The Rape Chronicles
Part 2
Janice smiled at me, a smile that was mean and vindictive and
triumphant.
I had just agreed to let her punish me. I was buffeted by a swirl of
conflicting and contradictory emotions.
I felt relief, because allowing Janice her revenge was the price of
keeping my son Paul from leaving me.
I felt fear, because I suspected that his fifteen year old girlfriend
was an authentic bitch, and I didn't know what she might be capable of.
Furthermore, she was a bitch I had just insulted and reviled, a bitch I had
ordered out of my house.
I also felt humiliated, as I stood in front of three teenagers, having
just agreed to be "punished," whatever that might mean.
And last, but overwhelming all the other feelings, I felt excitement, a
stomach-fluttering adrenaline rush of lust, because I had put myself at the
mercy of my son's teenage girlfriend. I was now in her power.
It was similar to my emotions of a few hours before, when Paul and
Janice had stood in the doorway of my bedroom. Billy was fucking me in the ass.
I had been groveling on my hands and knees in front of my son's friend, his
friend's cock thrusting back and forth inside my ass. I had been moaning and
crying out, while my son and his girlfriend watched my sick, lewd performance.
When Janice observed to Paul what a slut I was, I had gotten even more
turned on, by knowing that the two of them were watching me. Similar feelings
coursed through me now, excitement at the prospect of having these young people
watch me being humiliated. Because whatever it was that Janice would subject me
to, it would surely involve my degradation.
"Get your ass into the bedroom." Janice was so emotional, so tense, her
voice almost squeaked.
I went into the bedroom. Paul, Billy and Janice followed me. I turned
around, and faced the three young people. My heart pounded in my chest.
"Take your clothes off, slut."
I unbelted my robe, and slipped it off of my arms. It fell down to my
bare feet. I had nothing on underneath.
"It looks like she wanted to be ready for more fucking, guys. Who did
you want to fuck, cunt, Billy or Paul? Or maybe both?"
I stood there silently. I felt another rush of excitement, not only
because I was nude in front of the three teenagers, but because a fifteen year
old girl was demeaning me as I stood there that way.
"Paul, find some nylons, two pair. And you, cunt, lay down on the bed."
I lay down on the bed, on my back.
"On your stomach, slut."
I turned over, onto my stomach.
"OK, Paul, Billy, take those and tie her hands to the headboard."
The two boys came and tied my hands down.
"Spread your legs, slut. Wider!"
Janice spoke with more authority and contempt every time she issued an
order. I obeyed her. I couldn't help myself, I was beginning to get aroused by
her contempt, and by the orders she was issuing, and which I was obeying.
It was as if she was the adult, and I was the child. The more she
ordered me, the more I wanted her to order me. I felt a thrill every time I
obeyed her, knowing that the two boys were watching my slavish compliance.
"Pull your knees up, as far as they'll go. That's it, get that ass up
in the air."
I pulled my legs forward. My ass was now elevated. I felt the moisture
of excitement begin to wet my pussy.
There was a moment of silence. As I lay there, I thought about the
three of them looking at me, seeing the lewd and obscene position Janice had
ordered me to assume. I knew they were looking at my ass, which was now open to
their gaze. With my legs spread, I knew they were looking at my exposed vulva,
and that they could see my anus as well. I knew they were beginning to see my
pussy starting to lubricate itself.
I felt myself shudder, at the knowledge that these teenagers had put me
in this position, and that they could do whatever they wanted to with me.
"Billy, find something in the dresser, so we can blindfold her." Now
there was an unmistakable tone of command in her voice. There was also a note
of excitement.
Billy rummaged around in my dresser, and came up with a bra. He tied it
with the cups around my eyes. I heard them all laugh at the sight it made, at
the sight I made. It was both ludicrous and effective. I couldn't see
anything.
The blindfold shouldn't have made any difference. I was already
completely helpless, tied face down on the bed. But suddenly being deprived of
sight did make a difference. It's difficult to put into words, but I felt even
more vulnerable somehow. I imagined that other people could come into the room
and see me, and I would never even be able to know who they were. I was turned
on by the idea of being bound and nude in front of people I couldn't see.
"You like fucking boys, don't you slut?," Janice finally said, after the
laughter subsided.
I again felt that excitement, at degrading myself in front of these
young people.
"Yes, I like fucking boys." I felt a tremor in my voice.
"You would like to fuck a boy now, wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
I almost saw the smile on her face, as I heard her next words.
"Well, I've got a real treat for you, slut. I've got a 13 year old
brother, and you're going to teach him how to fuck. You're going to teach him
how to make a slut all excited, and how to make a slut moan and beg for cock.
How do you like that, slut?"
I was speechless, in complete surprise and shock.
Despite everything I had been through the last couple of months, the
rape, the incestuous couplings with my son, being given by my son to his friend
the previous night, I was still shocked. I was shocked, shocked when I didn't
think it would be possible to shock me anymore.
"No," I finally said. "I can't do that. I won't do that."
"Oh, you're going to do it, all right. I was hoping that you wouldn't
agree, right away, though. I'm going to have a lot of fun making you agree.
Maybe, I'll have a lot of fun watching my brother make you agree."
I felt the initial stirrings of fear. I was tied up and helpless. But
they couldn't make me do what Janice was saying, there was no way I would do it,
I told myself. I pushed my legs back down. I put them together. It made me
feel less vulnerable.
"Paul, this has gone far enough, you know that I can't do what she's
saying." There was no response. "Paul?"
"Mom, you agreed to do what Janice said, remember? Justin's a horny
little guy, always looking for porn on the internet, always eyeing girls, he
would go nuts using your pussy and tits." There was a moment of silence. Then
he spoke his most cruel words to me yet.
"I can't wait to see it, either."
Suddenly I was infuriated.
"OK, Paul, leave then, I don't care. I would rather have you gone with
your freak of a girlfriend, than to do something that sick. Let me loose, let
me go, and then go if you want, go to hell for all I care!"
Someone slapped me on the ass, hard. I cried out, both from the
surprise and the pain.
"You see, Paul, I told you what she's like. I'm going to get Justin.
I'll be back in a little while. Meanwhile, why don't you and Billy get the slut
excited, so she'll be ready for a good fucking."
Paul and Billy laughed.
"And you better gag her, too. She might decide to make too much noise."
I heard footsteps. Then I felt a hand grab the back of my hair, and
yank my head back.
"I'm going to love watching Justin talk you into letting him fuck you,
bitch. And he will talk you into it, too. It's going to be so fucking easy."
She laughed, and I heard her leave the room.
A minute later I heard the front door slam.
"Paul, you can't..." I started to say, and then a pair of hands pinched
my nostrils shut. As I opened my mouth to breathe, a pair of my own panties was
stuffed in my mouth.
I was now bound, blindfolded and gagged. I was more helpless than ever.
I heard noises from the two boys. I realized they were getting undressed.
"Hey, Paul, Janice isn't going to want us fucking her. She just wants
us to get her all juiced up between the legs, and ready to go."
"I know, that's what we're going to do. But I know I'm going to get
horny while we get her ready. I thought it might be fun to beat off, and shoot
all over her. What do you think?"
"That's a cool idea," Billy laughed.
A minute or so later, someone climbed on the bed, and sat on my back.
The other boy got on the bed between my legs.
I couldn't help feeling a wave of anticipation between my legs, as I
felt a cock and balls pressing against my back. The boy who was sitting there,
holding me down more helplessly than ever, reached down, grabbed my legs, pulled
them apart, and then pulled them forward, almost to my chest. My ass was
elevated once more, open to whatever they were going to do.
It was eerie, and also exciting, that I didn't' know which boy was
sitting on me, and which one had just gotten on the bed between my legs.
The boy who was sitting on me leaned forward. I felt his nose at my
anus. He took a deep breath. Both boys laughed. I felt another shiver of
excitement, as I visualized the picture I made: ass in the air, cheeks spread,
tied down, with two teenage boys at my body, one of them sniffing my asshole.
Once again, being debased was arousing me to a fever pitch of lust. I
knew I was getting wetter, without a hand being placed between my legs. But
that absence quickly changed.
The boy sitting on me reached forward again, this time spreading open my
labia. I moaned at the helpless and obscene picture I knew the boys were
seeing. The other boy began to touch me between the legs.
I felt fingers circling the inner sides of my labia, then rubbing down
along the center groove, then back to circling the inner sides, over and over.
I could almost have climaxed then, as I knew, knew beyond any doubt,
that the boy between my legs was my son. That was the way he always started to
play with me, and to tease me, to get me excited. He could seemingly keep doing
it forever. He loved to tease me until he had me groaning and writhing
uncontrollably.
He had the power to make me act like a slut, and he loved to use that
power. And I loved to let him see that he did have such power over me. I now
showed both boys how completely they could make my body respond to them. I
wanted to show them how much I wanted them using me, and having their way with
my body.
"Paul, I'm letting go of her pussy. There's something else I want to do
with her."
I felt Billy get off me. I kept the same position, though, ass up in
the air, to make myself as available to Paul as I possibly could.
Billy slapped me on the ass.
"Lift your chest up, Norma."
I lifted my chest a few inches off the bed. Billy put his hands under
my torso. I felt his fingers close like tentacles over my breasts. He began
kneading and squeezing them. He rubbed my nipples, then began pulling them out.
I was moaning continuously, from the expert hands of both teenagers.
Had Janice been there, she would have seen me living up to her favorite
adjective for me, that of slut. I was luxuriating in the myriad sensations the
two boys were producing within my helpless body.
Paul continued to touch my pussy with one hand, but now began rimming my
anus with his other hand. I was moaning and groaning. I was frustrated that my
cries were being muffled by the panties stuffed in my mouth. I wanted the kids
to hear what they were doing to me. They could see my body's response and, with
the wetness flooding my vulva.
I knew Paul could now smell it, as well.
Paul put a finger slowly and deeply into my anus. He found my clitoris
at the same time, and began teasing it with his now expert knowledge of my body,
and what it craved and responded to.
"Hey, Mom, you want to know something that really turned me on? It was
when that one nigger fucked you in the ass. Man, I don't see how he got that
huge thing inside this tight hole! You looked like such a whore, letting him do
that to you."
Paul thrust his finger forcefully into my rectum as he said this. I
almost felt like fainting from the excitement his lewd and sadistic comment
caused.
I remembered how Paul had looked, sitting there during my rape, avidly
watching me being sodomized, being fucked in the ass by an enormous black cock.
Paul suddenly sped up the motions of his finger on my clitoris. I came
to a sudden and unexpected climax. I began thrusting my ass back, to meet the
fingers touching my pussy and my asshole. I cried out, through the gag, and
continued to buck my hips, until my orgasm spent itself. With a shuddering
sigh, I lay my chest back down on the bed. I lay there panting, ass still in
the air, submerged in that overwhelming afterglow I always felt after Paul
brought me to orgasm.
The two boys were laughing.
"Goddamn, your mom is a horny slut."
"Yeah, I know. She turns on like a faucet. I can't wait to see her
come, when a 13 year old kid fucks her."
"Do you think we should lay off for awhile?," Billy asked. "If we make
her come too much, maybe she won't when Janice's brother fucks her."
I shivered in humiliation at Paul's next words, but felt the stirrings
of renewed arousal at the same time.
"You can't make her come too much, there's no such thing with her. You
know what we should do? We should see how often we can make her come, before
Janice gets back with Justin. Let's see if you can get her to cream as fast as
I did."
They both laughed.
"OK, then it's my turn. Let me get between her pussy."
I felt the boys moving around.
"Hey, Norma, how would you like me to eat your pussy? You want to feel
my tongue all over this cunt?" As Billy asked his mocking question, he pressed
the edge of his hand against the full length of my vulva. I moved my ass back,
to press my pussy against his hand. I couldn't believe it, I wanted to be
played with again.
"Paul, why don't you talk to her some more about watching those black
guys fuck her? She seemed to get all excited when you said that."
Billy put his tongue on my pussy, and began licking me. He moved it all
over me, licking my clitoris, before he opened my vagina with his fingers. He
put his tongue inside me, and began rotating it within my vagina. That's when
Paul started speaking again.
"You know what else I liked about that night, Mom? Remember when you
were sitting on that one guy's cock, with your back to him? I loved the way he
spread his legs, and the way you looked with your feet on his legs. I've seen
dirty pictures before, but I've never seen a beaver shot that was that gross.
And then the way he played with your tits, at the same time he was pounding that
black meat inside you! You should have seen the look on your face."
I cringed inside at the cruelty and obscenity of Paul's description.
But the very filth of the image, and the memory of the actual event, had the
power to turn me on. Then I remembered what Paul had looked like at that
moment, sitting there in front of me, naked, stroking his hand up and down the
length of his beautiful young cock, almost in rhythm with the thrusting black
cock inside me.
And once again, I felt waves of excruciatingly intense pleasure
cascading down the length of my pussy, from my clitoris to my vagina. I came,
as Billy continued to lick the inside of my vagina.
The two boys laughed again.
"Man, she is like a faucet," Billy said. What a whore, man!"
"Billy, you ready to jack off, and shoot all over her?"
"Oh, yeah, am I ever ready! But what I really want to do is fuck her.
You think when the kid's done with her, I can use her again?"
"Sure, she'd love it, man, you know that."
"Good. I want to put my cock in her ass, then I want to fuck her in the
mouth. I want her to taste her own asshole on my cock, and then I want to
shoot inside her mouth."
"Sounds cool. But let's shoot over her now."
I was instantly aroused again, by what Billy planned for me later. I
would have preferred it happening now. But I was also excited by the prospect
of what the boys were now about to do. I had a vivid picture in my mind of the
two of them stroking their own cocks, while looking down at me. I shivered at
the image of their sperm being ejaculated out of the slit in the knobs of their
cocks, and spurting their thick, white fluid over my prone, nude body.
I was also excited by another thought: even as they had me in their
power, my body had the power to stiffen their cocks, the power to make them
come. I felt a secret pleasure, knowing that this recognition of the two way
nature of lust would never occur to them.
One of the boys sat on my back, facing my ass. The other one pulled my
legs back from under my chest, and sat on the backs of my thighs, facing the
other boy. I felt the bed begin to shake. They were masturbating. The boy on
my back put one hand under my chest, searching for my tit. I lifted my chest
off the bed, to assist him. He began to rub my nipple. The other boy put a
hand in the crack of my ass, and put his finger in my anus. As they touched
me, I felt them increase the speed of their masturbating. Within a couple of
minutes, the boy on my back groaned, and I felt him ejaculating on my ass. A
minute after that the other boy also ejaculated on me.
I was aroused again...no, it's more honest to say that I was still
aroused, as I had been ever since Janice left, and the two boys began teasing
me. Now, as I lay there, submitting helplessly to the indignity of having been
made to climax twice, and having had to endure listening to the contemptuous
insults of Paul and Billy, to all of this was added the degradation of having
them masturbate themselves until their sperm spurted over my ass.
I couldn't see them, of course, but I had a vivid picture in my mind of
how their hands had jerked rapidly up and down their teenage cocks, and I could
almost see the sperm coming out of the ends of their bulbous knobs.
I spread my legs, exposing my pussy, wordlessly inviting them to touch
me again, and to humiliate me by another demonstration of their power to compel
me to arousal. But it was at this moment that I heard the front door open and
close, then Janice's voice, as she entered the bedroom.
"Oh, my God, look at the slut now!" Then she laughed. I knew she was
laughing at the sperm, now dripping from my ass, down the sides of my hips.
I was ashamed. I was humiliated, humiliated at the knowledge that this
mean young bitch, who had caused me to be put in this situation, was seeing me
this way. Then I also remembered how I had just spread my legs, in invitation
to the two boys.
My body shuddered, at the degrading picture I now made to this young
girl, a girl I was truly beginning to hate. And at the same time, I felt a
feverish elation, almost an intoxication, that I was presenting such a salacious
spectacle to my son's malicious girlfriend, and that she was lusting in response
to the degradation which she had engineered.
In some strange way, my very hatred of Janice fueled the lust raging
through me, knowing that I was exposed and vulnerable to anything she wanted to
do to me. There was an added intensity to the lecherous hunger between my legs,
knowing that she hated me, and that I was turning her on by the sight of my
powerless, bound body.
Then, it hit me. Was I also being seen like this by Janice's 13 year
old brother? A wave of revulsion flooded me, a sickening sense of disgust with
myself that a young boy was seeing me this way. A 13 year old child was looking
at me, a grown woman, nude, bound, gagged, blindfolded, with my legs spread in
an obscene invitation to be used.
And then, too, I felt a sense of horror, as I realized that I was ready
to do whatever Janice demanded, including fucking her young brother.
Horror, yes, but a delicious desire, too, as I thought of what it was
going to be like, seeing a 13 year old boy's nude body. How big would his cock
be? How would it feel inside me? Would he be big enough to make me writhe and
moan, and cry out in sluttish lust? It didn't matter, either, because I knew
that I would be aroused to a peak by having Paul and Billy watching me being
fucked by a child.
Above all, Janice would be watching me, as I submitted to her brother's
juvenile lust. I knew that as I was servicing her brother, I would
simultaneously be surrendering to her domination of me.
As I thought of the three of them watching what I would be doing with
Justin, my imagination conjured up images of what they would be witnessing. I
would take Justin's cock in my hands, and manipulate it to maximum length and
hardness. I would put my mouth on him, and suck at the boy's knob. I would let
them see my tongue circling the edge of his head, and then they would see my
tongue licking up and down the length of his shaft.
I felt my vulva wetting itself again, as I imagined their laughter, and
their insulting and contemptuous comments, as I serviced the sexual lust of a
child.
More than anything in the world, I lusted with an overwhelming intensity
for Janice and Paul and Billy to see me begging a 13 year old boy to fuck me,
and then to see me twisting and bucking my body under the child's, in a
shameless and perverted response.
I experienced a sudden sense of frustration. I was unable to let Janice
know I was ready to capitulate to her demands. With the gag in my mouth, I was
powerless to convey to my dominating mistress - and that's what Janice was, now
- I couldn't let her know of my willingness to surrender!
I spread my legs once again, and once again pulled my knees up to my
chest, exposing my pussy and ass to everyone. Please, I thought to myself,
understand what I'm trying to tell you! I had to show Janice she was in control
of me. I felt a tortured need to submit to her. I needed to degrade myself in
front of her. I desperately needed to let her know her triumph over me.
But Janice had already thought through the next step in my degradation.
She knew how she was going to demonstrate her power over me.
I felt the panties suddenly pulled out of my mouth. I took a deep
breath.
"Justin, this is the slut you're going to fuck. But first, we need to
talk her into it."
"Wait," I gasped. "Janice, I'll do it, I'll do whatever you want.
Please, I'm...sorry, I'm sorry Janice. I'll be good, I'll do whatever you say."
I felt giddy, almost dizzy, as I said those words. I was being craven
to my son's girlfriend. I was pleading and begging a 15 year old girl, an
immature and mean spirited teenager, I was pleading and begging her, so that she
would let me fuck her 13 year old brother.
I felt hands pull my "blindfold" off. I blinked at the sudden light
assaulting my eyes. I looked around, first to my left. There was Justin.
He was tall for a 13 year old, and was only a little shorter than Paul.
He was looking down at me. His eyes were wide with what seemed to be
incredulous wonder, at the sight of a naked and bound adult woman.
My ass was still in the air, a lascivious invitation to everyone seeing
it, including this child, a child I was about introduce to the world of sex.
I took a deep breath.
"Please, Janice. Let me fuck your brother. I need a cock, Janice,
please."
I was turned on even more by pleading with Janice to supply me with a
boy. My degradation seemed to know no bounds.
"Tell us all exactly what you want, slut."
"I want to see his cock, Janice. I want to see it and touch it. I want
to put my hands on it, and make it big and hard. I want to see it get long and
hard between my hands. I want to smell it. I want to put my mouth on it. I
want to taste it. I want it fucking my mouth. Then I want it in my pussy. I
want it shoot inside me. I want it to fuck me in the ass, I want it to fuck me
so hard in my asshole that it will hurt. I want him touching my tits. I want
to feel him squeezing my tits. I want him playing with my nipples, and then I
want him sucking my nipples. Please, Janice, let me fuck him. I'll be good to
him, I'll do anything he wants. I'll do anything you want."
There was a moment of stunned silence following my obscene outburst.
"Is it ok if we watch, slut?," Janice asked sarcastically.
"Yes, I want you all to watch. I want you all to see what a slut I am.
You're right, Janice, I am a slut. I deserve to be treated like one. But I
need to be fucked, Janice, please, don't make me wait."
I pictured the way I must look to them, as I said all this. Naked, my
ass stuck up in the air, my vulva and anus open to their view, still sticky from
the sperm of Paul and Billy. I had reached a perfect peak of degradation.
"OK, Justin, this slut is all yours. We'll give you some pointers on
what really makes her act like a whore."
"Janice, are you...will you untie me, please?"
"No, slut. You stay like that for right now. As a matter of fact,
Billy, Paul, gag and blindfold this cunt again."
And just like that, I was once more completely helpless.
Then Justin came over, and my degradation started all over again.
