The Gamble 1/4 (M(mulitple)/F, cf, nc, gang, inc, son-mom)
The Gamble - Part 1
I sat and stared across the room at my son who sat with his head in his
hands, his whole demeanor was one of defeat. He looked up at me with
tears threatening to flow in his eyes, and then put his head back in
"Tell me again what he said." I said softly with disbelief tingeing my
In a dull voice my 15-year-old son repeated what he'd told me no more
than twenty minutes past.
"Don said the only way to stop him bullying me was for you to beat his
girlfriend in a fight."
Shaking my head I wondered what the hell was going on. I'd known that
an older boy called Don and his gang of bully-boys was harassing the
kids in the area, along with a number of other parents I'd complained
to the local authorities and even the police, yet they'd seemed
powerless to stop this teenager's reign of terror. Now he'd given my
son an out and I knew that there had to be a catch in it somewhere,
though for the life of me I couldn't see what it was. Don's girlfriend
would certainly have the advantage of youth on her side, but I'd seen
the girl hanging off his arm and she was a mere wisp of a girl. I might
have been 31, but I was in damned good shape thanks to daily workouts,
I had the height, weight, reach on this 'girlfriend', and felt
confident of the outcome if we met. Looking at my son I decided that he
was at the end of his tether, if all it was going to take was beating
the slip of girl Don called his girlfriend to end my Bob's torment so
"Okay," I said firmly, "where and when does this fight take place?"
"Mum, no, don't!" Bob gasped, his head whipping up out of his hands.
"I can beat that girl I see hanging off his arm." I said
confidently, "Trust me."
"Oh please mum," my son pleaded with me, "you can't. The bastard has
something up his sleeve; I just know it. Please mum, I don't want you
to get hurt!"
The concern in his voice gave me a moment of doubt, but I felt
confident in my ability to win against the girl. Looking at Bob I gave
him a confident smile and repeated my question about when and where the
fight was to be. After about five minutes of trying to dissuade me from
the idea of taking up the challenge Bob finally gave in.
"He said if you had the guts to accept the challenge" he sighed
forlornly, "we should be at the old sports club at seven thirty tonight
When he faltered I waited a few moments before encouraging him to go on.
"And" he said with great reluctance, "you had to dress right."
"Dress right?" I repeated in a puzzled tone.
"Mum, please don't do this." Bob pleaded with me again.
"Bob, just tell me what the hell this 'dress right' means." I replied
more firmly than I'd intended.
"No trousers, slacks, jeans or shorts." he said softly staring down at
the floor, "Dresses or blouse and skirt are okay. Stockings, no tights;
knee-highs or socks and high heels. Bra and panties, no one-piece
leotards or swim suits, no bikinis. Mum, please, I'm begging you don't
I waved off his final plea as I thought about the 'uniform' Don had set
for the fight, it seemed quite clear to me that he was hoping to get a
few flashes of body parts during the conflict. Well, if I had anything
to do with it the fight would be over as soon as it started. Glancing
at the clock I noted it was approaching six forty, if we were to get to
the old sports club on time I needed to get a move on. Rising I told my
son to get himself ready while I changed, he looked at me with pleading
eyes, but got up to get himself ready as I had asked.
All the way to the place where this fight was to take place my son
pleaded with me not to go through with it, I was touched by his
assertion that he would rather be bullied than see me harmed. Full of
my own confidence I tried my best to reassure him that everything would
be just fine, that I'd beat the girl easily, that I wouldn't come to
any harm and the bullying would stop. Yet nothing I said seemed to calm
his fears, he was positive that Don had some trick or other up his
sleeve. Some of his doubt rubbed off on me and I wondered what it might
be Don could possibly do to change the outcome of the fight in favor
of his diminutive girlfriend.
With five minutes to spare we arrived at the old sports club, it was a
secluded site hidden away in one corner of a large park, and when I say
hidden I mean just that. The place was concealed behind a stand of
trees and bushes, so much so that not everyone even knew the place was
there, many assumed that it had been torn down years back, but there it
stood and it seemed that Don had turned it into his little domain.
There were lights on in the main gym and I led my son inside with him
almost going down on his knees to beg me to turn around and go home.
Inside the gym was a group of fifteen 16 and 17 year old boys, one of
whom I instantly recognized as the chief bully Don, there were also
about three teenaged girls there, one of whom was the petite girlfriend
I was to fight. As we crossed the dirty floor of the gym Don spotted us
and grinned triumphantly, a shiver ran down my spine at the look of
sheer confidence in the youths face, but I steeled myself with the
thought that his girlfriend was a pushover.
"Well, well," Don crowed, "look who we have here. Seems momma has got
some guts after all."
The gang of boys all laughed at his comment, annoyed I walked up to him
and glared at him.
"I see you dressed right." Don smirked looking me up and down.
Now I was proud of my figure, but his look was disgusting and I wanted
to wipe that smirk off his face.
"Just get on with it." I snapped.
"Ooh," he laughed, "a cocky bitch eh? Well I'll tell you what, let's
just up the ante shall we?"
"What the hell are you prattling about?" I frowned.
"Well, if you feel so confident about winning" Don smirked looking me
in the eyes challengingly, "why not make the stakes even more
"Like what?" I snapped.
"God mum, no!" Bob gasped behind me.
"Shut up wimp!" Don snapped menacingly at my son, then smirked at me
again, "How about 24, no make that 48 hours of service."
He had lost me totally, just what the hell did he mean by 'service'? My
puzzlement must have been obvious because the youth laughed.
"What's up bitch, don't know what service is?" he cackled with his gang
joining in the laughter, "Let me make it simple for you. You win and we
leave your wimp of a boy alone plus you get to have me do anything you
want for the next 48 hours..."
It sounded stupid, especially as the only 'service' this boy could do
for me when I won was to leap off a tall building. His 'dramatic' pause
drew on for a few heartbeats then he went on.
"You lose" his voice dropped menacingly, "and your boy keeps getting
the treatment and you do anything I want for 48 hours. Anything! And in
case you think of welching remember we got your kid here."
"And what's going to stop you welching when I win?" I snapped angrily.
He laughed at me and swept his arm around his gang.
"I got a rep lady," he sneered, "I'd lose respect if I welch on a
deal. 'Sides, you got to win first bitch, if you think you're up for it
of course. Are you on or not?"
I was more determined than ever to wipe the smile off the bastard's
face, he was throwing out the additional challenge and I looked him
straight in the eyes as I answered.
"You're on!" I snapped, "Now cut the chatter and let's get this over
with, I have things to do!"
"No!" I heard Bob breathe, "Oh God no!"
"It's okay Bob," I smiled at him over my shoulder, "this won't take
"I'm lookin' forward to taking you down a peg or two bitch." Don
growled at my comment to my son.
"Dream on." I smiled confidently.
"Okay, get it on then." Don snapped waving at his girlfriend to come
The boys all formed a large circle around us as I eyed up the short
teenager facing me, I grinned at the thought that she wouldn't last
long against me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Don grab my son and
pointedly order him to watch the fight, but I couldn't let myself be
distracted by this. The girl moved and I tensed ready for her attack,
only she just paced around me so I had to keep turning to face her.
Around and around she paced, he lips parted in a cruel grin that began
to get on my nerves, then suddenly she bounced at me, I punched out at
her then gasped with pain as the girl ducked under my punch and hit me
in the gut. For a moment I was winded and that moment was all this girl
needed, I felt her foot hit the back of my knee and I dropped to my
knees, she was all over me before my knees hit the ground!
I suddenly felt my head jerked backwards sharply by a hand painfully
grasping my hair, an arm went around my throat in a chokehold and I
gave a choked cry as the girls arm tightened relentlessly. Grasping at
her arm I tried to pull it away from my throat, I was shocked to
discover that I couldn't budge her arm even a millimeter, her muscles
felt like knotted bands of steel under her thin blouse as I gurgled in
her grasp. It was my son crying out to me that gave me the strength to
make a last effort, punching back over my shoulder I felt my fist
connect with the girl's face, heard her cry out and her arm loose it's
hold for a moment. With a desperate strength I tore loose from her
grasp and struggled to my feet, turning to face her I gasped for breath
and threw another punch at her. Once again my blow failed to land as
she ducked under it and hit me in the gut again, what breath I had left
whooshed out of my body with an 'oof' as I curled over the girl's fist.
I cried out in pain as her fingers locked themselves in my hair and
pulled me forward, I hit the ground with enough force to stun me and as
I struggled to my hands and knees the girl kicked me in the ribs with
enough force to twist me over onto my back. Even as my back was
striking the ground she was leaping astride my chest, groaning I tried
to struggle up against her and she slapped me across the face. I cried
out at the sudden pain across my cheek, then again as she slapped the
other cheek, her small fists struck downwards and I yelped as she
punched me in the breasts. Her hands grasped the front of my blouse and
tugged, though the haze of my pain I heard and felt the buttons
bursting, my blouse flapped open to slide down either side of my body
as the girl dug her fingers into my breasts painfully. Grasping her
wrists I tried to push them away from me as her fingers mashed at my
boobs making tears spring to my eyes.
"Not so tough now bitch!" the girl hissed at me.
Grasping my hair she started banging my head in the floor leaving me
dazed and stunned, I felt her get off me, roll me over then my arms
were jerked backwards as my blouse was torn from me. Shaking my head I
tried to push myself up, but I just couldn't seem to find the strength
and before I had raised myself more than a few inches she was on me
again. She jerked my head backwards by my hair with one hand while the
other tugged at the back of my bra, desperately I tried to reach around
to stop her pulling the hooks open, but I couldn't get at her. Suddenly
my bra went loose, with a cry of humiliation I flung an arm across my
chest as she pulled my upper body upwards by my hair. Despite all my
struggles this petite teen tore the bra from me then stood up, she
kicked me in the ribs again and I cried out, next thing she was behind
me, her hands pulling at my skirt as I kicked and screamed at her. I
tried to grab at my skirt with one hand while covering my bare breasts
with the other, but there was no way I could hold my skirt up one
handed. With a laugh the girl ripped it from me, forcing me over on my
back as she pulled it off my kicking legs, as she threw the skirt aside
I lashed out with one foot and caught the girl in the ribs, with
a 'whooof' she flew backwards.
Gathering myself I climbed to my feet and kicked her again, I was
hitting at her with everything I had left, her cries sounding with each
blow I landed. Just as I thought I was getting the upper hand she
reached up and dug her fingers into my pussy, her nails digging
painfully into me even through my panties. My scream rang around the
gym as I staggered backwards away from the girl's grasp, but she moved
with me, squeezing and crushing at my pussy as she rose to her feet,
desperately I clawed at her hand trying to free myself. Then my screams
became a breathless gasp as she hit me in the stomach with her other
hand, her clutching hand released my pussy as I doubled over, when she
grabbed the waistband of my panties and tugged sharply at it I didn't
have the strength to resist. With unbelievable strength she literally
ripped the panties from my body, jerking me towards her as I became
nude, as our bodies collided I tried to grasp her, but somehow she
twisted me around, I felt her hand lock around one of my wrists and
force it up my back. She forced me to my knees, my arm feeling as
though it would break at any moment as she pushed it further up my
back, crying out I tried to twist free to no avail. Then her sharp
clawed finger were digging at my pussy again, my legs jerked out as she
dug her nails in, my scream echoing around the room to die in a groan
as my body crashed down to the hard floor.
"Fucking bitch!" the girl hissed at me, "Thought a stuck up cow like
you could beat me did you, well now you know better!"
Her knee came down in the small of my back pinning me to the ground as
with one hand she tried to force my arm up between my shoulder blades
and with the other hand assaulted my pussy. I couldn't take any more
punishment from her, I cried out to her to stop, I begged her to stop
and she laughed at me, her laughter joined by the rest of the group
"Do you surrender bitch?" the girl hissed.
"Yes!" I cried, "I give in, I surrender!"
"Know what that means bitch?" she laughed, "You lost, you're Don's for
the next two days."
I groaned in despair at her words, but she wanted more than a groan out
"Say it bitch," she snarled pushing my arm up harder, "say it! Say what
"I lost," I whispered, "I'm Don's for the next 48 hours."
"Louder!" she snapped digging her fingers into my pussy again.
"I lost," I screamed out, "please no more, I lost and I have to do
whatever Don wants for the next 48 hours!"
Suddenly she released me and stood up, she prodded me almost
contemptuously with her foot the walked away from me. With tear filled
eyes I struggled to my feet trying to cover my pussy and boobs with my
arms, raising my eyes I found myself looking at my son, his face held a
look of shock and dismay, beside him stood a leering Don. His eyes
raked over my battered body, and then he crooked a finger at me
signaling me to come to him. My legs felt unsteady as I walked the few
feet towards him, his eyes burning into me as I came to a stop in front
"Bit late to be covering up ain't it." He smirked.
I knew he was right, they must all have seen my naked body as I
struggled against Don's girlfriend, but something in me had needed to
try to keep one thread of dignity. Don raised an eyebrow and I knew
what he wanted without his needing to say another word, my face burned
with embarrassment and shame as I let my hands drop to my sides in
submission. His smirk grew wider as he let his eyes rove over my now
fully exposed body.
"Listen and listen good," he said looking me in the eyes, "you got two
days to recover in, Friday at eight you be back here with your wimp-
I nodded, but he repeated his question sharply.
"Yes," I sobbed in humiliation, "I understand."
"Good!" he said, "When you come you be dressed in the smallest mini-
skirt you can find, even if it means buying a new one, got that?"
"I understand." I sobbed.
"On top you wear a see-through blouse," he went on, "no bra or panties.
"Yes." I replied numbly.
"Lastly you wear stocking and the highest heels you have," he
continued, "and if you have nothing less than four inches you go out
and buy a pair. Got all that."
"Yes." I replied.
"Then repeat it!" he snapped sharply.
"I...I have to be here by eight on Friday night," I sobbed, "wearing
the shortest mini-skirt I can find, a see-through blouse, stockings and
high heels of at least four inches. No bra or panties."
Laughing he dismissed me, but as I reached down to grab the tatters of
my clothing he snapped.
"You go as you are, those are Cherries prize."
Sobbing with shame and humiliation I fled the gym with my son beside me
struggling to get his jacket off. Outside he put his jacket around my
shoulders and gave me the car keys, how I made that drive home I'll
never know, I felt stunned, shocked and totally humiliated by my defeat
at the hands of a girl half my size. When we got home Bob helped me up
to the bathroom then left me to wallow in my misery under a warm
shower, cleaned and dried I felt little better. Numbly I tottered to my
bedroom, my son suddenly there beside me supporting me to my bed,
covering me with the bedclothes and sitting beside me as the tears
flowed down my face.
"I should have listened to you." I sobbed.
"Oh mum, what are you going to do?" he sighed sorrowfully.
"What can I do?" I bawled, "If I don't show up, dressed the way he said
they'll hurt you Bob, God I can't let that happen! I just can't believe
that I lost to that girl!"
"I heard some of them talking," he sighed, "they were saying Cherrie is
a semi-professional wrestler on some circuit or other. I knew that
bastard Don had something up his sleeve! Mum, don't go, I'll risk
whatever he'll try to do, but please don't go, they'll hurt you again,
I know it!"
"Darling," I sighed tearfully as I reached up to stroke his face
gently, "you know there's no choice, I have to go or see you injured by
them, probably badly. I can't, I won't let that happen to you Bob, no
matter what it costs me."
"I love you mum." I sighed giving me a hug, "I feel this is all my
fault. If I wasn't such a wimp I could have fought my own battles."
"Don't blame yourself Bob," I comforted him, "there's little you could
do alone against so many of them. This situation is my doing, I was too
cock sure of myself, I was so sure I was going to win I let Don
maneuvers me into upping the stakes. I gambled and lost. Now, give me
another hug and then off to bed with you."
When he had gone I lay staring up at the ceiling, tears welling up in
my eyes and streaming down my face as I thought about just what
Don's 'anything' would be come Friday. The way he wanted me dressed
left no doubt at all that I was to become a sexual plaything for 48
hours and although I was no shrinking violet where sex was concerned I
was in dread of what the bastard had planned for me.
I got through the time before I was set to show up at the gym like a
zombie, fear clutching at me constantly as the hours passed. What made
things seem even worse to me was that I had to pay for the privilege of
being enslaved for 48 hours, nothing in my wardrobe would suit what Don
had stated in no uncertain terms that I was to wear. The boutique I'd
bought the mini-skirt and blouse in was miles from my home, the
assistant had grinned when I had stated my needs and my blush of
embarrassment only made her grin all the more. When I left the place I
had a skirt so miniscule that it didn't cover me at all, both my
buttocks and my pussy could be glimpsed easily whether I moved or
stayed still as for the blouse, it was so sheer as to be as clear as
glass! The shop had even had the high heels I needed to buy, I had
never worn anything higher than three inches, these were double that
and I knew I would have to practice walking in them before I arrived
for my humiliation on Friday night. Lastly the assistant sold me self-
grip stockings, as she packed all my purchases she commented that 'my
lover was in for a great time', her words sent an icy chill through me.
Then the hours were all gone, as I prepared for the ordeal ahead I felt
the urge to hide myself away growing and growing inside me, only the
thoughts of what would happen to my son kept me moving. When I dressed
and looked at myself in the mirror I felt my face blushing, I looked
like a slut, my boobs were totally on display, my pussy peeked from
under the hem of the skirt. Looking at my face I wondered if I should
put on make-up, Don had said nothing about it and I decided that he
could get stuffed if he thought I was making myself up for him. When I
finally left my room it was with the grim determination to get the
affair over and done with. Bob was waiting for me in the living room,
his expression glum and forlorn, as I walked in his eyes raised then
opened wide, his face turned bright red then he suddenly looked away
from me. Inside I felt chilled that my son was so ashamed of what I was
doing for him that he couldn't look at me, yet I had to pay off the
wager or see him hurt.
"We'd better go." I said softly with a tremble in my voice.
My son said nothing as he rose to his feet, but as we headed to the
front door I felt him take hold of my wrist, I looked at him and saw
his concern for me clearly written in every line of his face.
"Please," he almost whispered, "stay here, don't go. I don't trust Don."
"Bob," I smiled what I hoped was comfortingly, though my inner fear had
to be showing through, "you know I have to do this. I couldn't live
with myself if anything happened to you and I could have prevented it.
You're all I have Bob, I love you and will do whatever it takes to keep
"Not this mum," his voice trembled as though in the verge of
tears, "not this. There has to be something else..."
"There isn't darling," I silenced his plea gently, "oh how I wish there
was. Come on or we'll be late. The sooner we get there the sooner it
will all be over."
His shoulders slumped as we left the house, I felt so exposed as we
walked the few feet to the car, I'd thought of wearing a coat until we
got to the sports club, but felt it would be a pointless gesture. The
trip to the club was made in silence, I could sense my son watching me
and on the occasions when I glanced his way I felt my heart aching at
the sight of the despair written in his eyes. His despair mirrored what
I felt inside. All too soon we had arrived at our destination, I parked
the car behind the clubhouse then sat staring at the lights gleaming
from the grimy windows of the gym. For a moment I couldn't move, beside
me my son made a last ditch effort to beg me to drive away, but I knew
it was too late for that. Giving him a smile of assurance that I did
not feel I got out of the car, locked it and gave him the keys, on
trembling legs I walked towards the entrance with my son a step behind
"I was wondering if you would come," Don laughed as we walked across
the gym towards him, "nice to see an obedient bitch."
My heart pounded with fear as the distance between us closed, my eyes
flicking around the hall counting the other boys that were there.
Fifteen, just as there had been on the night of the fight, only this
time there was only the one other girl, my conqueror, Cherrie. I came
to a stop a couple of feet in front of Don; his eyes seemed to rape me,
as he looked me up and down triumphantly.
"Nice outfit." he gloated.
"Let's get this over with." I replied with more confidence than I felt.
"All in good time." he laughed then glared threateningly, "You won't be
so cocky by the time we've finished with you bitch. The clock starts
ticking at eight thirty, you know what you have to do?"
"Yes." I responded with fear clutching at my heart.
"Well?" he snapped.
"I have to do whatever you want." I responded feeling my face flush
"That's right," he sneered, "whatever I want. No questions, no
hesitation. I own you for the next 48 hours. And just so you have it
clear lady, for every time you don't do what you are told when you are
told your boy over there gets hurt. For every time you balk at whatever
is done to you he gets hurt. You don't speak unless told to, one word
out of line and he gets hurt."
"I understand." I said in total defeat, "I'll do whatever you want,
only don't hurt my son."
"We'll see how well you behave." he gloated, "And you're off to a bad
"I don't understand." I gasped with fear clutching at my throat.
"I kinda figured you would have had the sense to know we wanted you
lookin' pretty," he said in a low voice, "and you turn up with no make-
up. Still, there's time to fix that. Cherrie take her out back and get
her made up nice."
Cherrie grinned evilly as she pushed me towards one of the doors at the
back of the gym; numbly I let her guide me to a room out back. She
dumped a load of cheap make-up on a table and stood back with her arms
crossed under her breasts. As I began to apply the make-up Cherrie
commented on how much and what type I should use, by the time I'd
finished I looked like a cheap whore, my lips coated with a deep red
lipstick, pale blue eye shadow covering my upper lids, rouge on my
checks. She even had me put a coat of lipstick on my nipples so they
would show up even more. Before we left the room Cherrie handed me a
glass of what looked like vodka and ordered me to drink it all
to 'loosen me up'. When we returned to the gym Don grinned and nodded
his approval, looking at his wrist his grin grew wider and I knew that
the time had finally come.
"Its time bitch," Don gloated, out of the corner of my eye I saw my son
wince at his words, "I own you now!"
My heart missed a beat as I anticipated his ordering me to have sex
with him or to suck him off then to do the same with all the others.
Instead he reached into a bag beside him and pulled out a wide leather
dog collar, he pointed at my son as he held the collar out to me.
"Take this and go over there and kneel in front of your boy," Don
instructed, "then beg him to put the collar on you, I want it done up
tight. You tell him to keep tightening it until you can't take any
I stared at him in horror that he was involving my son in his plans for
me; it was bad enough to have him see my humiliation without having him
as part of it.
"You were warned lady." Don growled menacingly.
He nodded his head and I heard my son cry out, turning my head I saw
him in the grip of two boys who were pushing his arms up his back.
Snatching the collar I ran over to my son, the boys let him go as I
stopped in front of him and knelt down.
"Please Bob," I pleaded raising the collar to him, "put this collar on
His eyes were filled with tears that I knew didn't all stem from pain
as he reached out to take the collar from me, moving behind me my son
wrapped the collar around my throat. The leather felt cool against my
skin as he buckled it behind my neck, Bob did it up loosely and I knew
that he would suffer even more if I walked away with it so loose.
"Tighter Bob." I whispered without turning.
"But mum..." he breathed.
"Do it, please Bob." I cut him short.
His hands fumbled at the back of my neck and I felt the collar tighten
a little, at the same time I was shocked to feel my nipples starting to
grow hard! I felt a deep shame at my body's reaction to the situation I
was in, getting turned on was the very last thing I had expected and I
felt sick at my own weakness.
"More." I said to my son as he stopped again, "Keep tightening until I
tell you stop. Do it for me Bob."
Bob hesitated then began to do as I asked, slowly he drew the collar
tighter until the point came when I knew that if it got any tighter I
would not be able to breath. I had him stop and buckle it then stood up
and went back to stand in front of Don.
"On your knees bitch!" he commanded, "From now on you kneel in front of
me or any of the others here, including that wimp you call your son,
unless told otherwise."
Sinking to my knees I looked up at him awaiting whatever was to come
next, he looked down at me with triumph in his eyes. Walking around me
he joked with the other boys about how obedient his new bitch was, how
good I looked in my collar and how I was so eager to be there to please
"You are eager aren't you." he laughed, "Tell us how eager you are to
"I...I want to please you," I said loudly knowing that I had to declare
my surrender for all to hear, "all of you. I want you to use me however
you wish, my only wish is to please you."
I saw my son close his eyes and hang his head, one of the boys beside
him prodded him roughly in the side then direct him to keep watching.
Above and behind me Don was laughing, raveling in his ownership of me
and I felt hatred of him fill me; hatred and fear. He left me kneeling
there as he wandered around his friends making comments on how happy I
sounded to be there, finally stopping in front of my son.
"See what an eager little bitch your momma is." Don gloated to my
son, "Get over here bitch!"
I jerked to my feet at his call and almost ran over to where he was
standing, kneeling I looked up at him glaring my hatred at him even as
tears of shame filled my eyes.
"See wimp," Don laughed, "see how eager she is to make me happy. Why
don't you tell him momma."
"Bob," I said through the lump in my throat, "it really pleases me to
make Don and his friends happy. I want to be used by them."
I would have hung my head in shame as I spoke, but the collar around my
neck kept my head up and I could see the look of horror in my son's
eyes as he looked down at me. His look hurt more than anything I had
endured so far and I prayed that he would understand why I was speaking
as I was, at the same time I prayed that Don wouldn't notice how my
nipples were pushing at my blouse. It was a vain hope; Don looked at my
breasts then smirked.
"Right out of her own mouth wimp," he sneered, "and if her saying it
ain't enough look at how turned on she is, look at those fucking
nipples poking at the blouse!"
Laughing he grabbed me by the hair and looked into my eyes, his fingers
twisting and tugging at my hair as he spoke softly to me.
"There's still fire in those eyes lady," he mocked me, "but we'll
change that soon enough. So tell me, is your cunt getting wet to go
with those hard nipples? Is this getting you all turned on? Go on, feel
your cunt, put your fingers in and feel how wet you are..."
He let go of me and I let one of my hands drop to my pussy, I gave a
gasp of shock when I felt how wet I'd become. As I pushed a couple of
fingers into myself I felt a familiar tingle of excitement start up, it
was impossible yet there was no way I could avoid what I was feeling.
Feeling sick and perverted I slid my fingers all the way in then pulled
them out coated in my juices.
"Get him to lick them clean," Don went on as he pointed to my son who
was looking at me aghast, "let him taste how hot you are."
Bob was pushed forward, his eyes wide as I held my hand up to him as
I'd been commanded. He shook his head and tried to step back, Don hit
him and barked an order for him to lick my fingers clean, pleading with
my eyes I nodded to him to do it. His eyes closed as he leant forward a
little to run his tongue over my juice coated fingers, with obvious
reluctance he licked the juices from my fingers then sucked them into
his mouth to get the last of my juices off. When he straightened my son
had tears running down his face, his eyes wouldn't meet mine at all and
I felt my heart sink at the thought that in protecting my son by
submitting to Don I might well lose his love and respect for me. My son
stumbled backwards as Don pushed him aside, he must have been able to
see my pain in my eyes because his smirk grew larger. Expecting the
command to have sex with him I avoided meeting Don's eyes, looking down
I waited for his next words, dreading them.
"Strip." was all he said to me.
Obeying I stood up and unbuttoned my blouse, as I took it off I felt my
nipples harden even more, dropping the blouse to the floor I reached to
the button on the skirt, opening it I tugged the zip down and let the
skirt slide down my legs. Stepping out of my skirt I started to take
off my stockings, but Don had me keep them on, kneeling in front of him
again I lowered my eyes to the floor in shame and humiliation as I
waited for his next command. He called out to Cherrie to bring a lead,
I trembled when a few moments later Don clipped a lead to the collar at
my neck, he jerked it upwards drawing me to my feet.
"Time for the bitch to go walkies." he sneered.
He jerked the lead, drawing me after him as he walked towards the exit,
I saw my son being hustled along by two boys as the rest of the group
followed in Don's wake. Outside Don jerked the lead downwards and I
knelt at his feet.
"Cherrie," Don grinned, "you take this bitch for a walk, a good long
Cherrie took the lead from his hand, jerking the lead she got me to
stand up; I towered over her yet it was she who was in control of me.
My high heels tapped on the tarmac path as she led me out of the screen
of trees and bushes into the main area of the park, my naked body on
open display to the world. I didn't even have the solace of darkness to
conceal my nudity and shame, a bright light had been shone on me as
soon as we'd left the bright lights of the gym, obviously Don had no
intention of letting me hide may humiliation. Tugging at the lead from
time to time Cherrie walked along a path that skirted the outer edge of
the park, we passed three sets of gates and I felt relief to note that
they were all closed, it meant that the park was empty of all but the
group with Don. Then we came to another gate, I felt my heart sinking
as I realized that it was nothing more than an opening in the fencing,
there was no gate to seal it from the outer world. At first I thought
Cherrie was going to lead me out that gate, but instead she followed
another path deeper into the park, the lead jerking at me as she pulled
me along. Somewhere a clock was striking nine and I felt shocked to
discover how little time had actually passed, it had seemed to me that
hours of humiliation had gone by, instead it was only half an hour!
We came to a children's playground and Cherrie lead me over to a
climbing frame, she stopped and jerked down on the lead, I sank to my
knees in front of her. The girl sat on one of the bars of the frame and
spread her legs wide, I bit back a gasp when I saw her naked pussy; she
was naked under her outer clothing! Cherrie pulled on the lead drawing
me to her, then her fingers grasped my hair, with a sharp tug that made
me wince the girl pulled my face down to her crotch. It didn't need the
brain of an Einstein to know what she wanted me to do, but I had never
been with a woman before and I hesitated, Bob's cry of pain from
somewhere behind me reminded me forcefully that I could not afford to
hesitate no matter what it was I had to accept. Leaning forward I ran
my tongue along the slit of her pussy, the taste of her juices seeming
strange in my mouth as I licked her out, her hand in my hair painfully
guiding me to the points that gave her the most pleasure. Around us I
heard the boys laughing and joking as I licked at Cherrie's pussy,
their comments sending a burst of shame through me, but at the same
time making my body react with arousal, which made my shame even
deeper. Worse still was the knowledge that my son was watching as I
pleasured the girl that had defeated me with such ease. It seemed that
ages had passed before Cherrie finally groaned her way into a climax,
her hand wringing in my hair painfully as she pulled me as tight to her
as possible, her suddenly copious juices flowing into my mouth as she
jerked and shudder on the metal bars. She wasn't done with me yet
though, pushing me back the girl turned then leant over the bar, her
bottom pointing straight at me, she jerked the lead again and I felt
horror rise in me at the realization that I now had to lick her anus as
I had her pussy. Yet I moved to obey without pause knowing the penalty
my son would pay if I didn't, I thought I would be sick as I licked at
her puckered hole, pressing my tongue to it in an effort to penetrate
her. Cherrie groaned with pleasure then reached back to pull my face
even tighter to her backside, keeping me pressed tight to her crack as
I licked her to another climax.
"Good little bitch." Cherrie said patting my head as she stood up after
Jerking the lead she continued the walk through the park, I stumbled
along with her feeling totally defeated and expecting to be laid down
to be taken by the boys at any moment. Yet we returned to the clubhouse
without them touching me, I couldn't understand what was going on, I
knew I was to be raped, but they seemed to be in no hurry to carry out
the final humiliation.
Once we were inside Don took the lead again, Cherrie went out back
while he led me to a mattress spread out on the floor to one side of
the gym. I tensed with fear at the certain knowledge that they were now
going to take me, I had no illusions that they would simply take it in
turns to have me, that might happen at first, but sooner of later they
would take me in groups. Jerking the lead Don had me kneel at the
center of the mattress, letting the lead drop he stepped back to look
down at me.
"Well," he sneered, "did you enjoy your walk bitch?"
Though the bulk of me had abhorred the humiliation of that walk and
having to lick the teenaged girl to climax a part of me had been
excited by it. I was tempted to tell him that I had hated the walk, but
I knew deep down this was not what he wanted to hear, no matter what I
felt about what was done to me I had to tell him I loved it, it was the
only answer he wanted.
"Yes." I breathed in shame.
"Yes what?" he sniggered.
"Yes," I said more loudly while my eyes close to hold back my tears of
disgrace, "I enjoyed my walk."
"Hey wimp," Don laughed, "your momma is some kinda slut ain't she."
I was too ashamed to look to where my son was standing to see how he
reacted to Don's words. The sound of Cherrie's heels clicking on the
gym floor heralded her return, I heard my son gasp loudly and raised my
eyes to see what it was that had shocked him so. My eyes went wide when
I saw Cherrie walking towards me, she was as naked as I was, her young
breasts bouncing as she moved, but it was the strap on dildo she was
wearing that drew a gasp from me to echo my son's. Shaking my head I
stared at the size of the thing sticking out from her groin, it had to
be ten inches long and two inches across; I trembled as it dawned on me
what was to come next. Stepping onto the mattress and coming to a stop
a couple of feet from me the girl looked at me and gave an evil smile.
She ordered me to take off the lead, with awkward fingers I manages to
get it off and lay it at the side of the mattress as she had
instructed, then I knelt there terrified of what was to come. Yet at
the same time that perverted part of me I had never known I had was
sending signals of excitement coursing through my body, trembling in
mixed fear and excitement I waited Cherries pleasure.
"You want this?" she sneered down at me pointing to the dildo.
"Yes," I almost whispered, saying the only words I knew she wanted to
hear, "yes I want it."
"Thought so," she laughed, the rest of the group laughing with
her, "well if you want it you had better start by sucking it. Crawl on
over here you slut and suck this cock!"
Obeying her command I crawled across the couple of feet between us and
put my mouth to the artificial phallus, it felt hard and unyielding on
my lips as I closed them around its head. Tears flowed from my eyes as
I took the first few inches of it into my mouth, the hard cap pressing
against my throat before I drew back again. With slow motions I moved
my mouth up and down on the dildo, my tongue running on the underside
of it as it push in and out.
"Jesus, call that cock-sucking!" Cherrie barked above me, "Take the
fucking thing in bitch!"
Her words stunned me to immobility, I had never managed to take
anything into my throat before; surely she couldn't expect me to take
this giant artificial penis that way.
"Fucking do it!" she barked out as my son's voice rose in a cry of pain.
My mind was screaming that it was impossibility even as I tried to do
as she wanted, pushing down on the dildo I let it press at the back of
my throat then tried to push down on it even more. Gagging I pulled
back to try again and again, but each time I felt as though it was
choking me and would pull back.
"You'll fucking take it," Cherrie hissed viciously as Bob's voice rang
out in agony in the background, "or your precious little boy gets an
Bob was almost screaming in agony as I closed my eyes and tried pushing
down on the thing yet again, my son's cries rang in my ears as I gagged
but kept trying to push down.
"You get it all in and he stops getting hurt." Cherrie crowed down at
Gagging and choking I pushed down hard and at last felt the hard
plastic push into my throat, god it was painful and I groaned both my
pain and degradation as the thing slid further into my throat. I felt
as though I was suffocating as I went on pushing down, the blood
pounded in my ears almost drowning out my son's cries. Then my lips
touched the base of dildo in a lewd kiss, above me Cherrie was laughing
and pointing out the indignity of my position, but at least my son's
screams had stopped, though I could hear him sobbing somewhere near by.
"Oh yeah," Cherrie laughed, "this bitch loves it! Mouth fuck that dick
Sobbing I pulled my head back letting the dildo slide out of my throat,
letting it slide almost all the way out of my mouth before pushing down
on it again. As I slowly 'mouth fucked' that hard plastic I began to
find it easier to take, I no longer felt as though I was suffocating as
it pushed into me and then to my horror I found I was starting to enjoy
the feel of the thing moving in my throat. My mind screamed out that it
was impossible for me to get pleasure from having this thing going in
and out of my mouth, but my body was growing more and more aroused with
each movement I made on the dildo. The point came where I groaned not
in shame but in pleasure, I felt disgusted with myself, yet there was
no escaping the excitement building in me nor was there any hiding it.
Loud voices yelled derision at me as I began to move faster on the
dildo, I heard Don shout out 'look at the slut go, she really digs it!'
Cherrie was screeching at me to 'do it faster', I could not disguise
the surges of pleasure running through me even while I sobbed tearfully
in disgrace at my own actions.
"Jeez, the fucking slut's gonna cum!" one of the boys yelled out
"Damn right she is." Cherrie crowed as I pushed up and down on the
dildo, "I knew the fucking bitch was a whore and this proves it. Bet
sonny boy can't believe what a slut his momma really is."
In my mind I screamed out in denial, but my body was making me groan
out in pleasure as the very climax they had laughingly predicted I
would have washed over me.
"Oh boy, she's fuckin' cumming!" a voice shouted with glee, "Look at
that fuckin' cunt juice up!"
With a loud moan of unmistakable pleasure I pushed all the way down on
the plastic cock and jerked into a climax, the laughter and lewd
comments only seeming to add to the sensation that filled me. As my
climax faded I felt degraded, I couldn't believe what had happened, a
part of my mind was numb with shock as Cherrie had me release the dildo
and kneel in front of her. Panting for breath I tried to understand
what was happening to me, how I could be getting so aroused by my own
degradation, but I couldn't comprehend it. Letting my eyes move I
looked to where my son was standing holding one of his arms, his eyes
and mouth were wide in disbelief, his head shaking as though trying to
deny what he had just seen happen. Beside my son Don was laughing and
calling me all sorts of filthy things, I felt my hatred for him well up
and he must have seen it in my eyes because he stopped laughing, looked
at Cherrie and nodded.
Continued in part 2