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"You know what you have to do?" Victor asked for the umpteenth time as we waited for his friends to arrive.
"Yes Victor," I smiled "I know what I have to do. Though I am not sure how much you want me to struggle with your friends."
He considered this while I relived in my mind my seduction and enslavement of only a few precious hours ago, exciting myself even more as I remembered how it felt to be fucked and controlled by my own son.
"Were the boys to have taken you cold," he asked "without me dominating you first, how much would you struggle?"
"I don't honestly know." I replied.
"Would you eventually surrender to them under those conditions?" he tried again.
"Eventually." I smiled "Sooner or later they would have mastered me."
"In which case let them master you." he grinned "Fight them to the end."
"Not you, I couldn't fight you now." I gasped out.
"Having already mastered you I won't be taking you this time, just the other seven." he laughed "I will be there though, I will watch them break you, watch you eventually beg them to do as they wish with you just as you begged me last night. And so you can savour the moment over and over I will be using the video cam to record it all."
I felt a rush of excitement at his last words, but I had to calm myself if the role I was to play for his friends was to be convincing. Not that it was much of a role, I felt terrified at the thought of his friends all taking me, of becoming almost as enslaved by them as I was by my son, I knew that very little of my reactions would be acting. The sound of the doorbell made me jump as the moment of truth arrived; leaving the lounge Victor gave me a last smile and went to let his friends into the house. Alone I felt myself begin to tremble with dread at what I would have to do next, but I knew that I would make my son proud of me by doing as he had ordered. I heard the voices of the boys pass along the hall then fade as they entered their "clubroom" and closed the door behind them. With growing tension I waited for the summons from my son.
"Mother," my son's voice sounded along the hallway "would you come in here."
Taking a deep nervous breath I headed towards the clubroom, before Victors' call I had been feeling slightly aroused, my pussy had been starting to get wet. Now as I walked slowly to the room where I was to be broken to the wills of seven 16-year-old boys I felt my throat tightening with fear and my pussy grow dry. That walk and the feelings it brought about in me must have been something like what those poor French aristocrats had felt on their walk to the scaffold of Madam le Guillotine. All too soon I was at the door with fear threatening to make me turn away and run to my room, in fact I partially turned to flee before the thought of how this would affect Victor came to me. Given a modicum of strength by that thought I straightened my shoulders and knocked at the clubroom door, it opened to reveal Victor.
"You called for me Victor?" I spoke one of my few set lines.
"I did mother," he smiled "do come inside."
I walked through that door with dread at what was to take place filling me, the gentle click of the door closing behind me felt like a cell door banging shut. Victor walked to the other end of the room, as would be natural I followed him mindful of the other boys in the room, yet doing my utmost to focus only on Victor.
"What was it you wanted Victor?" I asked once he came to a stop about three quarters of the way across the room.
"Not me mother," he smiled as he turned and picked up the video cam from a side table "them."
With his chin he indicated the other boys in the room and I did my best to look puzzled but not yet concerned. I raised an eyebrow in query to them.
"Melanie." The boy called Paul spoke out for them all "we wish you to submit to us as we know you have already submitted to Victor. Will you do so willingly?"
I looked at them with the best expression of shocked surprise I could muster, shaking my head I looked over to Victor.
"Don't look to me," he spoke the words we had practiced "the others need to know you have submitted to them because you have done so willingly or because they have mastered you, not because I have commanded you to do so."
I looked back to the other boys and spoke my last scripted line; from here on I would be ad-libbing.
"I have no intention of submitting to you boys at all."
"Well if you won't submit to us willingly it will have to be the other way then." Paul spoke in a low voice filled with menace.
With that I did what would be natural under those circumstances, I turned on my heel and walked quickly towards the door. My heels made little noise on the carpeted floor, but the click of the door being locked filled the room ominously, I paused in mid-stride and stared at the boy Len, he was openly placing the key to the door in a pocket while leering at me meaningfully. Nevertheless I continued my retreat to the door even though I knew escape was not on the cards, tugging at the door handle with true desperation I made a forlorn effort to get out of the room. Then a hand touched my shoulder and I whirled around pressing my back to the door as I looked in turn at each of the seven teen faces in front of me. The fear the boys could see in my stance also showed in my eyes, I was truly afraid and suddenly wanted to truly escape no matter how it may affect my sons' status in the group. Only it was way too late for escape so I stood poised to fight and claw at the boys as they drew in around me, but even this was to be denied me. One boy lunged forward and as I raised a hand to scratch at him another boy lunged in and grabbed my wrist, as though it were a signal all the boys lunged at me, in seconds they had me helpless in their hands and were dragging me screaming and struggling towards the centre of the room.
"Strip her." I heard the boy called Paul command.
As the clothes were literally torn from my struggling body I could see my son taping each and every moment, but I had little time to look to the camera. I was glad that I had taken Victor's advise to wear either old clothes or ones I didn't like, within a minute my clothes, all of them, lay in tatters around my feet. Raising my voice in a plea to the boys to stop what they were doing I tried to cover my breasts with one arm and my pussy with the other hand, I felt tears spring to my eyes as I begged them not to do this thing. My pleas fell on deaf ears though, they had barely left my mouth when the boys moved into a circle around me, then the boys tossed me around their circle, groping my breasts and laughing at my cries for help and my pleas for them to stop. Eventually I came full circle then found myself being thrust around again, this time it was my pussy they focussed their attentions on, they pushed fingers into me, rubbed at it, crushed it and pulled at my clit ignoring all my pleas and struggles. Again I came full circle, I was very afraid and oh so humiliated to be treated so by a group of 16 year old boys, at the same time I was shocked to discover that my pussy was started to grow wet! I had no doubt these boys would be only too happy to discover that wetness.
I was standing in front of Paul; he reached out and speared a finger into my pussy then let out a laugh.
"She's getting wet boys!" he declared.
I slapped his hand away from my pussy and glared fearfully at him, rubbing his wrist the boy smirked at me while speaking to the other boys.
"Enough play," Paul said in a low voice "take her down for her first fucking."
"NOOO!" I cried out and tried to break loose of their circle.
It was a useless gesture on my part, as I had known it would be, in moments they had hold of all my limbs and were laying me none to gently on the floor. Then, while four of them held my limbs the other three undressed, they took the place of three of the boys at my limbs who in their turn stripped. The last boy was relieved and soon I was the centre of seven naked teens all sporting erections that ranged from a 5 inch tiddler to a large 8 inch one, despite my fear at what was about to take place I still managed the pride filled thought that my sons cock outclassed all of theirs in length and girth. The boys holding my struggling legs pushed them apart and up, as Paul knelt down in front of me I cried out my fear at what was to happen. With a laugh the boy thrust his cock into my pussy and began to fuck me with hard strokes. Sobbing I turned my head away and called out to god to help me, laughter was my only reply, that and one of the boys taking hold of either side of my head and forcing me to look up into Paul's face as he fucked me with cruel force. Paul leered down at me then placed his lips on mine with forceful passion. A kiss I did my best to ignore for as long as I could, but the feel of the boys cock sliding in my pussy was exciting me more and more, which I knew was what they were relying on, without warning I found myself giving a groan and returning the boys' kiss. As I returned his kiss Paul gave a grunt into my mouth, pushed hard into me and trembled, in my pussy I felt his cock swell then twitch as he filled me with his juices.
"Damn me," Paul commented breathlessly as he rose from my violated body "she is one hot fuck and no mistake about it."
The next boy to take me was Len; he humped and ground his cock in my pussy, teased my nipples and kissed me until I had almost reached a climax. Then the sod came, grunting out his pleasure even as his jism spurted into me. Len rose from me leaving me quivering on the edge of a climax, desperate to get off yet equally as desperate to escape my rapers. But it was not to be, as Len moved away Alan took his place, once again the young body on top of me thrust and ground with regard only to his pleasure. Thankfully he managed to drive me to a climax shortly before he came himself. John was next and he thrust into me while I was in mid-orgasm, his motions kept me boiling with pleasure and I felt my legs released which let me hump up my lower body to greet John's thrusts. Then John had climaxed and gone from me, his place filled by Ray and eventually Adam took Ray's place, until at last the seventh boy, Ian, took his turn fucking me.
Trembling in climax I lay with my eyes closed, they flew open when I felt myself being hauled to my feet and dragged across the room to the far wall, I barely had time to register the fact that there were iron rings spaced along the wall both high up and low down before I felt one of my hands being tied to a ring. In desperation I tried to kick out and to pull my other hand loose, but they held me too tightly and one by one my wrists and ankles were tied to the rings.
"Will you submit to us?" one of the boys asked.
"No!" I gasped out shaking my head in the negative as hard as I could.
Then I screamed as pain blossomed in my buttocks, using a paddle or something similar they took it in turns to beat my posterior. I sobbed and screamed, pleaded and writhed all to no avail, the beating went on and as had happened with Victor, it also turned me on. In my writhing I made them occasionally miss their target and my screeches were loud and high when whatever it was they were beating me with landed partially or totally on my pussy lips, it was those blows in particular that sent me roaring into an orgasm some unknown time later.
My orgasm seemed to be the signal for the beating to stop, instead hands rubbed and squeezed at my burning buttocks, slid round to squeeze my throbbing pussy lips then moved back to press at my anus. Something slick and slippery pushed a little way into my arse hole making me gasp and wriggle with mixed pain and pleasure. The something, which I could tell was neither a finger nor a cock, pushed further in my back passage in such a slow tortuously sublime manner that I was cumming mere moments later. This time my climax was greeted with a chorus of laughter and ribald comments that did have the effect of humiliating me even more, but the side effect to that was that I merely climaxed all the harder. God alone knows how long I hung attached to those rings, but at no point was my body unattended, hands or objects were touching or filling me constantly and not only singly. At one point two hands were squeezing and pulling at my boobs, another hand was tweaking my clit cruelly, at the same time someone was fucking my pussy hard with a dildo while another dildo twisted and thrust in my arse, as if that wasn't enough my buttocks were being spanked with an irregular rhythm. Screaming, sobbing, shaking and shuddering I was pushed through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until I hung weak and panting in my bonds. My physical collapse must have been a signal to move on to whatever they had planned for me next.
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