Blackmailed mom. Part 19 Sex Story

#Abuse #Blackmail #Rape #Teen

By mthrfck

The next morning I woke up to my mom calling me. Before the guys came in, she once again tried to talk to me about yesterday, but I steadfastly ignored the call. While I washed up and had breakfast, the guys came over to my mom’s house. Before leaving, they made her take off her clothes. To her objections and reminders that she had worked it all off, the chief said that these things were worked off only for work, the rest of the time she would walk around naked as usual. After a few more minutes, mom was already being pushed into the car. The address they were going to, I found out from the chief and therefore, applying my standard disguise, immediately moved to the place.

The way was not close, and because of the fact that I had to get there on my own, it took a lot of time to get there. The point of arrival was some expensive cottage complex, where “mere mortals” rarely got there. An invitation was issued for me and I was able to enter the territory. After wandering around a bit, I finally found the right house. It was just huge. It was clear that really important people lived here, or at least those who were good at pretending to be them and had a lot of money. Even before entering, I was already feeling out of place. Even outside I could hear the music playing loudly there and people talking just as loudly. I had to ring the bell several times to get the door opened, because the music made it hard to hear. When the door opened, I was met on the threshold by some guy, as it turned out, the owner of the house. Or rather, he was the owner only on weekends, when his parents were away. Surprisingly enough, he and everyone else at the party knew who I was, or rather knew that the role of their current maid was my mom. We said hello and he let me inside. Inside, the house seemed even bigger. Beautiful vintage staircases, huge halls, strange-looking but expensive chandeliers, and many other attributes that told me how wealthy people lived here. However, looking at the people present and talking to some of them, I realized that despite the wealth, there was no smell of aristocracy here. It was more like a gathering of sons and daughters of rich parents, who had only enjoyed these benefits since birth. By the way, there were really a lot of people. In terms of age, there were both those who were clearly over 25 and those who seemed to have just turned 15 yesterday. Especially attention was attracted by the guy nicknamed “ Littler”, his nickname fully corresponded to both his height and age.

After some more time walking around and exploring the house I found the main guy in charge. From talking to him I realized that they had arrived about two hours ago. He shook his head at my question about my mom and pointed toward the next room, which he and I headed into. Upon entering, we saw her right away. Mom’s image had been worked on and they even made her dress up in a special costume: on her feet were shoes with heels, and her feet were dressed in translucent mesh tights with suspenders; on her body was a corset, it had small notches for her breasts, but they did not reach them, but just supported them from below, leaving them bare and giving a lushness; the collar was also in place, plus a small short leash was attached to it, which hung over her shoulder without use.

In this outfit, mom was heading toward one of the tables right now, carrying a tray of some sort of beverage in one hand. However, I noticed something odd about her gait as she walked. She was moving a little clumsily, and every now and then she twisted her legs and fidgeted.

– Why does she walk so strangely?, – I immediately asked the chief.

– Well, firstly, for the first hour and a half she was only being raped. And secondly, do you think someone would give her such a simple task as serving food and drinks without any complications? Right now she has several vibro balls working in her ass and cunt at the same time. The landlord has the remote, so I don’t even know how much power she has them vibrating at. But judging by the way she’s twitching, it’s pretty intense.

While he was telling me all this, I noticed one more detail: some of the guys present had some small devices in their hands, because of the pandemonium I couldn’t really see them.

– What kind of things are they holding in their hands?, – I again turned to the chief.

– Ah, that… Well, now you’ll see.

At the same time, my mom was taking glasses of drinks off the tray and setting them on the table, each glass in front of the guy or girl who demanded it. As soon as she was done, she clutched the tray to her chest, turned around and started to walk away. At the same moment some kid ran up behind her from the crowd, pulled her leash sharply, causing mom to arch her back, and held the very object right up to her. At the same second, mom’s painful scream and the crackle of the device were heard, and she started to jerk. After holding the device on her for about 3 seconds, the guy removed it and disappeared again somewhere in the crowd. Mom’s scream, which lasted all 3 seconds, was immediately interrupted, and she herself fell to her knees, breathing sharply and coming to her senses. After sitting like that for about 10-15 seconds she, obviously with great difficulty, got up and went somewhere else.

– A shocker?!, – I seriously puzzled.

– Yeah. They gave them to important guests. I have one too, by the way.

– What are they for?

– Why? You just saw the whole thing.

– No, I know how to use it. I mean, what’s it for?

– It’s for fun, don’t be silly. The power’s minimized, they don’t hit any harder than a nettle sting. Okay, maybe harder. Anyway, it’s not gonna do anything to it, it doesn’t hit it that hard.

– I don’t know. She was screaming pretty loud and painful.

– Dramatizing. No, I agree, it’s not very pleasant. It shouldn’t be for her. But if she was really beaten, she wouldn’t have gotten up after 10 seconds.

At that time, somewhere in the distance, I heard my mom’s scream again, and it was longer.

– Oops, she got it again, – gloated the main one.

– And with what interval or at least for what she gets?

– For nothing and without any intervals, arbitrarily. I wanted – hit the bitch with electricity. It’s as simple as that.

– Yeah, they sure know how to have fun around here. So she just took it for granted that she was gonna get electrocuted?

– Did she have a choice? Plus, she’s been quieter since yesterday. Hardly seems to be emerging. It’s kind of weird. All right, I’m gonna go. Have fun.

After these words, the chief turned around and went into another room. I naturally went to follow my mom. When I found her with my eyes, I noticed that she was talking to some guys sitting at the table. I moved a little closer so I could hear the conversations, but I didn’t attract attention on my own. Mom was still standing there with the same empty tray in her hands, squirming and wriggling a little because of the vibrators working, answering some questions that the guys were asking her, laughing. They were talking to her in such a haughty and dismissive way that I even felt uncomfortable. But mom had to listen to them. They asked her questions about her personal life, her job, and more. Mom, of course, answered all the questions as briefly as possible and obviously reluctantly, and the guys, in turn, mocked her every word. For example, when they asked her what she was doing at work and mom started to answer them, they interrupted her and said, through ugly laughter, that her job was, in fact, to clean men’s dicks. And all that sort of thing. Mom knew perfectly well that after any answer to their question would be followed by another mockery, name-calling or mockery, but, having no other choice, continued to shamefully tolerate and listen to all this. Of course, I understood that now she was not in the best of spirits, and moreover, I was partly guilty of it, but nevertheless, somehow I felt ashamed and even a little resentment for my mother, because of the fact that she did not respond to these majors to insults.

Apparently, to this day I still could not fully believe what kind of situation my mom was in now. On the one hand, I could understand why she did not answer them, because she was indirectly subordinate to them. But on the other hand, I couldn’t even believe that right now I was standing there watching my mom being brutalized and insulted by some stupid teenagers, and she was tolerating it all and silently swallowing it. How much things have changed in these few months and how much my mom has felt that in an instant, literally at the click of a button, her will, opinion and dignity can be taken away from her. When I seriously thought about it, I even felt a little sorry for her. But then I remembered again all those moments when she, being in the position of a slave whore, tried to show everyone how tough and proud she was, and every time after that she humiliated herself even more, I was again taken over by anger, and sometimes even resentment. “So you deserve it all,” – the final verdict rumbled in my head each time.

While I was thinking about all of this, the guys had moved on from the mundane to the intimate. Still laughing foolishly, they asked my mom, and she seriously had to answer. And they obviously knew the answers to some of them, but they asked them on purpose anyway:

– Did you ever get fucked in the ass?

Mom was silent for the first few seconds. It was obvious how disgust and disdain for the people sitting in front of her passed over her face. But it was impossible to remain silent and so, surrendering, she said emotionlessly:

– Yes…

– Have you ever fucked without condoms?

– Yes, – mom answered as coldly as before.

– Did you blow a lot of dicks?

– Mm-hmm, – she mumbled without even opening her mouth.

– You don’t seem very friendly, as if you were a servant. Well, fuck it. Suck it and be useful at least a little, because talking to you is like talking to a wall.

Mom, having taken another insult, stood there in obvious bewilderment and did not understand what she should do, because none of the guys moved and did not get up from the table.

– Why are you standing up? Get under the table!, – shouted at her second, – Or do you have problems with your fucking brain?

Taking a deep breath and rolling her eyes, mom put the tray on the table, and knelt down and went under it, literally finding herself surrounded by dicks. Further, for obvious reasons, I did not see what was going on, but I could hear slippery wet smacking and sounds of my mom being forcibly choked by dicks coming from under the table, and by the guys’ emotions I could understand which one she was sucking and at what moment. There was no lack of insults here either. While mom’s mouth was busy, she received several dozen more insults and derogatory nicknames, which she, like the cum of the abusers, silently swallowed and accepted.

After about fifteen or twenty minutes, mommy crawled out from under the table, coughing and wiping her mouth.

– Get the fuck out of here, get on with your work. Don’t forget your fucking tray, – one of the guys said as he zipped up his fly.

When mom bent over to pick up the tray, one of them grabbed her by the collar, not letting her get back up, and then all four of the teens at the table spit in her face, some of them spitting several times. Having finished all this action with slaps, the collar was released and they pushed mom away from the table so that she could not resist and fell to the floor. After laughing at her one more time, the guys turned away and continued to talk about their own things as if nothing had happened.

Mom slowly started to get up from the floor, wiping her face with drool. But she had to wipe not only the drool, but also the tears that came. She couldn’t hold back, so she sat on the floor for a few minutes in a half-raised position and held back from crying. “How is it, mom? Does it feel good to pick those bastards’ drool off your face? And you let them treat you like that. You don’t respond to them in any way and just tolerate it. You’re afraid of punishment? Fear it then. Then you’ll endure all this shame and tears, you humiliated bitch. Oh yes, I forgot, you don’t know anything else but that,” – I thought, obviously angry, watching my mom getting up from the floor.

Finally, getting to her feet and picking up the fallen tray, mom headed somewhere else. She was heading in the direction of the kitchen, apparently to get a new batch of drinks for the spread. But she didn’t make it to the kitchen. A guy and a girl got in her way. Still wiping away the remnants of drool and tears, mom stopped when the girl turned to her:

– Stop! Where are you going?

– To the kitchen, – answered mom.

– You can go later. I have a question: will you do anything for money, you fucking pervert?

But before mom could say anything, she was interrupted by a guy who turned to the girl:

– What money? Didn’t they tell you? That bitch does everything for free.

– Oh, really? – the girl said excitedly, – Then I have a few questions for you.

– I’m in a hurry. I’ve got something else to take, – mom was not very convincing.

– What’s the matter with you, bitch? – the girl said with a sharp change in her voice, – Whatever I tell you to do, you’ll do, understand?

Mom exhaled and tightened her lips, either from tension or in an attempt to hold back a new stream of tears.

– I was only going to ask you a few questions at first, but since you, bitch, have decided to push your rights here, I’m going to do things differently.

“I don’t know at what moment she was asserting her rights, but she pissed that girl off.”

– I’ve always wanted to try it, – the girl continued with a sly smile, – Usually no one agrees, even for money. But since we have a servant here, she can’t refuse, can she?

The last question was addressed to the guy, to which he positively shook his head.

– Fine. Besides, you, trash, already pissing me off, – said the girl, already addressing my mom, – Consider it to you as a punishment for insolence, and as a task.

After these words, the girl took in more air, made a rather loud throaty sound and spat on the floor at a distance between herself and mom.

– Lick it off, – the girl ordered in a pathos voice, looking at mom with a murderous gaze.

Mom in utter bewilderment, if not to say shock, looked at the girl, then at the “task” spread on the floor.

– I beg you very much…

Mom began to speak in a trembling voice, but the girl immediately interrupted her:

– Lick it off, I said! Now!

At that moment, even the music stopped. Everyone who was in the room at that moment stared at mom. There was silence, broken only by the buzzing sounds of the vibrators working in mom. After about 15 seconds these sounds were accompanied by a desperate sob and tears flowed from her eyes.

– What? What the hell did I do to you? – mom barely squeezed out through her tears, turning to the girl.

– Hmm. Well, nothing yet. I’m just waiting for you to do what I told you to do. Then it will be possible to say that you really did something to me.

There was mocking laughter from all the people watching. Apparently then, my mother realized that dialogue was more than useless. In fact, it always was. “So, mommy, are you going to try to show them all your pride so they can laugh at you even more or are you going to go straight to the task at hand?” It is clear that mom felt enormous disgust both for her “task” and, perhaps, for everything that was going on in general. But the whole atmosphere, the whole crowd of laughing and mocking at her teenagers, the constant humiliation, all this pressed on her, and because of the recent events her morale was not badly broken. And so, without much resistance, after mumbling something for about a minute, my mother slowly and shamefully kneeled down to the floor.

– Hurry up, you asshole, you’ve had enough, – the girl said angrily.

Mom shuddered in disgust, and the tears and crying didn’t stop. Finally, after exhaling twice, she tilted her head slightly. Since the fate was inevitable, my mom wanted to do everything quickly, but the girl, apparently anticipating her intentions, said:

– Slowly lick it off, I want to see everything. And not with the tip of your tongue, but so that it all touched the floor.

Mom’s inner pain was so strong that it was visible even from the outside, every muscle, every curve and her whole face expressed that great pain. Bringing her face quite close at point-blank range, mom reached her trembling tongue out with incredible effort. Again her bitter, pitiful exhalation was heard and in an instant her tongue was in full contact with the drool on the floor. Making a small forward movement, mom collected some of it with her tongue. Then she removed her tongue and with the same incredible effort swallowed the collected drool. Some of those watching even twitched when they saw it. I can’t even imagine what it was like for mom.

– Fuck, she really licked it off, – the girl said to the guy in a whisper and covering her mouth with her hand.

But it wasn’t the end, there was still one more part on the floor that hadn’t been licked off. And so soon her tongue was on the floor again. When it made full contact with it and spread out, the girl gave the order again:

– Freeze.

Mom, closing her eyes, obediently froze without removing her tongue from the floor, touching the girl’s remaining spit with it. At this time she felt something pressing hard on her head. The girl took it and right in her shoe stepped on it. And further began to press down and scroll her heel as if trying to crush something. “What have you come to, mom? Look at you! You’re being pressed to the floor with your heel by some juvenile, forcing you to lick up her drool. Wake up! Do something, show some self-respect. I know it’s hard, maybe even scary, but is it any better? But if you keep obeying, then I guess it really is better for you, mommy. I hope the drool was delicious, enjoy the aftertaste.”

– Fuck, I’m shocked at you! Don’t you have any principles or dignity at all? I was kidding, I didn’t think you’d actually do it. Fucking asshole! Kill yourself, please, – the girl said with laughter and disdain.

Of course, there were no guarantees that she was really only joking and wouldn’t make mom do it with any outcome. But, it seems, the girl was not lying, but simply went for broke and by trivial intimidation and rudeness made the mom believe that she had no way out. That is, in fact, if the mom now tried to stand up for herself, there is a chance that the girl would have left her alone, or at most would have given a couple of slaps. But mom didn’t take her words about “a joke” as a mere possibility or a trivial lie. She took it as her own weakness and a missed opportunity not to experience such shame. And so, when the shoe was removed from her head, and the girl, after throwing her a few more derogatory expressions, left, mom sat for a few minutes, covering her face, crying and as if trying to hide from her own humiliation. During this time, the people in the hall were buzzing and various insults were heard every now and then:

– Can’t you lick anything else, dog?

– Now you will only clean the floors like this!

– Go wash your tongue with bleach, you filthy whore!

And so on.

Mom sat there crying for about 7 minutes without opening her face. People were still buzzing, but less, and the music slowly began to appear again, gradually increasing in volume. At some point the very same Littler appeared from the crowd, he couldn’t be confused with anyone else. He was quickly approaching my mom with an extremely disgruntled look. He had a shoker in his hand, so I knew in advance what was about to happen. And indeed, a few seconds later my mom was screaming from the pain of the electric shock, twitching on the floor. However, this time it seemed to me that not only mom was screaming louder, but the device seemed to crackle more.

– Where are our drinks, bitch? We ordered them 100 years ago, and you’re still hanging around, – the kid yelled at mom after he finished hitting her with the electricity.

Mom, shuddering either from the electric shock she had just received, or from crying for a long time, or maybe because of everything at once, slowly got up from the floor and walked towards the kitchen.

A few minutes later, she came out with a tray full of glasses. Mom carried them around for a while and soon the tray was empty again.

In one of the rooms, mom was suddenly stopped by a guy who looked about 17 years old. He bowed elegantly in front of her and, holding out his hand, invited mother to dance. Of course, mom didn’t feel any desire to dance or even touch his hand, but she figured that at least she would stall for time without doing stupid tasks. Taking her by the hand, the guy took mother somewhere on the second floor. There was music playing in one of the rooms and that’s where boy took her. Once inside, he slightly closed the door. The room was spacious and besides him there were four other guys in it. After leading mom to the center, he stood in front. The others, except for one, stood around mom: from behind and on the sides, respectively, rather closely surrounding her. Even then, mom was very tense. And when each of the four people around took out a taser, she was completely scared.

— Come on, dance, – the guy standing in front said, grinning.

With these words, he put a taser to mother’s stomach and pressed the button for a moment. Mom squeaked painfully, and the device made a second crackle. Mom instinctively pulled back from the unpleasant sensations, but another nasty shock of electricity was waiting for her there. As soon as the backhand stopped, a backhand was immediately felt. As soon as he finished on the left, he entered on the right. Then everything went in random order. Mom, screaming and begging to stop, twitched from each blow. She was literally trapped in a kind of electric circle. Wherever she twitched, there was a short, but extremely painful electric shock everywhere. The guys were clearly having fun at this time. Laughing, they shouted at mom:

— Dance, bitch!

— Come on, squirm!

Even when, after a while, mom, due to the constant and therefore increasing pain, began to scream harder, and the tears were already flowing, the guys did not stop, continuing their bullying. Mom had already tried her best to cover up certain parts of her body, but even if she succeeded, getting hit in the arm was still extremely painful.

Finally, after another 10 minutes, they finished. Twitching all over, mom was shoved onto the bed, forced to undress. She managed to recover a little and stop twitching, no longer wanting to experience this, obediently undressed. The guys pulled out the vibro-balls themselves. This time, when the first guy drove his dick in, mom resisted less than ever.

Apparently, they were able to intimidate her so much with electricity. The guy fucked her lying on her back and the mom, not wanting to look at the guy, raised her eyes to the ceiling. However, the ceiling above the bed was unusual, but reflective, like a large mirror. And then mom, even through all the tears, saw herself. Herself, whose hands the guy was forcibly holding now. Herself, whose vagina and uterus are now being forcibly hammered, causing pain and humiliation. Herself, lying limply on the bed and tearfully enduring everything that is happening. Herself, whose thighs, stomach and breasts were shaking limply and pliably from a teenager fucking her. For the first time, she saw it all as if from a third person. And although, it seems, nothing has changed dramatically from this, but my mother burst into one of the most bitter cries. Crying, full of disappointment and self-pity. For the first time, she not only felt pathetic and worthless, but also saw it all with her own eyes. When the guy finished, some of the sperm was released into the womb, and he lowered some of it onto her stomach. And seeing how a thick stream of hateful sperm spreads over her stomach, simultaneously numbing and clogging her navel and all its space, forming a small puddle, mom burst into tears completely.

It was probably the first time she had cried so hard and bitterly. And all because she saw herself. Apparently, before that, there was a certain image of herself in her head, which helped her “rise” from time to time. But now she saw her real self.: humiliated, dishonored, lying limply under a teenager raping her and silently taking all his sperm.

Broken even more, she didn’t really resist when the next member was attached to her. The guy turned her over on her stomach and drove his cock into her curvy ass. And then, as if on purpose, he grabbed mom by the hair and pulled her towards him, so it turned out that she saw herself in the reflection of the ceiling again.

And although it turned out that the guy did it in order to suck her on the lips, in fact it turned out that now mom, in addition to the previous spectacle, saw the rape of her ass, because when the guy finished with a kiss, he did not let go of her head. And now mom not only felt the cock of an impudent teenager roughly impaling her ass, but also saw her poor ass crumple under his movements, forming folds. And, unlike everyone else, mom was disgusted by this picture. In it, as in the previous pose, she saw her helplessness. It irritated her, one might even say it infuriated her, but at the same time it broke her morally. The very realization that anyone can use it, and especially, in fact, yesterday’s children, even though it angered mom, but to a greater extent only made her give up more.

No one could hold back for long while fucking mom’s gorgeous ass. So another guy, whose dick was lucky to be in it, also soon finished. Like the previous one, he poured part of his portion directly inside. It would be considered a real crime, fucking such a juicy ass, not to finish inside, at least partially. And taking out his penis, he let go of mother’s hair and, pressing her head against the pillow, finished it already outside. The sperm splashed out, hitting directly on mom’s ass, but because of the strong pressure, and without much effort from the guy to aim somewhere specifically, it covered her back and even part of her shoulder blades.

No one gave her a chance to catch her breath. Therefore, as soon as the guy left, two immediately joined mother, who was beginning to get tired. There was no resistance from her here anymore. Still crying, she obediently bent under the guys, taking whatever poses they demanded.

“It’s a pity to look at you, mom. Even more than usual. You’re bending down here in front of them like the last whore. Spineless humiliation, it’s sickening,” – I thought, while my last shred of respect for my mother was practically disappearing.

For about 40 more minutes, the guys fucked mom in different poses, filling her with sperm inside and covering her outside. After all, they weren’t the only guests, and that’s why mom was let go. She was sent to the bathroom beforehand, she couldn’t put her suit back on while covered in semen. Of course, it would be interesting, but not all the guests would like it. So the guys pushed mom into the bathroom, threw her things at her, and finally reminded her that she had to put the vibrating eggs back in, closed the door and left.

Standing near the door to that very bathroom, I listened for 5 minutes to my mother crying to the sound of water. However, she did not wash, the sound of the water was turned on for show. In fact, she was standing and looking at herself in the mirror. She looked at the parts of her body covered with sperm and, looking at each of them, the crying came with renewed vigor. Just below the abdomen there was a disgusting, but already so familiar feeling — a uterus filled with sperm. She could feel the large amount of white viscous liquid that she was currently filled with. It was about the same feeling in the ass.

Then she caught her breath a little, calmed down a little, and even started talking to herself in a half-whisper, obviously to calm down.

— That’s it… get ready… Hush, hush, – she whispered in a trembling voice and clearly restraining a new cry, – That’s it… everything is fine… Y-Yes… normal…

I didn’t hear everything because of the noise of the water, only fragments. “Yes, mom, is everything okay? Are you convincing yourself of this when you were crying just half an hour ago, taking in cocks?”

Finally, after taking a shower and washing thoroughly, mom began to get dressed. The most difficult thing turned out to be, of course, stuffing vibro-eggs into yourself. They were working all the time, so she had to shove them right like that. Even from behind the door, I could hear the volume of the buzzing of these vibrators lowered, due to the fact that they were immersed inside. When she finished with them, mom swore softly, because she felt that obsessive vibration again. And due to the fact that her vagina and ass were very irritated after the dicks, all the vibrations were felt 2 times stronger.

When I heard the sound of heels approaching the bathroom exit, I moved away. Mom, coming out of the door, still slightly awkward because of her shaky legs, went to the stairs leading to the first floor. The same guys were already waiting for her at the stairs. They made sure that she inserted the vibro balls, after which they sent her downstairs, accompanied by several slaps on her ass.

Then, for another 3 hours, my mother served food and drinks. During all this time, she was repeatedly hit with shokers. The most intrusive of all was the Littler. He beat mother more often than others. And his shokers always seemed more painful to her. As it turned out, the Littler, despite the ban, turned up the power of the device given to him, so that he really hit noticeably harder than others. In the end, mom, in addition to the pain, began to feel real anger and irritation towards this guy. Sometimes her scream at his blow was more likely to mean not the expression of the pain she was getting from electricity, but the pain of not being able to give this bastard a good slap on the back of the head.

When mom finally had a free minute for all these 3 hours, the same kid came up to her:

— Since you’re resting, come with me. I have a whole lot of questions for such an unusual person like you, – he said and motioned for mother to follow him.

Just the sight of this little stuffed boy made my mother feel completely annoyed, and considering how many times he electrocuted her, it was already sincere hatred. The guy took her upstairs to one of their empty rooms. There he sat down on the sofa, and mother remained standing in front of him.

— And so, the question is: do you get any royalties for a job like this?, – the Littler immediately began.

Mom pursed her lips and shook her head negatively.

— So you’re really doing all this for free?

Although she had no desire to talk to him, she somehow answered this question:

— It’s not completely free… In general… It’s complicated…

— Yes, what poverty brings people to. Do fucking beggars like you have no options at all these days? It would be better to look for a normal job for yourself. Although, you probably only know how to shame yourself and sell your ass.

Mom was already boiling over. Firstly, because a person who did not know or pretended not to know the whole situation said something similar. And secondly, to hear from a boy sitting on the neck of rich parents, something about work and earnings was just ridiculous. But mom wasn’t amused at all. She could barely restrain herself from saying everything to this impudent guy. This time, because of the anger and the obviously younger age of the guy sitting in front of her, mom felt a little more confident that she could answer something.

He talked to her for another 15 minutes. Although it is difficult to call this kind of communication. Rather, he repeatedly insulted mother on the grounds of her “poverty” and the fact that she works with her body, and not at a normal job. In short, in those 15 minutes, he really pissed mom off. Of course, these emotions were again rather accumulated, due to insults, humiliations and insults, but this conversation became a boiling point.

Having talked enough, the guy ordered to mother:

— Okay, get on your knees and get ready to suck. You can’t do anything else anyway.

Mom stood almost motionless. “No. Not in front of him”, – she thought. After all he’d said, and considering his age, she couldn’t afford to obey him under the pressure of her emotions.

— Hey, are you deaf? On your knees, I say, – the kid grumbled with displeasure.

With these words, he took out the taser again and, putting it to mother, pressed the button. She felt that pain again and mixed with all the accumulated emotions, she couldn’t stand it and threw the device aside with her hand. The kid immediately changed his face, it became somehow scared and surprised. Mom’s, on the contrary, was full of sincere hatred. Realizing that there was no turning back, she rushed at this guy with the clear intention, if not to beat him well, then to give him a few slaps. The kid, squealing like a piglet, deftly dodged and with the same screams began to run around the room, calling for help. And when it seemed that mother had already cornered him and the guy was about to get what he deserved, two guys burst into the room shouting. In an instant, they jumped up to mom and, wringing her hands behind her back, roughly sat her down on her lap. Immediately, a whole hail of slaps and insults fell on my mother for disobedience. Meanwhile, the kid changed again in his face, which did not have even a fraction of the fear that it had been a few seconds ago. Making an expression a la “I’m the king here” again, he picked up the shoker that had been thrown back and sat down on the sofa again. Mom was kneeling right in front of him, pinned to the floor by two other guys. Of course, there could be punishment for such a thing. I don’t know what mom was counting on when she did something like this, but at that moment she was guided solely by emotions that took over and the desire to teach the impudent, bestial kid a good lesson.

“Close the door,” – the kid commanded.

One of the two guys holding mom walked away and locked the door. And then heard mother’s heart-rending scream and the aggressive crack of a taser. It was prolonged, as, in fact, the scream itself. When the blow stopped, mom’s rapid breathing could be heard, turning into crying. But it did not reach him and the crackling sounded again.

Mom screamed, cried and really suffered throughout all these seemingly endless discharges of electricity. And after 20 minutes of these natural tortures, she was already begging for mercy. But it wasn’t there. When mom, with the last of her strength, raised a pleading look full of tears and pain at the guy, he grinned and turned the device on full power.

“Get some rest,” – the kid said angrily.

Then I heard my mother’s last piercing scream and the loudest crack of the device, after which my mother, of course, turned off. Her limp hands let go and left mother on the floor. Completely pleased with himself, the kid left the room and went on to have fun and celebrate. He did not perceive mother as a person or even as a servant. She was a toy for him, which he used and threw. He didn’t bat an eye when he naturally knocked out a mom with a shoker.

Realizing that she would not wake up in the near future and I had nothing to watch, I went downstairs. There, the party did not fade away for a second. Almost all those present were already pretty drunk and did not pay attention to the absence of mother. It was not very pleasant for me to be around these people before, and even more so now. So, without hesitation, I decided to leave. Besides, in these few hours I was tired myself and already wanted to go home.

Just before leaving, when I was about to open the door, the main one stopped me.

“Look what I have,” – he said contentedly, handing me a piece of cloth.

When I took it, I realized that it was not just a rag, but beautiful lace panties.

— Why do I need them? Mom is almost always naked now. I don’t think her underpants are that valuable, – I said, examining the item given to me.

— Oh, no, you don’t understand. It’s not your mother’s, -the chief replied with a sly grin.

At first I stood in disbelief, but then I felt as if I had been electrocuted myself and I cautiously said:

— So you did it too?.. But how?

— It wasn’t easy with Anya. She’s much more cunning than your mom. But she was also dealt with.

I didn’t ask how exactly they managed to put Anya in a position like mother’s, but I think everything revolved around money again. My mood suddenly became much better and from that moment on I began to live in anticipation of the long-awaited event.

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