Blackmailed mom. Part 13

Mommy’s hard work in the basement continues.

As soon as mom got out of the shower, the little one, hearing this, immediately shouted:

– Come here, bitch!

The sound of bare feet slapping on the floor was heard and mom entered the kitchen. She was wrapped in a single towel that covered her from thighs to chest. Mom looked more refreshed after her shower, though she was still tired from all she had been through.

– Were you allowed to cover yourself with something? Put the towel away, – the boy ordered.

Mom obediently unfolded the towel and hung it on the nearest chair back. Coming a little closer to the table, and seeing the food on it, mom asked if she could eat.

– No, you can’t yet. You still have a special procedure ahead of you, – the little one replied.

Mom tightened her lips and stepped back a little.

– Get her a uniform for now, and I’ll get the tankard, – the boy said to one of the boys.

A minute later the same guy was back in the kitchen, and in his hands he held some rags that looked like clothes. When he unwrapped them, they were indeed clothes, something like a maid’s uniform. The clothes were not intended to cover intimate or at least any places. The uniform consisted of several elements: on the head was a small lace headband; on the body was a small bra, barely covering the nipples; on the lower part was a skirt, although it was hard to call it a skirt, because of its size it could serve more as a decoration; there was also a small choker around the neck, but my mother was wearing a collar, so it didn’t make sense. The command to put it all on followed. Mom was indignant and swore, but she put on the uniform. The bra was clearly not the right size for her, which squeezed her breasts, but she looked much more attractive. The skirt, as I said, was rather decorative, it was attached to the belt and its length did not go further than her hips.

But if everything was clear with the shape, I didn’t understand why they needed the tankard. The guy brought it after the uniform had already been put on my mom. It was a regular five-liter jug filled with water. But from its top there was a very long and flexible tube, about the diameter of a thumb. In addition to the tube, there was something like a hand pump attached to the tank: a tight rubber cushion, which had to be pressed with the foot and which, under pressure, was obviously supposed to help the water move through the tube. The tank was turned upside down, secured with ropes on the canopy, and the tube was squeezed to stop the water, while the pump was placed under his foot. I did not immediately notice another detail: the opposite end of the tube was equipped with an oblong nozzle with a hole, from which the water was to be poured out. Although I still didn’t fully understand what they were doing with all this equipment, I thought to myself: “Real inventors, they’ve managed to make something like this. It’s even a bit of a pity that all this knowledge is used to create a rig for raping one single defenseless woman.”

As I sat there pondering how they were using this thing, the little guy said:

– Okay, bitch, now turn your backside to me and lean forward.

Glancing a little fearfully at the tankard, and fiddling with the tips of her petite skirt in her hands, mom slowly turned away from us and bent over 90 degrees. Her unprotected vagina and her gorgeous plump ass, though not an unusual sight for a long time now, always gave the same pleasure just by looking at it. Next, the little one approached mom, taking in his hand the end of the tube and the nozzle respectively.

– Stay like that and don’t move until I say so. You got it, bitch?

– And…what’s that, – mom asked in a slightly trembling voice.

Instead of answering, mom got another spanking on her ass.

– I asked you a question, the rest is none of your fucking business, – the kid shouted at mom.

After that she just shook her head dejectedly.

Then the guy spit a little on the nozzle and, bringing it to mom’s ass, began to shove it in. Although the nozzle was not very big, but it was tight and quite tight, so that mom only did that she made various shrieks, squeals or just sharply sucked in and out of the air. Surprisingly, when the nozzle was already hidden somewhere in the ass, the little one continued to push in part of the tube. Of course, in length and depth of entry nothing could compare with that huge dildo, the full power of which mom had once experienced, but this tube with the nozzle, judging by the emotions of mom herself, deepened quite a lot.

– That’s it, – said the little one, having finished his work, – Now you can straighten up.

Mom slowly and moaning straightened up to her full height. The nozzle was firmly inserted into her ass, so it didn’t fall out. However, the fact that it was inserted so tightly and quite deeply was clearly causing mommy discomfort, which made her groping the area around the inserted foreign object and asking unhappily, even, it seemed, with tears coming, to pull it out.
– In case you haven’t noticed, you’re wearing a maid’s uniform, and maids are supposed to serve the owners. So shut up and get to work. Take that tray over there, put the glasses from the table on it and go wash them. But for any of your fuck-ups, I’ll use this tube, – said the little guy, pointing at the tube and the tankard, – And with each of your fuck-ups it will be harder and harder to work further. Watch this.

After these words he removed the clamp holding the beginning of the tube. Water began to flow out of the tank. Then Shorty put his foot on the pump and pressed it repeatedly and strongly. The water immediately rushed down the tube and instantly reached mom’s ass, where it began to pour in. Feeling the stream of water filling her from the inside, mom jerked, stood up on her toes and grasped her ass with a shriek. It felt like a very long enema. So mom literally whimpered, begging the guy to stop the flow.

– It’s only a demonstration and you’re already squealing. Well, it’s nothing, it’s an extra motivation for you not to screw up again, – said the kid removing his foot from the pump.

The water stopped, unlike mom’s moans and complaints. Even so, she obediently picked up the tray and walked over to the table, beginning to collect the glasses. The water, by the way, was not pouring back out of mom, apparently the nozzle had plugged the space tightly, so for now the liquid was inside. Mom moved a little clumsily, but there was a reason for that, and I guess that was the original plan.

As mom was picking up another glass from one of the guys, he purposely knocked it over on the table right out from under her hand and a couple drops of the drink left at the bottom splashed across the table.

– Ooh, clumsy bitch. That’s my favorite glass, and you almost broke it, – the guy said in an extremely playful tone.

Mom looked at the guy in surprise and started to say that it was all his fault, as a stream of water began to fill her from inside again. She immediately interrupted her speech and breathed heavily, folding her lips into a tube, grabbing her stomach.

– What, the water has already started to fill up? – the little one said with a chuckle.

Despite the fact that pumped the water for only the second time, the water in the tank has noticeably decreased. That’s why mom could clearly feel her stomach filling up with liquid. The water was still not flowing back out, held back by the nozzle.

– Please… please, no more, – mommy mumbled when the flow was finally stopped.

– Work better and then everything will be fine, – the guy who had knocked over the glass answered her.

After collecting all the glasses, mom took them to the sink and started washing them. At this time the little guy came over to me and started talking almost in a whisper:

– You put all that shit on to hide from mom, didn’t you?

– Kind of.

– So she doesn’t know about the fact that her son is sitting there and watching her being let in here, and not only that, but that her son also stuck it to her?

– No.

– So you don’t want to tell her, then?

– I’m not planning on it.

– Good. Then you’ll do a few things for me and I’ll keep you anonymous in front of her.

– Uh, okay.

“It’s like reverse blackmail. I wonder what he wants?”. Shorty continued:

– I’m generally turned on by incest. I’d fuck my mom if I could. Not like yours, of course, I just don’t feel sorry for yours. She got caught by her own stupidity, so there’s nothing to feel sorry for.

“I guess they didn’t tell him the story from the beginning, but I don’t have to change his mind.”

– Anyway, here’s a test assignment: go up to her while she’s doing the dishes and spank her ass a couple of times.

The assignment didn’t look hard, and I wanted to keep my anonymity for now, so I accepted his terms and approached my mom from behind. Her juicy ass was looming in front of me, clad in a skirt that barely covered it. Her ass shook slightly as mom cleaned the glasses, and the tube sticking out of it shook along with it. I swung around and spanked her four times. Mom let out a few squeaks, jerked in place, and then clutched her stomach again. Apparently the recoil from the spanks had affected the water it was filled with, so mom could clearly feel it inside her again.

She didn’t even turn around, just stood like that for a few more seconds, sucked in air with her mouth, and then let go of her belly and continued washing the dishes. At that time I had already returned to my seat.

– Not bad. You did well on your trial run. I’ll think of something else later, so don’t get too comfortable. I should probably tell your mom, – the kid said.

– How soon can you get there? We’ve got dishes to collect, so wash up faster, – one of the boys shouted to mom.

– Well, add a little more to her, I think she doesn’t understand well, – another one said to the little one.

– No problem, we’ll add more now, – answered the little one, taking off the clamp with his hand.

A few sharp movements of the leg and the pump again made the water fill the mother with a new aggressive stream. She screamed as she felt the water starting to come again, clutched her stomach and brought her legs together.

– I didn’t… I didn’t do anything… why? – mom asked pitifully, barely squeezing out the words.

– You’re taking too long with the washing, come on.

The water continued to come, and the kid somehow did not hurry to stop it, so I decided to address him:

– Look, will you stop it? She’s already taken in quite a lot of water.

– I already told you not to break the buzz. I know how much water you can pump into her. I don’t care if she’s moaning and clutching her stomach. I know how much I can pump in, but that doesn’t mean it’s gonna be easy for her.

After waiting a little longer, the little one stopped the water. I could see the liquid-filled belly inflate a little, and even heard a distinctive “gurgle” as mom straightened up again.

It was even harder to move, but she obediently picked up the tray and began to collect plates from the table.

– When she picks up a dish near you, grab mommy and slap her until I tell you to stop, – Shorty whispered to me and slid one of the dishes closer to me.

Mom picked up the unfortunate plates one by one, slowly moving closer to the edge of the table where I was. When her hand reached for the dishes near me and her face was close enough, I grabbed the back of her neck so she couldn’t move away, and then there was an audible clap as my palm collided with her cheek. Mom didn’t say anything, just pressed her lips together in an attempt to keep from crying and continued to stand silently. I, on the other hand, continued my spankings. She squirmed and wrinkled with each blow, making some unintelligible complaining sounds, but she continued to endure. “Are you so used to all those slaps and spanks that you don’t even try to react to them anymore?” I thought, bringing my hand in again. After about a dozen blows, which made my mom’s cheeks visibly redden, I looked at the kid, as if to hint that it would be time to stop. But he sat there and just calmly watched what was going on. There was nothing to do, so I continued. After a dozen or two more spanks, I finally got the command to stop. As soon as I let go of mom, she pulled away from me, rubbing her red cheeks. She didn’t get to rest long, however, and one of the guys reminded her of her job. Still as silent as ever, only wiping away a few drops of tears, mommy continued to pick up the dishes. Barely had she picked up a couple more plates when another slap struck her cheek. This time it was the little guy who hit her. However, he hit harder than I did, causing the plate mom was holding to fall out and split into several pieces. Mom realized what would follow, so she immediately started apologizing for the broken dishes. “Apologizing for the broken dishes you dropped because of a slap? What a shame, mommy.” While she was apologizing the little one turned to me:

– Put your foot on the pump.

I was surprised, but I put my foot on this rubber cushion.

– Pump as much water into her as she deserves as punishment for the broken dishes.

I didn’t know how much water to pump or how much in one squeeze this thing would pour in. But there was nothing to do and I began to push the pump down a little at a time with my foot. Mom was still continuing her apologies, but the water was inevitably getting closer to her poor ass.

– Push harder and faster, – the kid said, shoving me in the shoulder.

I had to speed up the tempo of the pressure, which made the water flow even faster, finally reaching its destination. Mom immediately began to bring her legs together again and moaned, holding her belly. After a while, it inflated even more, and a few streams of water did start flowing down her legs. Apparently, even the nozzle could no longer hold back the entire amount of liquid that had been pumped in. The five-liter tank was more than half empty.

Considering the punishment quite enough I took my foot off the pump.

– Let me show you how to do it, – the kid asked with a raised eyebrow.

– That’s it…please… no more, – mom kept moaning.

I moved a little to the side, and now the little one’s foot is already on the pump.

– Please…, – mom didn’t finish, as the intrusive feeling of heaviness in her stomach began to grow again.

Mom stood with one hand resting on the table and the other holding her stomach. Her legs shook even more than before and soon she was down on her knees. There were still small streams of water running down her legs, more as time went on. Even though some of the water was coming out this way, there was noticeably more coming in. The gurgles in his stomach became more frequent and more distinct.

By the time the whole tank was emptied, my mother could hardly sit up. After all, she now had about 5 extra liters of water in her. Taking his foot off the pump, Shorty folded his arms, staring at mom with a satisfied face:

– Worried, poor thing, while you were cleaning up the dishes? Don’t you want to drink?

But mom did not respond to this quip, only breathed deeply, continuing to ask, almost whispering, to be spared and let the water drain.

– I’m sorry, but you still have work to do. So finish your pussy suffering, get up and get on with the dishes.

– I’m begging you, please….

– There are no other options for you. I don’t give a fuck what you’re mumbling about, I’m still not going to give you a chance to drain yourself until you finish the job.

Sighing and barely overcoming the flood of tears, my mom struggled to get back up. Seeing this, I turned to the little one:

– Listen, and you sure it’s not too much?

– Yeah, maybe it’s too much, but what’s next? Is she alive? She’s alive. That’s the end of the matter. And I’ve told you she’s fucked, so there’s nothing to be surprised about.

I realized there was no point in talking to him about it. If he’s gonna do something to mom, he’s gonna go all the way. “Well, mommy, bad luck. You’ll have to put up with it, you’re used to it,” I thought as I watched her carefully pick up the tray of dishes and carry it to the sink. Opening the faucet, my mom, moaning, crying and complaining, began to wash the plates.

About 5 minutes later the dishes were washed. Mom arranged the plates one by one and turned to the little one with eyes full of hope for release.

– Good job, bitch, you did it. Now come to me.

Mom with difficulty moving approached the kid.

– Sit on your knees, – said the kid, pointing to the floor.

Exhaling heavily and saying something through her teeth, she slowly knelt down with her palm on her stomach.

– Before I pull the tube out of you and let you release your stomach, you must accept a few of my conditions. You will now come here every month for at least 4 days every month and become my bitch. You will live in the basement, almost 12 hours a day locked up or chained. Second, every 2 days you will send me your intimate pictures, at least 10 photos. If I don’t like them, you’ll redo them. Is that clear?

It was clear from mom’s expression that now she was not interested in anything but the desire to drain herself. I’m not even sure if she listened to all these conditions. Nevertheless, mom without much of the hesitation and resistance that was usually present, nodded her head, quietly making a sound that sounded like “yes”. Just in case, the conversation was recorded on the phone, apparently so that mom couldn’t turn away later.

– Good.

Satisfied with his agreement, the kid sat up behind mom and began to pull out the tube with the nozzle. It came out noticeably lighter than it went in. When it was fully extended, the kid slapped mom and commanded:

– Run to the bathroom, I don’t want to wet the floors.

Mom immediately rushed to the bathroom with such speed, as if there was no fatigue with heaviness. The guys in the crowd only laughed at her back from the way she periodically tiptoed so that the water would not spill before she got to the bathroom.

About ten minutes later, mom was standing in the kitchen again.

– How’d it go? Did you clean up okay? – one of the guys said with a laugh, – Now you can eat. Take off your uniform too, by the way.

When mom sat down to eat, I was even surprised that with all the stiffness she was allowed to do it at the table, and not on the floor, as the chief did. She even got a little rest after eating. Also about 15 minutes later, the doorbell rang. Shorty went to open it, returning to the kitchen already in the company of a girl. The lady looked to be about 18 years old, with a pumped up and firm body, rather attractive forms, a beautiful face and a short, almost boyish haircut.
– Meet Alice and…, – the boy started to say.

– I could have introduced myself, but thank you, – the girl rudely interrupted him.

Shorty did not say anything in response to her interrupting him, just sat down on the seat, gesturing to mom to stand up. The girl scrutinized her, smacked her mouth and, biting her lip softly said:

– Good.

Then turned to the little one:

– Where do you have privacy here?

The boy told her about the cellar and pointed to the door leading to it. Alice nodded, hugged confused mother by the waist and went downstairs with her.

– I want to see what will happen there. Will you come with me? – the boy said to me.

– Yes, I’ll go. How are we going to watch it?

– There are a couple of holes in the second door, well, which is already at the basement, not on the stairs. I don’t remember why, but it doesn’t matter now. The main thing is that we can use them.

Waiting until the door to the basement closed, we began to descend.

– Just be quiet, if Alice finds out we were peeping, she’ll knock our fucking jaws out, – the kid said in a low whisper.

When we reached the door, we sat down carefully and pressed against it, looking into the holes he’d told us about.

Through them, surprisingly, the whole cellar was visible very well, so we, literally holding our breath, began to watch what was happening. The girl began to look at my mom again, but this time she was touching her. She patted and slapped mommy in various places. Soon she got to her ass. Alice stood in front of mom and with two hands tightened around those juicy buns and pulled her up a little:

– What a shape, lady! How did you grow those? Gorgeous ass, I wish I had one.

Her voice had changed. It became more warm and sexy, but even so it was clear that she was speaking with a certain assertiveness.

She gave mom’s ass a good squeeze and then shoved her fingers in it. Mom shrieked and twitched, but the girl persisted with her fingers.

– So we have a sensitive ass, huh? Just as I suspected.

After a while, after removing her fingers and shoving off the resisting mom, the girl went in the direction of some bag, taking off her clothes.

– What, and you’re going to rape?, – suddenly asked the mom, angrily looking at the girl.

– Rape? And you, I see, already used to it. But your sweet ass is really hard not to rape, if there is such an opportunity, – over her shoulder and continuing to undress Alice answered, – But “rape” for me sounds a bit rude.

At that time she was already digging in her bag and soon pulled out a very impressive strapon.

– I would rather say that I’m just going to fuck you very hard without asking your opinion or permission. But if it’s more comfortable for you, you can call it rape, I don’t mind, – the girl said in the same soft and calm voice, smiling.

There were a couple of straps coming off the strapon, obviously it could be attached to the waist. But for now Alice was in no hurry to put it on, so she approached mom, just holding it in her hand.

– Get on your knees, girl, – Alice commanded.

“Wow ‘girl’, she’s twice your age!”. I think it was incredibly difficult for mom to hear and follow orders when so easily and casually called “girl” by a person much younger than her. Although, considering the kind of name-calling mom usually had to endure, it was more than affectionate, even though it was not respectful to her.

Of course, mom obeyed the order and knelt humiliatingly in front of the unknown girl.
– I hope you know how to work your tongue properly.

With these words Alice literally sat with her vagina on mom’s face. Mommy’s hands slightly held Alice’s thighs so that she didn’t push her down so hard, but she didn’t move her head away, obediently leaving her mouth pressed against the girl’s genitals.

– Work, girl, – Alice commanded again.

Mom had never had and, I think, never planned to have such connections with girls, so she had no experience in such a matter. Nevertheless, even so she realized what she had to do and pushed her tongue into the cherished hole. The girl immediately began to wriggle and moan a little, and in time she wrapped her arms around the mother’s head, pressing her even harder.

After a while, having enjoyed this process, the girl took her vagina away from mom’s mouth. No sooner had she closed it than Alice shoved two fingers into it and began to shove them back and forth, almost whispering:

– Nice mouth, it’s usable.

After pelosvivating in the mouth of the bewildered mom for about a minute, the girl took out her fingers and began to attach the strapon to herself. And soon he towered over the mom sitting on her knees. Seemingly huge from below, it truly frightened her, causing tears to fill her eyes again.

– I’m going to have to use your mouth again. It needs a good wetting before I run it up your sweet ass.

Mom, not taking her eyes off the large oblong object, began to beg the girl to take pity on her with fear and tears.

– Oh, just don’t cry, – Alice calmly said, slightly wiping mom’s tears, – Believe me, your ass is created to take in this little one, and is literally dreaming about it. It’s just… you don’t know it yet.

The girl’s made-up words only made the tears run down the cheeks more forcefully. “She seems to be quite the sadist. Honestly, I thought at least a girl wouldn’t rape you, but I guess that’s unlucky too, mommy.”

Soon the tip of the strapon was already pressing against mommy’s tongue. Little by little the girl moved her body forward, and with it her tool moved forward. When it was too deep, the mom immediately coughed and shoved Alice away from her with her hands.

– Hey, this will not do, – slightly raising her voice and slapping mom on the cheek said the girl, – Let’s disarm you, otherwise you will never treat it like this.

While mom continued to cough and wipe away her tears, the girl quickly picked up the small pads lying nearby and in a few deft movements shackled her hands behind her back. They were designed to shackle her arms and legs at the same time, but it was not forbidden to shackle either of them separately. Mom tried to break free in panic, but the lock had already firmly fastened the installation. Then Alice clamped her nose to make it easier to shove the strapon back in and soon mom felt it on her tongue again. The girl, slightly holding her head, began to move her torso forward again. Mom’s gaze became more and more frightened with every second and every millimeter shoved in. Soon Alice reached deep enough to make a flood of tears spurt from mom’s eyes, and she herself choked and coughed. After holding the strapon for a while, she pulled it out from that depth, but left it in her mouth. After giving mom a little breathing time, the girl shoved it in the same spot again. Again tears, coughing, and futile attempts by her mom to get out. Despite the fact that she was pushing hard, the device was not fully inserted and part of it was still outside her mouth.

For 10 minutes Alice pushed the strapon in the way described earlier without interruption. The whole area of the floor in front of mom was in saliva and tears, and she herself had been begging for mercy for a long time, though unintelligible because of the shoved object, in between sucking in air and coughing.

– Okay, that part’s taken care of. But as you can see, there’s more. I told you that you have to lubricate the whole thing. So you’ll have to take it all the way in, – Alice said, still holding the tip of the device in mom’s mouth.

After hearing this, mom raised a look at the girl, filled with fear and a phantom hope that this was just a joke.

– Well, here we go.

With these words, the device began its insistent movement deep into mom’s throat again. Mom still tried to say something, but soon she was just mooing, unable to move her tongue properly. Orienting herself on the wet area of the strapon the girl stopped it right before the moment from which mom always started to choke. Getting into a more comfortable position, Alice gripped mom’s head from behind much more firmly.

– Throat wider, girl, it’s about to get clogged, – the girl said in a rather, but still in the same dark and sexy voice.
Then she tensed her arms and pushed her body forward, literally putting mother’s throat and mouth on that big strapon. There was a loud throaty sound that had never been heard before. Mom’s throat began to bulge visibly and strongly under the pressure of the device. Mom herself twitched a few times, but because of the complete closing of her throat she soon fell silent and rolled her eyes. How deep the strapon was was perfectly evidenced by her throat, by the bulging bends of which, we could realize what a big and long object was there now.

After holding it in for a few seconds, Alice pulled the device back out. Mom fell forward, immediately coughing and convulsively pulling in air. The puddle of tears and drool was twice as big after this, not surprisingly.

After giving mom some time to come to her senses, Alice asked:

– Shall we do it again?

Mom immediately pleaded and started crying begging the girl not to do it again. Apparently, Alice was expecting such a reaction, so she grinned at her and started wiping her tears:

– Well, well, well, don’t cry. Didn’t like the clogged throat? Too bad. All right, well, I won’t go in so deep this time. I’ll only let you work on the top. Just make sure you do it thoroughly, okay?

Sighing, mom nodded and opened her mouth on command.

For the first few seconds there was really only a small part of the strapon in her mouth, but at one point the girl shoved a little deeper. Mom coughed and twitched, and Alice abruptly returned the device to its original position with the words:

– Oops, I didn’t mean it.

After a few more seconds, however, she made mom choke again.

– What a mess, what a sloppy person I am. I’m sorry, – the girl excused herself with poor acting.

After a while, the mom felt the girl’s grip on her head become much stronger again. And looking at her legs, she noticed that the stance had changed, just like that time. Realizing that this wasn’t all for nothing, the mom looked up at the girl in a panic, accompanied by several pitiful moans. The last thing she saw before her eyes rolled back was the satisfied smirk of her rapist. In the next instant the strapon was fully occupying the entire throat space of mother. The girl, just like that time, pushed it in as far as it would go. An incomprehensible throaty sound came out of mom again, followed by silence. Only Alice’s excited breathing occasionally interrupted it.

This time the strapon in her throat was obviously longer. Waiting for the device to leave mom’s throat again seemed eternal even to me, not to mention mom herself.

– Is she sure she won’t kill her? – I whispered to the little guy.

– I don’t know. For me I guarantee, but for her… Anyway, I don’t give any promises, but, frankly, I don’t think she wants to kill her.

Soon, mom weakened a bit and softened, and it was only then that Alice finally released her throat. Hearing my mom coughing out her throat gave me a little relief.

In fact, being here, I was starting to notice that I was a little worried about mom. It’s never happened before. Not when she was raped by workers, not when she was gangbanged by teenagers, not when she was humiliated to the point of tears. Apparently, there I realized that almost everything takes place under the supervision of the chief, who simply does not benefit from causing her significant harm. No matter how he abused, humiliated and raped my mother, she was his main toy, which could be used only if she was all right. Here, however, these people didn’t care as much. They were seeing her for the first, and probably the last time, so they were having as much fun as they could. It was interesting to watch, of course, but a sense of unease occasionally made itself felt, especially in those moments when, because of the lack of air, mom was weakened and almost lost consciousness.

When the strapon finally left mom’s throat and mouth, Alice, still as naively said:

– Oh, how clumsy I am, I took and missed this handsome thing right down your throat, can you imagine? I hope you didn’t choke on it.

Mom in the meantime continued to cough up and re-fill the body with oxygen. When she was more or less recovered, she begged the girl not to do it again and to free her hands so that she could wipe away her tears.

– Hands free? Sure, sure, sure. I’ll do it. I just, uh… I don’t know where the key is. I just absentmindedly picked the lock that was on those pads, and I didn’t see the key.

I think she was telling the truth this time. Alice walked around the basement with her eyes trying to find the key, but to no avail.

– I can’t find the fucking key. You know, it’s better this way. You won’t have to fidget too much, – she said.

Back to mom, she reluctantly wiped some of her tears away.

– That’s it. Now get up and lie down on that table over there, – Alice ordered, pointing her finger.

Mommy sighed tiredly, looked once again through her wet eyes at her rapist and, slowly rising, went to the specified place. She leaned on the table so that her body was resting on it and her feet were on the floor. Alice came up behind her, commanding:

– Spread your legs, girl!

Breathing harshly and suppressing the tears that had begun to come again, mom gently spread her legs apart.

– Come to your senses… please, – mom mumbled.

– Come on, you didn’t grease it all up for nothing. You’ve suffered – let your ass enjoy it now.

“I don’t think she can enjoy it. Though her words are more like sarcasm.”

The girl grabbed mom by the waist and put the strapon point-blank against her ass. With a little tapping, she made the first movement and the device slightly penetrated the cherished hole. Without unnecessary delay, she continued to move and now a quarter of the strapon was out of sight. Mom moaned and shrieked, twitching, standing on her toes and straining her ass. When a little more than halfway in, speech even managed to get out of mom:

– Look… please don’t go any further. I’ll do anything you want, really. I’m begging you… please don’t go any further, – Mom gibbered nervously to try and talk Alice out of it before the device went in any further.

The girl paused and asked:

– Just about anything I want?

Mom, breathing in and out of the air quickly blurted out:

– Yes, I swear.

– Hmm. Let me think about it. Well, I guess I have one wish. I wish…

After a brief pause, Alice continued:

-…for you to take this strapon completely inside you.

With these words she in one rough movement pushed the device all the way in. Mom cried out, and new tears immediately sprang from her eyes. She strained her hips and thighs to the max, standing on her toes and instinctively squeezing her ass. After a brief cry, she heard heavy breathing, and then it turned into a wail mixed with moans.

– You can’t feel it, but I’m sure your ass will love it, – Alice said mockingly, – It went in so deep, I can’t believe it. It was also very tight, why are you straining your ass so hard, it’s hard for me to shove it in?

She moved the strapon back and forth a little and then continued:

– To be honest, I wasn’t even sure if it would go all the way down your throat or even into your ass. But as you can see, you’re very roomy!

“So pushing that thing down my mom’s throat, she wasn’t even sure she wouldn’t hurt her? I guess that’s why I started to worry about mom more here.”

Alice continued to move back and forth, increasing the amplitude each time, until she got to the point where the strapon was withdrawn almost to maximum and re-entered all the way. Mom was twitching, squirming and moaning with each movement as she continued to endure being pushed by this huge device. Alice was clearly enjoying herself: she threw her head up, closed her eyes and touched her breasts with one hand. Periodically speeding up to the limit, then slowing down the movements, the girl tortured mom’s ass for at least 20-30 minutes. Toward the end of the mom was so tired that she just lay flat on the table, only moaning with streams of tears on her cheeks.

– Eh. Too bad I can’t cum in your uterus, or I would have made you babies, – Alice blurted out of the sudden at the end of the whole thing.
Taking the strapon out of tired mom, the girl headed to the bag, in which she began to put it away.

– Oh, there’s the key, – she exclaimed, holding the key to the pads in her hands, – Too bad I found it a little late, eh, girl?

Ignoring her teasing mom simply asked her to remove the pads.

– Yes, yes, now, – Alice replied much more rudely.

Apparently her arousal had diminished by this point, and so her usual colder voice began to return.

– Get down on the floor, or I won’t be able to take it off.

Mom got down on the floor and waited for Alice to get dressed. When the already dressed girl came to the lying mom, her gaze fell on some object, which mom because of the difficult position of the body simply did not see. Tearing her gaze away from the object, Alice crouched down to mom, starting to open the lock. Hearing the sound of the pads opening, mom felt slightly relieved. The next moment, however, she felt the girl releasing her start to do something abruptly with her hands. And a moment later she heard the sound of the lock closing. Mom clearly did not immediately realize what had happened, so she tried to twitch, but it turned out that she could not. Moreover, now in addition to her arms, she couldn’t move her legs either. It turned out that they were now shackled as well. Though tired, the mother began to twitch and asked the girl to release her.

– I noticed an interesting thing here, I don’t want to leave it unattended.

Walking over to the spot she was looking at a minute earlier, Alice returned from there, holding an anal hook in her hand.

– No… no… I’m begging… please, – the mother began to speak intermittently, seeing what was in the girl’s hands.

– After that baby, you won’t even notice it. It will fit like a native, – Alice said without paying attention to mom’s words.

– Why are you doing this? Why? We’ve already finished…

– I just remembered that I have to run away on business. But since I can’t continue having fun, I’m not going to cut off your, am I? So here you go.

Right after she said that, she began to push that anal hook into my mom. It went in hardly lighter than a strapon, although it was obviously shorter in length. The girl quite skillfully shoved it deeper and deeper, soon driving it in as far as it would go. Taking a rope she tied the hook to mom’s neck so it wouldn’t fall out. Mom only cried and moaned, fully aware that there was no way to get out.

After inspecting her work from all sides, the girl said:

– That’s good.

Then approached the moaning mom from the front and, leaning towards her, kissed her in a hickey.

– Well, rest. I won’t bother you, – Alice said, pulling away from mom’s lips.

Realizing that she was heading for the door, we rushed up the stairs with the little one. As we were running away, we heard the last dialog between mom and Alice:

– Stop! No! Let go please!!, – almost shouting through tears begged mom.

– I told you, that’s it, rest, my dear.

Before leaving Alice also turned off the light in the basement, leaving my mom alone in the dark, shackled with pads and shoved almost to the stomach anal hook. All I could hear before I stepped over the last step was my mom’s pitiful crying, which was beginning to dissipate with renewed force.

About thirty seconds later, Alice came out of the basement. We were sitting in the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

– How did it go? – asked the little one.

– How did it go? Fine. She’s a very attractive person. I’ve exhausted her a little, so let her lie down for an hour, and don’t go in there yet.

I thought Alice would leave as soon as she was done so we could go down to my mother, but she stayed with us in the kitchen and talked to us for about 40 minutes about how it went. Apparently, she didn’t really have any business to run. So I had to sit still, because to break her word and come down early would mean an immediate punch in the face. When she started her story, I knew it was going to be a long time, and I thought: “I’m sorry, mommy, but I think you’re going to have to wait until the end”.

As I suspected, it was a long wait. Alice herself left after more than an hour and all that time she forbade me to go downstairs. When she did leave, saying that she might come tomorrow, we went to the cellar. Surprised that there was no light on, the little one turned it on. Mom was still lying there, almost motionless, restrained on her arms and legs, not stopping moaning for a second. When she heard us talking and finally saw the light on, it was as if she was activated and started begging to be let go in a barely audible voice.

– Yeah, she fucked you up pretty bad, – the guy said, releasing my mom, – Get up and take a shower. You’ve got an equally hard day tomorrow.

“It’s true, though. I’d even forgotten it was only the first day, it’s been so busy. Yes, mammy, you’re going to need a lot of strength.”

Taking her time and stretching out her aching limbs, mom went upstairs. After a shower and a snack, she was taken back to the basement, where a mattress with a blanket and pillow had already been spread out. Mom, not having the energy to complain about anything, just collapsed on it, passing out almost instantly.
The boy locked the basement and went to bed as well. I didn’t want to stay here, to put it mildly, so I went to my place and in a couple of hours I was already home. “I had to get up early tomorrow, so I could be there in the morning,” I thought, setting the alarm clock and falling asleep.

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