demands. I was forced
to plead.
I pleaded with Kevin to let me go. Or at least I tried.
I started to. As soon as I opened my mouth he turned
around and scowled fiercely. He stepped back over to
where I stood helplessly bound in the middle of the
room and as if he were speaking to a misbehaving c***d
he said, "You just don't listen very well do you bitch?
Did you not hear me just now? Did you not hear me say
'don't speak'? You may be more difficult to train than
I thought."
He turned to Lori then and said, "Give me your
underwear."
I watched in dismay as Lori reached under her skirt and
pulled her panties down. She handed them to Kevin. He
wadded them up and turned back to me and said, "Open
your mouth bitch."
I stared at him aghast. It was obvious what he planned.
There was no way that I could allow him to put my
daughter's soiled underwear in my mouth. I just
couldn't!
He shook his head and grabbed a handful of my hair
again. He twisted and pulled on my hair and when I
screamed in pain he shoved my daughter's panties into
my mouth. I heard her giggle as she watched him torment
me and that made my despair at this horrible situation
just that much deeper.
I struggled to push the panties out of my mouth with my
tongue and when I did I made another horrible
discovery. My daughter had had sex tonight! This man
had had intercourse with my young daughter! The
evidence was now resting on my tongue. As soon as I
realized it I began to gag and when I did Kevin slapped
me again.
I looked up at him and he brought his face right down
to mine. He smiled and said, "If you throw up you might
drown. I would be sorry if that happened. I am really
looking forward to training you. So please control
yourself bitch."
I managed to control the urge to vomit. It was
difficult. But I didn't want to drown in my own vomit.
As Kevin turned and walked away I looked at Lori. I
pleaded with my eyes. I knew we had our problems. But
how could she allow anyone to treat her mother this
way?!
Lori smiled sweetly and moved closer to me. She leaned
forward and kissed my cheek and said, "Don't worry
mother. Once you are trained you will be so much
happier. You just need to learn how to please a man.
Kevin is going to make your life so much easier. And
wait until you see his big, beautiful cock. You're
going to love it. And not just him mother, he has a lot
of friends with big, black cocks. Once you have been
trained you are going to be so much happier. You'll
have something to occupy your time besides spending
daddy into bankruptcy. Sex is a lot more fun than
shopping mom. You'll see."
I shuddered in revulsion. I couldn't believe that this
girl was my daughter. I didn't know her at all! She
wasn't just allowing her boyfriend to torture and ****
her mother. She was taking pleasure from it!
Kevin came back from the garage and climbed up onto the
coffee table. I watched as he tapped on the ceiling
looking for a beam. When the sound told him that he had
located a beam he screwed a large hook into the
ceiling. When it was firmly in place he climbed down
and moved the coffee table out of the way. He pulled me
closer and when I was standing under the hook he
braided a length of rope into my hair and looped it
through the hook in the ceiling. He pulled it taut and
tied it off with no slack at all. The slightest
movement pulled painfully at my hair.
When he was satisfied he untied my ankles and stepped
back to examine me. He seemed pleased with his
handiwork, judging by the smile on his face. He stepped
closer once more and said, "Now to get you ready."
He reached out and began to shred my clothing with his
bare hands. He gripped the front of my blouse and tore
it apart. Buttons flew all over the room. The v******e
of his actions only added to my steadily building
terror. He pushed my blouse down my arms and allowed it
to d**** over the ropes that secured my wrists. His
large hand came up and reached between my breasts. I
saw his muscles bulge as he jerked on my bra. The pain
in my shoulders and back before the surprisingly strong
garment let go caused me to cry out into the nylon
panties still stuffed into my mouth. But this strong
young man would not be denied and in seconds my bra was
hanging at my waist and my breasts were exposed.
I had always been very self-conscious about my body,
especially my small breasts. Well, they weren't that
small now. Until I became pregnant I was just barely a
B cup. After Lori was born they had grown to a C cup.
They had gotten slightly smaller when my body recovered
from c***dbirth but not much and I was happier with
them now. But I was not in the habit of showing them
around. The only people who had seen my breasts were my
husband and my OB\GYN. The only two places that I was
ever nude were in the bathroom and the bedroom, and not
that often in the bedroom. I had never really been that
comfortable with my husband seeing me undressed. He
complained about it at first but that was the way that
I was raised. There was nothing wrong with being
proper.
Now this...this r****t that my daughter was dating was
tearing my clothes off and I could do nothing but allow
it. I had never been so humiliated in my life!
Kevin stood back and examined my breasts and smiled. He
was obviously pleased. He turned to Lori and said, "Go
out to my car and get my camera out of the trunk. I
want some pictures of this."
Lori spun around and hurried from the room as her
boyfriend reached out and cupped my breasts in his
hands. His hands seemed huge as they enveloped my
breasts. He leaned down and one at a time he took each
of my nipples into his mouth and teased them with his
tongue. I felt them react to his touch and it made me
furious that my body would betray me that way. I wanted
desperately to pull away from him but every move I made
pulled painfully at my hair. Finally I just closed my
eyes and tried to control the terror that was building
up inside of me.
I was going to be ****d. I had always been very careful
and I had been reasonably certain that I would never
fall victim to this particularly heinous crime. I had
always been convinced that most of those women who were
****d were at least in part responsible for their own
fate. They had undoubtedly dressed inappropriately and
placed themselves in a dangerous situation. I never
made those mistakes. Now I was going to be ****d in my
own home and my daughter was an accomplice! It was just
too horrible to contemplate.
I heard my daughter come back in and as her vile
boyfriend continued suckling on my breasts she began to
move around us taking pictures. After she had taken a
dozen pictures he stepped back and took the camera from
her. He took several pictures of my naked breasts and
then he ordered her to finish undressing me.
I could only groan in helplessness as I felt Lori move
up behind me and unfasten my skirt. Kevin continued
taking pictures as my daughter removed my skirt. He
laughed when my skirt was around my ankles and made fun
of my "granny panties" as Lori hooked her thumbs in the
waistband and slowly slid them off of me.
Kevin took more pictures as Lori slid my panties down.
When I was naked he lowered the camera and they stood
together and made fun of my full bush of pubic hair. He
stepped closer and grabbed a handful of my pubic hair
and as he pulled painfully he chuckled and asked, "Damn
bitch! Don't you ever trim this shit?!"
I just stood there crying. What else could I do?
Kevin took a knife out of his pocket and ordered Lori
to finish removing my blouse and my bra. When they were
gone he took a few more pictures and then he handed the
camera back to Lori and said, "I'm going to punish her
now. I wish I had brought my movie camera."
Lori volunteered, "We have one. Do you want me to get
it?"
Kevin nodded and asked, "Do you have a tripod?"
Lori nodded and ran out of the room.
While she was gone her boyfriend began exploring my
body with his large hands. I felt so dirty as he slid
his fingers through my exposed pubic region and then
went behind me and explored the area between my
buttocks that had never been touched by a man. His
large finger pressed against my anus and he said, "I
don't even have to ask. I know there has never been a
cock in here. I bet you've never sucked a cock either,
have you bitch? The amount of cherries I'm getting from
you and your daughter are really starting to add up. I
popped her cherry pussy and her cherry ass and her
cherry mouth. Now I'm going to pop your cherry ass and
your cherry mouth. And I bet your cunt is so tight it's
just like a cherry. A bitch as uptight as you are has
never been broken in right. But don't worry bitch. By
the time I invite my friends over to fuck you, you are
going to fuck and suck like a pro."
My mind was reeling. What kind of monster was this
man?! How did my daughter fall into his clutches?! How
long has he been m*****ing her?
Kevin's fingers moved out from between my buttocks and
caressed them before he moved back around and cupped my
pubic mound. He smiled and said, "Before I fuck you
that hair is going to have to go bitch. You look like a
fucking sheep!"
I felt his fingers moving and one of them began to
penetrate me. I was completely dry of course and I
grunted in pain as his large finger was forced into my
vagina. Relief washed over me as he pulled his finger
out of me. He looked at me and through my tears I could
see the disgust on his face. He stared me right in the
eye as he put his finger in his mouth and wet it and
then slowly returned it to my vagina.
It made me furious that I couldn't even shake my head.
I was totally helpless as he slowly teased my labia and
then I felt his finger move inside of me. His finger
was nearly as large as my husband's penis and as that
realization came over me I suddenly remembered that
stereotype about black men and wondered if it was true.
I had never been very comfortable with my husband's
five inch penis. It was the only one that I have ever
seen but I had heard about black men and now that it
appeared that I was going to be ****d by one I was
concerned.
Her boyfriend was still working his finger into me when
Lori returned with the camera and tripod. She smiled as
if she was amused at what this vile young man was doing
to me and asked him where he wanted the camera.
She set it up nearby and started it and then, while she
came closer and began taking pictures with Kevin's
digital still camera he pulled his large leather belt
off and wrapped the buckle end around his hand a few
times.
Despite the pain in my scalp I shook my head violently
and twisted around, trying to pull my hair free of the
rope that held me in place. I managed only to amuse my
tormentors. I caused myself more pain and more
humiliation when my breasts began bouncing around as if
to amuse them.
Kevin moved out of sight behind me and after a short
pause I heard his belt swish through the air and I felt
an explosion of pain on my butt. I screamed into my gag
and tried desperately to think of some way to make him
understand that this was wrong, that he couldn't do
this to me.
Seconds later there was that noise again and again I
felt the horrible pain as his belt came in contact with
my tender flesh. I screamed once more into the gag and
struggled to stay in place. My body's natural desire to
avoid this horrible pain caused me to move away from
the only place that I could stand without pulling at
the hair on my head. Every time he struck me with that
thing I jumped and nearly fell as the rope pulled me
back into place.
The first half dozen lashes struck on my buttocks. Then
he began to work the belt down my legs. When he had
finished covering my legs in welts he moved up and
tried to whip my back. Because of the way my arms were
restrained behind me he wasn't able to whip my back
very well. So he moved around in front of me.
When I realized that he was going to continue whipping
me I nearly passed out from the terror. I was crying
hysterically now. The pain was unimaginable,
unbearable. I would have done anything at this point to
make it stop. I would even have allowed him to **** me.
But he wasn't finished. Through my tears I watched his
arm go back and I saw the violent stroke coming as he
brought the belt down on my breasts. I think that at
that moment I did pass out, if only for a second. The
pain in my scalp when my legs went out from under me
was like a bucket of cold water bringing me quickly
back to awareness.
I tried closing my eyes but I couldn't. I had to watch.
I had to know when the pain was going to come. His arm
went back again and again. And again and again the pain
washed over me as that heavy piece of leather beat
violently against my breasts and my stomach and down my
belly to my upper thighs. I have no idea how long it
lasted or how many times he struck me. It seemed to go
on for hours. I know that it didn't. But it seemed like
it.
He finally dropped his arm to
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