A few hours later, I was already home. Or rather, in a place that had essentially become my new home – an apartment with camera monitors. Mom woke up about an hour after I left. Woke up naked in the total darkness of the trunk of the car carrying her. Even though the taser had worn off, she felt unpleasant light tingles all over her body, as if she were still being tased. Very soon she realized that she couldn’t move because her hands and feet were bound, and it was so dark because of the blindfold. Moreover, the feeling that she was still being electrocuted was not only because of the residual effects of the actual hits, but also because of the relentlessly working vibro-eggs inside her that had still not been pulled out. Mom, moaning, began to wriggle in the hope of shoving the devices out of her, but all to nothing. So she had to forcibly orgasm several times during the whole trip. The process was very exhausting, because if another forced orgasm passed, but the intrusive buzzing of the devices did not, and after a while she would have another unwanted orgasm.
When the guys were in place, they untied mom and took out the vibro-eggs and entered the apartment with her. It was obvious how tired mom was. Having washed up, confident that no one was going to touch her, she wanted to rest. And she really wasn’t touched. The five guys present, including the main guy, were about to leave. Before the first of them opened the front door, the main one said:
– See you tomorrow. Don’t forget, you have your first day of work tomorrow. By 9 o’clock we’ll be here, we’ll bring you the clothes you’ve worked off.
At first mom was happy and a little exhaled, thinking that at least for today everything is over. But then she thought about the boy’s words and tomorrow’s work. And so along the train of thought she remembered about the clothes she had used, namely the fact that she didn’t have any underwear or pants. Yes, maybe she had nowhere else to be embarrassed in front of these teenagers, she was standing in front of them completely naked, but she couldn’t afford to go out and walk around without pants and underwear. My mom was twisting her hair around her finger with one hand and nibbling on her lip. She really didn’t want to stop the guys, for she realized how it might turn out, but she had no choice.
– W-wait… I don’t have any pants or underwear for tomorrow. Is there any way I could… uh…
The chief turned to her:
– Work it off?
– Yeah, uhm… sort of…
– But you’ve already failed every assignment you’ve been given.
– Well, maybe there’s another way…?
The chief sighed a little playfully and, after a little thought, said:
– Okay. I can rent these things to you. That is, I will now give you tasks for these things. If you complete them, you get to wear them for exactly one day. So, the next day you need them, you’ll do the tasks again. Is that clear?
– Yes… master…
– You’re getting used to being treated like one, aren’t you, you shameful bitch? Well done. Now get your ass to your room.
Mom, of course, was upset that she wouldn’t rest, but at least she had a chance to get the things she needed.
Entering the room, the chief said:
– I didn’t think up a task for you in advance, so we’ll have to improvise. Let me think…
Mom stood in the center of the room, nervously rubbing her right hand with her left hand and a little confused, shifting her eyes from one guy to another. Still, no matter how long it had been since mom had fallen under the influence, she couldn’t get used to it all. The constant humiliation, rapes, actual torture, the pressure from the outside and the fear of being exposed to her son – no one would ever get used to it. Yes, she endured it every day, the humiliation and trampling of her own dignity and rape had become “routine” for her. But just because she did it every day doesn’t mean she was used to it. It’s just that she had no way out, at least most of the time when she was raped. She buried at least fifty percent of her pride on her own.
After thinking for a minute or two, the chief said:
– So, the task for cowards you will have the following: we will now take turns to sit on the bed, and you will ride on top until the serviced person does not cum. However, there will be one more condition: as soon as the person you are riding on says “voice”, you get off the cock, drop to the floor and, licking balls, tearfully start begging to be given the thing you are working on. You’ll be begging on a timer, let’s say 5 minutes, which we’ll start as soon as you’re down. And since it’s a task after all, you have to be able to fail it, right? Otherwise, it’s too easy. So the condition is this: if the person thought you didn’t beg well enough, you get 2 more tries, also for 5 minutes each. If you fail for them, the task is considered failed. It turns out that you can have 3 attempts for each person. Plus, during your pleading, the person can demand an additional condition, for example, a special pose, facial expression or intonation with which you beg him, and all these actions must please him, otherwise the attempt will not be scored. Is that clear?
Mom even before the task realized that it would not be easy, and she had no choice, these two things she had to work on. So, with a heavy sigh, she walked over and stood in front of the first guy on the bed.
– Come front to me, bitch, – he commanded.
With unconcealed disgust, mom hovered slightly over the guy; putting her hands on his shoulders, she sat on top of him, pressing her vagina against his straining dick, which only made her disgust grow. Her face was almost point-blank to the seated guy. She could see him greedily scrutinizing her body, literally devouring it with his eyes. Soon mom felt two slightly sweaty hands grasp her ass and squeeze. Holding such an ass in your hands was literally the dream of anyone who had ever seen mommy’s tight lush ass. Unwilling to tolerate further foreplay of the unpleasant teenager, mom helped herself a little with her hand, and sat down on his cock. At first not to the end, but then she made an effort and her thighs were in full contact with the guy she was sitting on, and his cock entered deep into her vagina. Mom immediately felt his tip brazenly pushed into her womb, beginning to pressing painfully against it. The guy made a satisfied sound and ordered mom to start moving. He pressed himself closer to her, starting to bite her breasts. Enduring all the disgust, mom began to gently ride him. Disgraced once again, once again with the teenager’s dick inside her. With these thoughts and sensations, mom continued riding for a few minutes, increasing her pace at the behest of the guy, who by then had already stopped rubbing her breasts. Mom tried not to look at his face, but doing so when it was at point-blank range was quite problematic. Soon she noticed that the guy’s expression became even more unpleasant, and then a command was heard:
– Voice!
Mom closed her eyes and exhaled, as if somewhere inside preparing herself for the new wave of humiliation she was about to endure. She lifted herself off of his cock, pulling it out of her and, without fully rising to her feet, off the guy went straight down to the floor.
– H-how should I ask…, – mom asked clearly tiredly and somehow reluctantly.
– So that I like it. And it’s up to you to decide how to ask.
– And how… at the same time… lick?
– Alternate! Why the fuck are you so stupid?!
Mom looked forward and saw the cock she had just gotten off. Lowering her head slightly, she cursed softly under her breath. “What is it, mommy? Don’t you like the thought of having to lick those balls so much you have to beg for your panties too? Go on, lick that fucker’s balls and beg for your own panties, you degraded cunt.” Bringing her face close to his dick, mom smelled that familiar hateful odor. Wrinkling her nose, she moved a little lower and, with her tongue out, began to lick the teenager’s balls.
– While you’re licking, show the peace sign with both hands, – the boy commanded.
Mom, with a slight pause, raised her hands to a level just above her chest and with her fingers showed the required sign. After a minute out of the counted 5, mom interrupted, as quickly as possible taking her head and tongue away from his balls, at the same time lowering her hands, and tried to start mumbling something, but she was interrupted by the guy.
– Don’t take your hands away, keep holding them as you were holding them. And make your voice as pitiful as you can. Make it so pitiful that it sounds like you’re moaning a little.
She raised both hands again, making the gesture. The words came out slowly, and for a long time. She tried to find the right voice along with them, but she could barely get the sounds out of her. She was tired, and the fact that lately she had been forced to beg for something or to apologize shamefully for her “misdeeds,” and each time it was getting harder to find the words and endure it all. After all, when on any occasion you can be forced on your knees to apologize, and any, even worthless or unnecessary thing you need to humiliatingly beg, it really presses. Especially since it happens almost every day. Somehow mom mumbled something for a few minutes, and then went back to the balls. After licking them for another minute or so, she started begging again for the rest of the time. When the time was up, the guy stated:
– Well, that was totally worthless. I mean, everything you do is worthless. But it was totally lame. I couldn’t even hear the slightest moan in your voice. All I want now is not to give you your underwear, but to give you a good slap for not knowing how to do your job. Again.
“Did you hear that, mommy? Your job now is to grovel and lick balls, you hear me? That’s a verdict that suits you. So you can continue to disgrace yourself further.” After his words, mom sighed bitterly, and everyone could see tears in her eyes. She swallowed the lump that came up with the tears and brought her head close to the teenager’s balls again. A few tears rolled down her cheeks as her tongue touched them again. As she licked, her crying slowly dissipated and the tears began to flow in multiples. In moments like this, she thought again and again about the position she was in now, how it had come to this, and what awaited her next. How she, an educated adult woman who had worked honestly all her life, deserved to sit naked on the floor and lick the stinking balls of arrogant teenagers. And the more she thought about it, the more her crying got worse. Of course, she thought it was completely unfair. And there was some truth to that. After all, she’d been put in this position simply because she was attractive and her hot body wanted to be taken over. Why was she being humiliated? Why? What wrong has she done to these people personally? Why do they want to see her shame? All of these questions she could not answer. Instead, she only felt one great injustice. And yet, in spite of her, could she do anything about it? Mom herself seemed to realize that she couldn’t. And that realization made the ball-licking even more painful, as did her crying. I, by then, because I had lost almost the slightest respect for her, didn’t feel sorry for her. Her ball-licking seemed to me to be a natural action, given all her failed attempts to show her pride. Even though I was still overcome with some anger and resentment at her previous lack of willfulness, it seemed to me to be a fair outcome. After all, had I ever imagined that I would sit and watch my dear and unassailable mommy crying and forcefully licking some bastards’ dicks and balls? Hardly a sight better than this.
When my mom took her tongue off the balls, her pleading began again. Her crying was added to the already hard-to-pick-up words. So now her mumbling voice became more shaky and was accompanied by sighs, sobs and sniffles. To these she tried to add the moans the boy demanded, and she even succeeded. With that intonation it really did sound very arousing. It was obvious she was trying to find the right words so she wouldn’t be forced to speak again, taking away her last remaining attempt.
After a couple minutes, she paused for balls and then begged again before time ran out. However, when she was done and time was up, the guy said:
– No, wrong one. Again.
From the sly look on the guy’s face and the chuckles of his companions, mom realized he was doing it on purpose. Just extending her embarrassment. Along with the anger that came over mom, a new wave of tears of helplessness came. With her cheekbones tense with anger and her fists clenched, mom once again reached her tongue out and approached the bullying teen’s balls. How well that moment characterized her. She was furious, feeling pure hatred, clenched her fists until her fingers ached, and yet she tearfully continued to polish her abuser’s sweaty balls. “Your whole life for the last few months in one moment, mommy.”
Once again recoiling from the hated balls, mom began her pleas again. She realized that this was her last attempt and therefore there could be no failure. I don’t know by what effort, but she overcame the vestiges of pride, if she had any, and at one point stooped to insulting herself. She’d done this sort of thing before, but that was under orders. But here, apparently desperate and afraid that she would fail the task, she decided to insult herself on her own, hoping that at least it would please her abuser. Throughout her speech, words such as: “whore”, ‘bitch’, ‘servant’, ‘worthless’, and so on. “What a disgrace. What have you lowered yourself to, mom? It doesn’t matter how sincere it sounds, what matters is that you’re saying it out loud, making up all the words on the spot on your own, not at someone else’s command,” – I thought with a sort of rolling disgust.
Having performed another ritual with the balls already simply polished to a shine, the rest of the time my mother pleaded again. At its expiration, the verdict was pronounced:
– Okay, that’s it. Sit back down on the dick.
Mom exhaled slightly and, wiping away her tears little by little, climbed back up, sitting back down on the guy. “How humiliated do you have to be that your rapist’s words that you can sit on his cock again sound to you like an acknowledgment of a ‘victory’ achieved and a mission accomplished?”
The rest of the time mom rode the guy non-stop. Soon he cummed and a copious stream of his seed began to pour into mom, filling her womb. As soon as this happened, she immediately changed in her face, tightening her lips and making her eyebrows “house”. She had that feeling again. The feeling of her womb filling with cum from yet another person she hated. She hated that feeling. Hated it almost more than all the humiliation. The feeling of the sticky semen of an insolent teenager filling the space of her poor womb always, in addition to the obvious disgust, caused mom both a feeling of boundless rage and a desire to cry. It was a real savagery for her, a woman who was not a promiscuous and well-mannered lady, even after so many months, to accept the semen of unknown and understandably hated guys inside her.
But the guy who was cumming inside her and obviously enjoying it didn’t care about her feelings. Spewing out every last drop, he ordered mom to get up off himself. And in a moment a new guy was sitting in front of her, on whose cock she was to sit. Before it happened, he said:
– Sit with your back to me.
At this point, mom was glad that she wouldn’t have to look her rapist in the eyes, but when she sat on him, she realized that instead of him, she would be looking at all the other guys watching her intently. After shoving the new dick into her, mom continued her movements, riding him.
As she bounced around, she tried her best not to look at the guys staring at her. But even if she didn’t cross their gazes, she could feel them on her. In her head she pictured a scene of four horny teenagers standing around watching her, a grown woman, obediently riding their mate’s dick with tears. And that made her feel another wave of shame, because she knew that it was not just a “picture in her head”, but the truth.
After a while, the command was heard again:
– Voice.
Mom stopped, got off the cock, and lowered herself to the floor. Another barrage of embarrassment awaited her. Of course, this guy wasn’t going to let her go early either. So when mom licked his balls and begged him as hard as she could, she only got a dry one in response:
– Again.
She expected this, but the inner pain and shame didn’t lessen. Everything, as with the first guy, came to the last attempt and only on it she received permission to sit on the dick again. On the one hand, mom understood that most likely each of the guys would bring her to the last try and, it turns out, there was no point in the previous two. But on the other hand, if she would be frankly shoddy, then she and the last attempt out of spite would not count, so she had to give her best on each of them, on the last one even more so.
The guy also added a little difficulty to mom’s pleading again. He grabbed her arms and held them outstretched on the bed beside him. So now, even as mom finished licking his balls, her head was no further away from them than a couple of inches. And part of her face was covered by the guy’s dick as she looked up. So her pleas were literally coming from under his cock.
Back on the cock after her third try, she bounced all the way down until she got another load of cum into her womb.
All the subsequent guys didn’t let mom go before her third try either, so she had to humiliate herself in front of each of them three times as much. The conditions during the pleasuring were just as attached: one put his cock on her face, drove it in and pounding the whole time until mom finished talking; the main one made mom touch and knead her own breasts; and the last one made her do squats throughout the whole process.
When they were done, the panting and sweaty mom, breathing deeply, sat down on the bed.
– Congratulations, you’ve worked your rent panties off, – said the main guy.
“By the feel of it, renting those panties was harder than some full-fledged workouts,” – I thought.
I couldn’t tell from the look on my mom’s face that she was happy with what she heard, but at least she was relieved that at the very minimum she was able to work out at one important piece of clothing.
– So, there are still pants left, right? – the head man asked.
– Yes, – mom answered, still breathing heavily.
– I see you’re tired. Well, you should be. Well, in that case, the next task will not burden you physically.
Mom was not happy about this statement for long, because after the next words of the guy, on her face you could see more fear and confusion:
– To work your pants off, you have to agree to help me with your girl. You’re gonna say it on camera.
– N-no… please something else…
– 5 minutes to think about it. As soon as the alarm clock rings, we’ll come back to the room to hear your decision, – interrupting her the chief finished and together with the others left the room.
Completely confused mom silently looked at the back of the departing guys; her lips were shaking and her eyes were full of tears of despair. Stumped. Again.
As soon as the guy in charge left the room, I called him to ask the obvious question:
– You said the issue with Anya had already been resolved, why do you need her help?
The guy in charge laughed as if I was asking something stupid, and then answered:
– Do you really think that your worthless mommy could help me in any way in this case? She can barely deal with dicks, and we’re talking serious work here. Well, originally I really thought about involving her in the process, but the next day I canceled that decision.
– What about all the punishments and all the tough shit she had to put up with because she didn’t want to help?
– It was nothing. It’s just an excuse to make her more fun to play with.
– Play? You call that playing? She’s been tortured periodically.
– So what? Like she could have avoided it if she hadn’t had that whole friend act. Anyway, if I’d wanted to, I could have given her a lot more than that.
– Yeah, I can’t argue with that. But there are some things she probably wouldn’t have agreed to if it wasn’t for that phony excuse.
– Well, then we’d have to force her. But when that bitch breaks herself, it’s a lot more fun to watch.
– Yeah, I guess so. Oh, and another question, why would you want to record her on camera?
– You’ll find out later, it’s a surprise. I’ll tell you one thing: her girlfriend also went through this “ritual” and, let’s just say, she broke down much less. And let’s just say we didn’t even have to threaten her. Typical female friendship. Although, I have to admit, your mom did a good job staying strong.
– So, while mom was suffering through all this, Anya agreed to help out?
– Uh-huh. We told her about the same thing, that if she helps with your mom, she’ll make her own life easier. So she said yes almost without thinking.
– She may be pretty, but honestly, she’s a fucking bitch. I didn’t expect her to be.
– Yeah, it’s bad luck for your mom to have a friend like that. But what can we do?
I hung up after that. I was really surprised. It turns out that all this time that mom endured these endless humiliations, thinking that this way heroically saves her friend, in fact was only her fantasy, and the friend turned out to be fake and easily betrayed mom. Nothing depended on her from the beginning and she put up with it all for nothing. If it was a surprise to me, it would be a big blow to my mom. After all, one of the sources of her pride was the idea that she was protecting a dear person by her sufferings. In reality, she was just willingly agreeing to be humiliated and hurt when she could have avoided it. For a second I even felt sorry for her again. But then the thought came back that sometimes she humiliated herself without reminding herself about her friend. So the pity under the pressure of such thoughts was gone again.
Meanwhile, mom continued to sit on the bed. Clearly nervous, she shook slightly. Her crying had subsided, but it had not stopped, so she used a paper handkerchief to dab away her tears. For her, who did not know the bitter truth, the situation was absolutely hopeless: either she agrees to their disgusting condition, or goes to work without pants. To go out in just panties on the street mom could not afford. But then what was all her “struggle” for? She was so zealous in refusing to help them, instead she endured a lot of shame and thereby demonstrating to them: “Look, whatever you do to me, you won’t break me”. And now all her resistance, all her principle is going to end up like this? So easily? She was hurt to the point of gnashing her teeth. But she couldn’t choose anything else; she needed clothes she couldn’t appear on the street without. It was with great regret and pain that she realized that even here she could not win her little battle and in the end she still had to bend to the terms of her abusers. Mommy sadly lowered her head and cried harder than before. She wasn’t crying because of her friend, no. She was crying because of the realization of her defeat, because of the fact that despite all the truly titanic efforts, she could not rub noses of the arrogant boys who considered her helpless and weak-willed. Yes, the condition of going outside without pants was exorbitant, but even this did not calm mom, and she still considered her defeat incredibly hurtful and humiliating.
After the promised five minutes, the boys returned to the room.
– Well, have you decided? – the main one asked.
– Yes, – answered the mom sadly.
– I think the decision is clear to everyone. But let’s make everything official and beautiful. Get down on your knees and when I ask you a question, answer it directly into the camera.
Without further ado, mom knelt down. In front of her was the chief with the camera on his phone.
– А… why are you filming? – mom asked perplexed.
– It’s none of your business. So, the question is: are you ready to help us unconditionally to get your friend into a situation as desperate as yours, in exchange for a better and easier life for yourself?
There was a ten-second pause. Every one of those seconds my mother seemed to accept, to absorb this shameful defeat, the result of which was that she was forced to accept the conditions imposed. Finally, wiping away her endless tears again, she looked up at the camera with a pitiful and disappointed expression and quietly said:
– Yes… Ready…
That was it. She has lost. Her fight is over. Perhaps too easily. She was driven to a dead end very easily and could have done it a lot sooner. But they just didn’t want to and gave mom the illusion of her heroic resistance. With her head down, mom stared almost silently at the floor.
– And… cut! Great footage for the archives, – the chief said contentedly, – Okay, take it easy, bitch. You have a big day tomorrow, so get a good night’s sleep.
In a few minutes the guys were gone. Mom was left alone in the apartment, naked, with semen in her uterus, digesting her bitter defeat. For another 20 minutes she sat on the floor and, unable to calm down, cried.
As soon as the chief left the apartment, I called him again:
– How will she help you now? You and Anya have already solved all the issues.
– I’ll figure something out. That’s not the main thing.
– I take it the main thing was the fact of her confirmation?
– Of course it was. I mean, she’s spent so much time showing how fucking principled and unyielding she is. So it was a matter of principle to show her she was just another humiliated bitch. And she can shove her principles in her own ass.
– But it wasn’t very fair. The condition that she walks down the street with her pants off is too harsh.
– What the fuck do you think I care? If a person has a principle, shouldn’t he hold to it no matter what? So I gave her a choice. Even if it’s a tough one.
That’s pretty much the answer I was expecting, I just wanted to make sure.
– What about Anya? – I decided to ask one last question.
– We’re going to see her tomorrow. Your mom will be at work, and we need to do something. Do you want to come with us?
– You ask.
– All right, then tomorrow at 10 o’clock, come to your apartment building. We’ll give your mom her stuff and then we’ll go.
– One more question. How’d you hook up with her anyway?
– Like I said, she was a little more difficult. It took some serious connections to get all her paperwork. We put a couple fake signatures and stamps on her and she owed our bank an amount that if you start counting zeros after the first digit, there’s a good chance you’ll get it wrong the first time. The bitch went to court despite threats. But, fortunately, there are our people there and the case was closed, although it took a lot of work. So now she is not inferior to your mom in terms of status, but on the level of resistance she is much stronger. Compared to her, your mom’s really weak. There’s a lot of fucking work to be done on her. Tomorrow’s basically just the first day she’s been on our hook.
– I see. By the way, as far as I know, she’s divorced, but she has a son. I’ve always disliked him, to be honest, he’s brash and mean, and at that age, he’s a couple years younger than me. What about him?
– He’s living with his dad now. The bitch is loving him. But the son, he don’t like his mommy, by the way he talks. He blames her for the divorce. I told him his mom’s got a real problem, but he didn’t give a shit. That’s the way it is.
– Okay. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.
With a little shiver, I looked forward to tomorrow, somehow forgetting about my mom. Meanwhile, she cried, showered, ate dinner, and went to bed. Her anticipation of tomorrow, unlike mine, was much less sweet and long-awaited. Her first day of work awaited her.
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