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Satisfied and pleased with his conquest, Mohammed pulled his trousers back on leaving her tied there over the table. She was moaning softly, her insides still throbbing and contracting from him, her nipples, still fully erect and hard, pulsating against the table top. Her heart hadn't stopped pounding, her head a confusion of feelings, the perspiration trickling down her back making her body slick and shiny. He smiled as he looked at her tied there before walking out of the door leaving it open, putting his shirt back on as he walked through the kitchen. He opened the back door and went out, to where two men working on the window. One was up the ladder, a swarthy heavily built man, his face pock marked and leathered. Carlos came from South America, he was an excellent carpenter and a hard worker, but his only failing was sex. Larsen had rescued him from certain jail and the threat of the death penalty for buggery and multiple rapes. He had made a deal with a judge who was in his pay and getting him released had him smuggled over to England. Carlos for his part knew that he owed Larsen his life and was willing to do anything for him, he also knew that Larsen would see him alright for his fun when the need became almost too much for him to bear. At the bottom of the ladder was a slim youth, about eighteen or nineteen years old, he looked bored and uninterested, his gangly frame leaning against the ladder. This was Peder, but everyone called him Peter, he was a child of war and conflict having come from Serbia. He had learnt to hold a gun at the age of 8 and had no morals when it came to using one. Larsen employed him as a strong-armed man when it came to dealing with his illegal enterprises, the great advantage being that no one ever suspected the spotty faced youth to be violent or capable. In the past many had misjudged him and regretted it after. He was a strange character, quite perverse in his interests and intrigued by the power of drugs which he loved to use on his innocent victims. Mohammed greeted them, Peder could see from his face that he was satisfied with the woman that he had told them all about and he couldn't wait to see and taste what the big black man had got for them. He had listened intently when Mohammed had described her and since then had slowly developed his own ideas and plans for her. Carlos concentrated on his work just grunting in reply, he was a man of few words, but when he was with Peder, the boy made up for it. "When we going to meet the woman?" Peder's voice showed his excitement at the prospect of fun. "Just as soon as Carlos is done with that window, I'll get her to make you tea, then it is up to you. I want you to stay here for a few weeks taking care of her until the house is sorted at least." Carlos began to come down the ladder. "All done with the window?" said Mohamed. Carlos nodded. "Tidy up your things, I'll get her into the kitchen and then call you." Mohammed turned and went back into the house, he returned to the dining room where she was wriggling on the table, pulling at the straps holding her there. He rested his hand on her bare bottom, which made her still with a little mew of emotion, then he undid the ties that held her in place. Pulling her back onto her feet she almost collapsed in his big muscular arms, he held her there for a second then let her go, leaving her standing on her own feet. Swaying slightly, her face blushing prettily she adjusted her skirt so that it covered some of her bareness, then she tidied her blouse so that it covered her breasts even though they were completely visible through the translucent material. "Come, I want you to make some tea for the men." Mohammed's words made her almost freeze with fear. Men? Other men? Seeing her like this? "I I cant, I I'll have to get dressed," she began in a small voice. He gripped her arm tightly. "No, Amanda, you get them tea now, like that, like I told you." He pushed her towards the kitchen door, for a moment she tried to squeeze past him, like a child avoiding a parent, but he was too strong and she was in the kitchen before she knew it. "Make tea for the men bitch, before you make me angry." She turned seeing the futility of trying to get away, she felt too weak to struggle after the sex and in some insane way she was still battling with the continual arousal that she was feeling and unable to control. She went over to the kettle trying her best to cover herself up as she did so. "Come and get your tea boys," Mohammed shouted. Almost immediately the door opened Peder came in first, he saw her straight away, her back to him, the miniscule skirt just covering her cute round bottom, her bare back clearly visible through the material of her blouse, she gave him an almost immediate erection and he could feel his excitement growing. Amanda turned with the two mugs of tea in her hands, trembling as she placed them on the table, her face burning in embarrassment as she did so. "Amanda, this is Carlos and Peter, they are going to look after you for a while." Mohammed introduced the two men. She saw Carlos, his face immediately showing his crude sexual nature, but the name and the appearance of the boy hit her much much more. A boy, a white boy, about her son's age and size, perhaps a little younger and his name was the same as her son's. His gaze at her breasts made her blush even more, she felt a feeling of shame and humiliation that couldn't have been more if she had been standing dressed like this in front of her own son. Yet the wetness of her pussy and the buzz in her clitoris seemed to grow even more. She didn't respond to their hello's, she just stayed quiet almost afraid to speak. They exchanged some talk between them discussing the windows as they drank their tea, Mohammed obviously making his plans to go and to leave them, leave them with her!! The tea was finished quickly, too quickly for her. "Take them up to your bedroom Amanda, be a good girl for them." Mohammed spoke directly to her, shocking her by his words. "N n noo, please, no I, I cant," she began in her stuttering voice. Peder spoke up quickly before Mohammed could reply. "Come on, let's get her on some nice medicine, the sooner she begins on it, then the sooner she will become completely compliant for us." He was taking the syringe box out from his pocket as he spoke, Mohammed and Carlos looked at him and it and they both nodded, before making their way around the table either side of Amanda. They had her arms before she could even think, holding her tightly as the boy filled the syringe. She saw it coming, she felt panicked, what was this, .. no noo they couldn't nooo noooo. They held her tight as Peder wiped her skin then she felt a prick and the liquid disappeared into her arm. They held her there imprisoned for a few minutes before they let her go. She began to feel hot, the men looked peculiar, her skin was tingling, her nipples stiffer, if that was possible, throbbing, she wanted to rub them, she was rubbing them. The men were smiling now, their words seemed confusing. "Come on Mummy, come to bed mummy." It was Peter, he was smiling his hands around her waist. "Peter, oh Peter," she heard herself saying, somehow he looked funny, different. "Come to bed mummy, come to bed." He was kissing her, it was so nice, she liked him kissing her, she felt herself kissing him back, then she was in the hallway it was almost as if she was floating up the stairs. Carlos carried her, in her drugged state, up to her bedroom, Peder following, they entered her bedroom, all three of them and Carlos stood her there holding her up. Peder stood in front of her. "Lift your arms up mummy," he said. She felt weak, strange, almost drunk and giggly, yet foolishly aroused too. "Yes Peter." She smiled at him, her son, though he did look a bit funny. She lifted her arms in the air and Peder pulled her blouse up over her breasts, over her head, pulling it completely off her. She gasped, "No Peter." As it cleared her breasts, then, "Ohh Peter, you're naughty, you mustn't do that, you shouldn't see mummy like this" Yet she couldn't stop herself from giggling, even though she knew she should be totally embarrassed with her son seeing her bare breasts like this. Peder slid his hand up over Amanda's breast sliding his palm across her rubber hard nipple making her shiver. "Noo, you naughty boy, you mustn't do that to mummy, stop it now." She was trying to be serious, he was being naughty, he'd never done anything like this before, it was wrong he shouldn't touch or even see his mummy like this. Peder slid his hand down over her flat tummy to the top of her skirt, finding the button that held it closed. He looked into her eyes as his fingers closed around it. "Ohhh yess mummy but I want to mummy." He said softly Amanda realised somewhere in her woolly head what he was doing, she tried her best to sound serious and cross with him, tried to move her hand to stop him, but Carlos prevented her. "Now stop that Peter, you mustn't do that to mummy," she said as gruffly as she could. "But I am mummy, I want to mummy," Peder said as he undid the button. Carlos was holding her arms now and as she jerked to try and hold her skirt up, he stopped her allowing it slip to her ankles revealing her shaved bare nakedness. She was completely embarrassed now, she was blushing, but each time she opened her mouth to stop him the words wouldn't come and she felt like giggling. She resorted to wriggling her knees back and fore as if to try in some foolish way to cover herself up. "OOO Mummmy, you haven't any hair mummy." Peder's fingers strayed down to Amanda's pussy, slipping between her legs. "Nooo Peter, noo you musnt do that to mummy," she half sighed half gasped. Peder nodded to Carlos, who turned her round and sat her down on the bed. Letting her go he turned back to Peder and smiled his coarse vulgar smile. "I'll call you when," said Peder quietly and the South American left the room. He knew he would have her the way he liked and he knew that Peder would make sure that he did after he'd softened her up in his own way too, so he headed downstairs again to get their orders from Mohammed. Peder stood right in front of Amanda and took his shirt off, he could see her watching him, she was feeling almost too tired to move. Then a little like a striptease artist he undid his trousers and took them off too. She could see his boxer shorts now, it made her wonder, she couldn't remember that he wore them, she was sure she hadn't bought him any, usually he wore small briefs, well at least these didn't look as girlish anyway. Peder slid his fingers into his boxers and pulled them down, his erection springing out as he did so, he had a long cock for such a thin gangly boy. "Oh my god Peter what are you doing." She was suddenly startled, she hadn't expected him to take them off, it was shocking to see him like this even though she couldn't really move or take her eyes off it. Peder made sure that it looked big and erect as he stood closer to her "Mummy I love you," he said, his hands going to her bare shoulders, pushing her backwards onto the bed. "Noo Peter no, stop it, you mustn't," she burbled, but Peder was on to her, his cock hard and hot against her tummy. "Noo noo Peter, noo, stop it, I'm your mummy, you mustn't, can't, we mustn't do this." Peder kissed her on the lips a soft full kiss to start. "I love you mummy," he murmured his face against her, his body on top of her, his chest against her breasts her nipples touching him. "No, no, You mustn't Peter," she whispered. "You mustn't." He kissed her again, longer this time. "But mummy I love you, don't you love me?" His kiss was so lovely, she hadn't felt a kiss so loving for a long long time. "Don't you love me mummy, don't you?" he whispered softly again. "Yes Peter, of course I love you," she whispered back to him. Peder kissed her harder now, a much more sexual kiss. "Noo Peter, ohh Peter you mustn't." She whispered again "Mummy don't you love me mummy? Or do you really love me mummy? Tell me mummy." His voice was warm and soft. "Yyess, I I do love you Peter." Her voice was even quieter now. "Tell me mummy tell me," Peder whispered urgently, kissing her soft kisses as he did so. "I, I love you Peter." Her voice was small and he responded by kissing her hard and strong, fully on her wet lips, opening them and pushing his long tongue into her mouth turning that kiss into a classic French slut kiss. She gasped, her body was on fire, she was battling to control herself, telling herself inside her head that this was wrong and she mustn't let it happen. Suddenly her legs were uncontrollably apart and he was between them, his cock against her, how did that happen? She couldn't remember doing it, allowing him to do it. He was still kissing her, but he was rougher now, his strength surprised her and this time he wasn't giving her a chance to speak, to stop him, to say no. His cock was rubbing against her pussy, he was a master at doing this, he had learnt all about making women give in to him against their will in the war in which he had grown up. He knew that she was convinced in her drugged mind that he was her son and he knew the inner battle she was going through, terrified to break that terrible taboo carrying out such incest. It was this that he was loving, it was this that was exciting him more than anything, as far as he was concerned she was just another woman, yes she was a sexy shapely thing, but he had taken many like her in his few short years. No the excitement was breaking her mind, making her think that she was going to have sex with her son, against her will, her son actually fucking her and taking her. Oh yes he was loving this. Her pussy lips opened, wet with her whimpering arousal, her forced arousal, the head of his cock slipping between them, rubbing wet, hot and hard against her, moving up and down over her buzzing clitoris. She was gasping now. "Nooo Peter No, you musnt, I'm your Mum, you musnt." But her body was betraying her as she squirmed and wriggled, his cockhead making her dance to the ecstasy of its touch. He moved himself to her opening and back, then again and again. "I love you mummy," he said, "I love you mummy." "Oh Peter, Oh Peter, Oh god, oh god, n n noo, you, you mustn't, you mustn't Peter, love i i i'm your mummy, you mustn't." Her voice was quivering, full of passion, full of arousal, the mixed emotion of sexual acceptance and that of stopping this sinful taboo, twisting her drug fuelled mind. He slipped into her seeping wetness easily, his long hard cock unstoppably entering her. "Nnooooooo, nooo, ohhhhhhhhhhh Peterrrrrr.ohh God," her gasp changing to a loud moan. "Yesss Mummy yesss, I want to fuck you mummy and I am going to fuck you mummy." His cock went deeper into her until his body was hard against her, then holding himself still and stiff inside her, he began kissing her neck and breasts and sucking at her nipples. Slowly conquering her he began, giving her sucking lovebites at her exposed neck as he slid himself almost fully out of her, beginning his slow long deep thrusts. He was dragging her to a cliff, dragging her to the edge, she was fighting at first, begging him not to, but her begging soon became nothing but moans of sexual submission as he dragged her closer and closer to that cliff edge until she climaxed into an abyss of sex, unable to stop herself succumbing to what in her mind was her own son. Peder smiled as he watched her climax, he knew the trauma that she was living as she did and he wanted to add to it, to twist her more. He brought his lips to her year, blowing slightly into it, seeing her quivering at the erotic sensations, then he began to whisper. "I'm going to cum in you mummy." He watched her closely as he said it. Her eyes opened wide. "Nooo Peter, oh my god nooo, you mustn't, you mustn't, pleease Peter please. you mustn't it's wrong its wrong." "But I want to mummy, I want to cum inside you and I'm going to mummy." He was so strong, too strong for her, a strength she never knew he had, she tried to wriggle, weakly push him off her but he was thrusting deeper and harder even as she spoke, bringing her back closer to the climax which she had had and which he knew he would make her have again. "Ohh Peter, ohh Peter, noo pleease ohhh pleease oh Peter you, you ohhhh ohhh god." She was struggling squirming yet, she was completely aroused, her mind battling with her body. "I'm going to cum mummy, I'm going to fill you with my seed mummy, I'm going to cum in your tummy mummy." She could feel him stiffening, thrusting deeply, it was thrusting her over the top and suddenly she could feel him, his ejaculation hot and strong inside her, breaking her, making her totally submit to a sexual ecstasy, triggering her own unstoppable climax. Peder lay on her for a few moments, wanting her to feel the emotions of being beneath him, his cock still inside her, their bare bodies perspiring against each other, in her mind, her and her son. Peder smiled to himself then holding her to him swung them both on their sides facing each other, she whimpered slightly as he slipped out of her and he made up for it by deeply kissing her mouth. He heard the door open almost silently and spied Carlos's face peeping in, he wiggled his index finger to him, beckoning him to join them. Carlos didn't need another suggestion, he was in the room in seconds his clothing in a pile on the floor, his cock already erect as he looked at her rounded bottom. He knew what he liked, what he wanted and he was looking at it right now. He slid in behind her his cock instantly slipping between her legs as he began to rub himself back and fore in their mixed juices, all the way to her tight puckered bum and back, transferring their wetness there, lubricating preparing. She moaned a little, the head of his cock rubbing against her making her aroused again. Carlos slid his arm over her, his hand sliding round her right breast as Peder carried on kissing her and tweaking her nipples. As Carlos entered her there she whimpered, her eyes opening briefly in pain, her lips ready to form the no that she begged to say. Between them they stopped her, Carlos took his time, he preferred a slut to accept it, even get to like him taking her this way it all helped to break them mentally, conceding to the taboo, rather than hating him for it. Peder was doing his part in kissing and touching her to increase her arousal making her relax into it. Each time she whimpered and stiffened they eased back, until finally Carlos was fully inside her, finally aware that she was beginning to accommodate him and he slowly began his anal copulation, holding her tight to him as he took her. Peder had seen Carlos do this with both sexes many times, he knew the South American was a master in taking men and women against their will and he knew that they nearly always ended up giving themselves to him and Peder loved to watch as it happened. Carlos was beginning to show his strength now, grasping her hips to him and thrusting as she moaned and whimpered, her sex throbbing and wanting as he did so. Peder slipped out of the other side of the bed and stood watching his friend for a while, smiling, his own cock twitching at the sight until he finally dragged himself away to the toilet down the corridor. He urinated loudly then stepped into the shower the thought of the cool water over his body too much to resist. When he dried himself he began to explore the upstairs, still naked as he wandered from room to room, the sound of Carlos's fucking still ongoing. The first room at the front was a large double room, in the corner was a cot and against the wall and pretty much in the middle was an old iron framed bedstead with a thick matress on it. The room looked as if it had been a nursery but was now unused, he checked some of the drawers, there were still odd items of female clothing in them but he had the impression they weren't things she had worn recently. Peder finally ended up in Peter's room, Ahh now this would be fun he thought. He rummaged through Peter's clothes and with an evil smile he began to dress in them. He didn't like the pants, they were like bikini panties but as Peder was a little thinner build than Peter they appeared looser on him, in fact all Peter's clothes were a little loose on him. No matter, it was all to develope that illusion that he was her son and it made him giggle inside, his cock stiffening in Peter's panties. If the real truth be known, he had wanted his own mother and when his father was killed he often found excuses to go to sleep with her at night. It hadn't taken him long as a child of war, seeing death and evil around him to be strong enough with her, to make her kiss him then for her to finally accept him against her protestations. She was gone when he came back home one night, he searched for her only to find that she had been taken by their enemies. It made him mad with anger, after all she was his bitch, his mummy bitch, but he never found her again. Funny then that here he was recreating the way he took his own mother, oh yes he would make sure that this mummy was going to be his, he would have her as his sex slave, just as he had planned for his own mother those few years ago. By the time he got downstairs all had gone quiet upstairs, the TV was on in the lounge and Carlos sat on the couch drinking beer from a can and watching football. Carlos looked at him then blew him a kiss- "Sweet," he grunted smiling at Peter's clothes on Peder. Peder grinned then headed for the kitchen, he wanted to get things out of his bag ready for when she was awake upstairs. On the kitchen table was another one of Mohammed's carrier bags, the note beside it written in bold capitols. "Get her to wear this all the time she is in the house, this and nothing else!" Peder looked in the bag and smiled seeing the red see through baby doll nightie, "Mummy you will look delicious in this," he mumbled to himself, "fuck yes." He reached for his own case and in a few seconds he had some bottles of pills out and on the table. The injection was good for an immediate effect, it hit almost straight away and it would last for about an hour or two but he really didn't want to damage her with too many injection marks, better to hide the signs. Tablets, now these were slow but good, It would take about a half an hour to start to take effect but they were slow release in the stomach so they lasted up to 4 hours and if you gave them every four hours or 4 times a day then you had her under your control pretty much all the time. In addition he would mix cannabis into her food, there were so many drugs to try her on during sex and of course he would get her to snort coke. He reckoned that it would probably take at least a week or two to get her completely hooked and then he would really have some fun with her, he would tease her, making her beg him for them, oh yes, that was when the real fun would begin. Carlos could hear him giggling from the lounge and he grinned, he loved Peder, he had such an evil mind and the anticipation of being a part of what Peder was thinking was almost too much to think about, he grinned a wide toothless grin himself, rubbing himself through his stained jeans. Peder shook out one of the pills and poured a glass of water to go with it, then taking the bag Mohammed had left, he headed back upstairs. He went straight into Amanda's bedroom where she lay on the bed naked and was beginning to stir. "Mummy, I have your medicine Mummy." She opened her eyes and looked at him vacantly for a moment, he could see her thinking, not recognising him. "Medicine mummy," he repeated, "this will make you feel better mummy." "Peter?" she said, a confusion in her voice as she sat up, then realising her nudity she tried to cover herself with her hands. "Don't be silly mummy, I've seen you naked now, we just had sex didn't we mummy?" She looked at him aghast. "Omg, oh Peter, omg," she whispered, "what have I done." Peder sat beside her on the bed. "Take your pill mummy, then you will feel better." Absently, her mind lost in the hell of such an incestual horror and trembling slightly she took the pill from Peder's hand and swallowed it with the water he held for her. Peder smiled wickedly to himself, and then poured a little water down between Amanda's breasts. It trickled down her body disappearing between her legs, and she tried to wipe it away. "Noo Peter, stop it Peter." Peder kissed her fully on the mouth and she gasped again at the blatant sexual urge of his kiss. "Don't you love me mummy, don't you love your son having you?" He nuzzled into her ear. She was gasping now, her body starting to feel hot again, her nipples stiffening again. "N. n noo Peter, oh please stop it Peter please, please we mustn't do this Peter, we mustn't". Peder grinned. "Your boyfriend Mohammed brought you a new dress to wear for me mummy." Peder produced the bag and pushed it into her hands. She shied away from it, looking at him nervously. "Go on open it Mummy." She reaching into the bag and pulled out the red gossamer thin see through nightie. Her eyes were wide in horror and humiliation and she opened her mouth about to exclaim that she wouldn't, she couldn't, but Peder interrupted. "Try it on mummy." He had the nightie out of the bag and was putting it over her head. She tried to answer with a muffled no, but Peder was again far too strong for her, especially now that the drug in her stomach was slowly beginning to add to her earlier dose. There was a slight tussle between them but Peder forced it down over her body. "Oh mummy, you must wear your dress, I know you want to be naked for me but you can do that when we go to bed later." His words caused her to stop "Noo Peter, we we can't we mustn't Peter we have to stop." His kiss was strong, deep, his tongue pushing into her mouth, his hands over her breast, making her quiver in a gaining unwanted and uncontrollable arousal "Don't be silly mummy, you know you love me fucking you, now come on we have to sort out dinner for Carlos." Peder pulled her up from the bed, the nightie sliding into place, its' hem just about covering the round of her bum, but hiding nothing with its totally see through material. He knew that she was aware of this framed nudity, the apparent sluttishness of her look, she was embarrassed, humiliated even yet her nipples were erect again and a stupid sexy aroused feeling was beginning to bubble up inside her head. Her cooking and waiting on them was a curious affair, she hardly knew what she was doing in the kitchen and she felt light headed and wanting to touch herself constantly. Each time she went near either Peder or Carlos, they would touch and teased her near naked body, it all furthered her arousal until she was unable to concentrate or think. They ate quickly almost voraciously until with their hunger sated she once again became the focus of their attention. Peder brought her into the lounge, sitting her on the couch, she looked wide eyed and fazed by the drugs. Carlos began putting a blue movie on the DVD as Peder took off Peter's clothes then he took her hand and pulled her down onto the carpet. "I am going to fuck you again mummy," he said as he kissed her again, his hand trailing across her erect nipples as he pushed her onto her back. "Nooo Peter, nooo please you mustn't." Her words were soft, quiet, but she didn't fight him off she just lay there her legs splayed. Peder slipped on top of her, his cock already stiff and hot against her. "You love me fucking you mummy, don't you, you love my cock inside you don't you mummy, don't you?" He was holding her down with one hand around her throat, whilst the fingers of his other played relentlessly with her clitoris. She squirmed and wriggled under him, her throbbing clitoris fuelling her drug charged lust. "Tell me mummy, tell me, tell me you love me fucking you." Peder kept on as he brought her climax closer and closer until eventually she answered. "Yyss Peter," she gasped. Peder slowed his play. "Yes what mummy, tell me, tell me what mummy." She was quiet for a moment, wriggling as his fingers gently teased her "Y. yss I..i love you fucking me Peter," she whispered in a barely audible gasp. Peder entered her then and she arched her back accepting him as he slid deep inside her. Lying on top of her, thrusting into her, he kissed her more strongly, rudely, aggressively. "I love fucking you mummy." His voice was loud and she cringed and quivered yet giving up to his every thrust. "You want me to breed you don't you mummy?" Her eyes opened wide, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest, her climax almost immediate to his words. He was grinning at her an evil smile knowing that those words had caused her to cum and knowing that inside her head she was messed up with the battle between her drug charged sexual ecstasy and the sin she felt for what was happening to her. He began again, slowly bringing her to her next climax, his mummy words and throbbing cock whipping her into a confused frenzy as she lost more and more ground to the values instilled in her from childhood.. When he finally came inside her she was a moaning wreck begging him to fuck her, begging him to cum and he did, a gleeful ejaculation at the debasement he was leading her to. He got up slowly, leaving her lying there, panting, her eyes closed in exhaustion and turned to a now nude Carlos, glancing at his gleaming erection "She's all yours gorgeous," he said kissing the South American softly, whilst touching the wet head of his hot cock with the palm of his hand. Carlos kissed him back smiling excitedly and as Peder left the room he saw that he was already turning her over on to her stomach. He knew that Carlos would have her for the next couple of hours so he put another tablet with water ready on the kitchen table, scribbling a quick note for his friend to give it to her. Then he headed up to Peters room, for a few hours on the internet. Amanda was given the tablets four times a day together with any other addictive drugs that Peder insisted on and every day she was subjected to sex between him and Carlos and sometimes Mohammed if he came to visit. They took it in turns whilst also doing the maintenance and changes to the house. The big stone wall of the estate that had partially collapsed was now being prepared for rebuilding so that when complete the house, its garden and everything in it would be imprisoned inside the regime of the estate. Peder particularly enjoyed sex with Amanda, in her mind he was her son, he loved that idea and he played on this, taking her to depravities she would never ever have considered, her heart pounding each time in the confused belief inside her brain that she was having sex with her own son. Allowing him to take her and feeling each time his seeded monster sprayed deep into her womb as she quivered and climaxed unstoppably at the fear and ecstasy of being bred by him. By the end of the first week Peder started to introduce a dildo on a blow up male doll of the utmost realism, money was no object to Larson, especially when his company manufactured them. He gave it a nickname for her, "Daddy" and in her drug induced sexual arousal he coached her into riding him, using its rubber cock to itch the itch which was now never ending as she sat astride him. He and Carlos watched her, shouting encouragement telling her to kiss her daddy and to satisfy his never fading erection. As she did so they would sit or lie naked together, kissing and touching each other making their own bisexual enjoyment become a part of her every day life. Towards the end of the next week things began slowly changing, she was beginning to miss the tablets and was starting to hungrily look for them as the time arrived for her dose. Peder could see the signs and he smiled to himself knowing that she would soon be totally lost and under his power. It was then that Peder decided to introduce her to a double headed dildo and a female inflatable doll, a match in realism to Daddy (again the cost didn't matter to them,) He teased her and encouraged her, "Come on mummy, I know you love that mummy don't you?" At first as she slid the dildo into herself, her hands moving it in and out of her wet hungry pussy, then, with it standing proud and vibrating its loud buzz from her yearning throbbing pussy, he made her kiss the doll, just as a male lover would, before turning it over and taking it from behind, she was never allowed to fuck from the front, but always from behind. He whispered to her over and over, each time she was made to do it, so that it became second nature that she must kiss the doll passionately before she was allowed to ride its rear hole and gain the pleasure her body so craved in her noisy climax. Yes Peder was indeed pleased with himself at the way he was moulding her, the way she was beginning to crave the drug, the way she believed totally that he was her son and that she now craved sex with him, wanting him to take her, even starting to beg him for it , she was wet wanting and ready all the time. He also knew that she was now pregnant, it was early days of course, but he knew, after all they had made sure that she would be. He hoped the baby would be his, but in fact it could have been any of theirs, in time they would see and if it wasn't his this time then he would make sure it would be his next time, he laughed at the thought. Larsen who was delighted with the description of their possession, the sexual buzz of the detail, arousing him totally, he could visualise the small quiet blond woman being turned into a sexual slave, thinking that her son was having her over and over, then being persuaded to have sex with the dolls in front of her possessors, he couldn't wait to watch her perform on the film of it all, he was certain it would be a huge hit amongst his clientele. When he was satisfied with their information Larsen picked up the phone again, he wanted to update Yossef. He would be key to their further fun and perhaps when Yossef thought the sissy was ready then they would arrange for them to meet, a very different sissy and a very different mummy and he giggled as he stroked his erection at the thought.