Gamble

Part 3

The Gamble - Part 3
By Scorpio00155(c)

I woke with a start then groaned as my body screamed out it's pain to
me, my arse, pussy and throat felt raw, but my mind felt partially my
own again. Opening my eyes I found myself alone on the mattress, I had
no idea how long I had been unconscious, nor how long they had used me
for, though it had felt like forever. With a struggle I made it back to
the kneeling position to await their further pleasure, even now I could
still feel the effects of the drug I had been made to drink, the fires
of lust still burned deep inside me despite the pains of my body.

"She's awake." a voice said off to my left.

"About fuckin' time." I heard Don's voice reply.

Raising my eyes I saw Don sitting on a chair in front of me, glancing
around I saw the rest of the boys lounging in chairs or on mats. As I
turned my attention back to Don I saw Cherrie come out of the back
rooms with a dreaded glass of liquid in her hand. Then I realised that
Bob was nowhere in sight, I looked around fearful that he had left me
to my fate in disgust.

"Don't panic bitch," Don laughed drawing my eyes back to him, "the
wimp's asleep out back, Cherry will get him when she takes the glass
back."

I slumped with relief, and then took the glass thrust out to me,
draining it I grimaced at the sharp flavor; it hadn't tasted that
strong before. Don must have known what I was thinking, he laughed then
rose from the chair, came over to the mattress and stood looming over
me, his fingers hooked in the collar around my throat as he leant me
backwards. I was forced to look into his eyes as he spoke to me in a
low, almost evil voice.

"That was a double dose," he said, "we're nearly done with you, only
another eighteen hours to go and you are going to be screaming for
every minute of them."

I felt chilled by his words even as the drug started to work it's way
into my system fanning the fires of lust higher yet again.

"Ever tried bondage?" he went on, "No? Well you'll love it. And you'll
love being spanked, especially when your bastard boy does it to you."

He carried on talking, describing acts of depravity that he and the
others would perform on me; acts that he would get my son to perform on
me. Each act he described made me cringe inwardly, at the same time the
lust burned higher and higher in me as the drug cocktail did it's evil
work on me.

"And the best part of it is you will be begging us to do these things
to you," Don laughed, "begging us to hurt you and abuse you, begging
your own son to abuse you and hurt you too"

Closing my eyes in shame I knew I could not fight this youth, that I
would do everything he said I would even to begging Bob to abuse me. I
felt him jerk the collar then release me, kneeling up I tired to put an
expression of pleasure on my face, in this the damned drug helped out
as fresh waves of bliss started to fill me, not a hand was touching me
and I was already rising to an orgasm. Then Cherrie came back with my
son in tow, he looked across at me then looked away again as though
ashamed to see me. Hiding my pain I remained kneeling on the mattress
awaiting whatever was to come with an expression of happiness fixed on
my face. From time to time by body gave a shiver as waves of pleasure
surge up then receded, Don had given me an idea of what to expect and
amid the growing tidal surges of bliss I was filled with fear.

"Okay, we've wasted enough time with this resting shit." Don suddenly
declared, "Let's start the final part with a rematch, get over here
slut!"

Still weak I nevertheless got quickly to my feet, crossed the room to
where he was standing and knelt in front of him, Cherrie sauntered over
to stand beside me, her strap-on cock sticking out from her tiny body.

"Well bitch, this is your chance to get your own back against Cherrie,
you and she will fight again" Don stated with a smirk, "only this time
there's no wimp out of a submission, this time it ends when one or the
other of you is physically unable to go on."

I knew that I hadn't a chance, I was already too weak from the hours of
abuse I'd suffered at their hands, add to that the effect the drugs
coursing through my system and there was just no way I could even hold
my own against Cherrie. Despite all this I nodded my agreement and went
to rise to my feet, I never got there, without any warning Cherrie
swung round and kicked me in the solar plexus, I grunted in pain as all
the breath was forced from me, staggering backwards I fell flat on my
backside on the hardwood floor. Curling up in a ball I tried to get my
breath back while protecting my vital areas, I reckoned without
Cherrie, almost in a frenzy she kicked at me, hitting me in the back
and ribs, even hitting me on the pussy. The blow to my already aching
pussy jerked me out of my ball and straight into Cherrie's merciless
hand, reaching down she dug her fingers into my breasts and used them
to cruelly to drag me up on my feet. As soon as I was upright she was
slapping at my face, jerking my head from side to side with each blow
and there was nothing I could to do stop her, though I did make a last
ditch effort to get a blow of my own in. Barely had I started my swing
than Cherrie was acting, with a twist and twirl she was suddenly behind
me, I cried out as my knees were kicked out from under me, then the
breath fled my body again as the girl jumped on my back and driving me
to the hard floor. In desperation I tried to get up again, but I had
neither the strength or time to do this, in a heartbeat Cherrie drove
me down to the floor by kneeling in the small of my back then grasping
my collar and pulling backwards towards her. The collar dug at my
throat as the girl pulled my upper body up and back, and the collar was
choking me, I felt my senses fading and a sense of relief that my
passing out would end the fight in yet anther win for Cherrie. Only she
had other, crueler plans that choking me into unconsciousness, as I
hovered on the edge of passing out she leg go of the collar letting
fall back to the floor so hard than one of my lips hit a tooth and
began to bleed. Almost out cold I lay panting and gasping for breath,
dimly I was aware of my arms being forced behind me, as my senses swam
back I felt something being wrapped around my wrists then my elbows and
I realized that Cherrie was tying my arms behind my back. Weakly I
tried to fight against being tied, but I was way too late, even as I
flexed my arm Cherrie was finishing the last knot, she stood up then
kicked me over onto my back, crushing my tied arms under me. Moving to
my feet she kicked my legs apart, when I tried to lash out at her with
a foot she jumped clear then moved in on me again, her shoe sole came
down on my already aching pussy, she ground her sole on my pussy as
though stubbing out a cigarette. Screaming I tried to squirm away from
her, but she stayed with me, crushing my pussy lips cruelly, then she
threw herself on me, forcing my legs open she shoved the dildo all the
way onto my aching pussy then began to fuck me as though in a frenzy.
Fuelled by the drug lust and my own natural arousal at being fucked I
shot into an orgasm, whimpering I tried to buck her off, but I hadn't a
hope of getting the leverage to dislodge her with my hands tied behind
me. Suddenly Cherrie was slapping at my nipples even as the dildo
slammed in me cruelly, I cried out in both pain and bliss, desperate
for both escape and sexual release!

"Hell, that's got to be enough," I heard my son's voice, "she can't
fight with her hands tied, Cherrie can do whatever she wishes. Doesn't
that count as physically unable to continue?"

"I guess you could be right," Don replied, "but let Cherrie have a
little more fun first. You ain't worrying about the slut are you?"

"What do I care about her," my son's voice cut through me like a
knife, "I just thought you prided yourself on keeping to the rules once
you'd set them. Let Cherrie fuck her to death for all I care."

"Hear that bitch," Cherrie hissed down at me, "even your own son don't
give a fuck what happens to you any more, good job for him you still
worry about his precious skin."

Without warning she began fucking me again with the fake prick, despite
the terror filling me, despite the anguish of my son's final rejection
of me I erupted into an orgasm after only a few minutes of her starting
to fuck me again. At the same time she was slapping my face and
breasts, twisting my nipples making me scream in pain, in between all
this she was punching my breasts and she didn't stop until Don shouted
at her to give it a rest. Cherrie rose to her feet and once again posed
with her heel digging into my boob, with a contemptuous final kick at
my prone body she walked away from me.

"Get up bitch, you ain't hurt that bad." Don barked out.

With my hands tied behind my back it was a task to get up, but finally
I managed it, staggering I went over to Don to kneel in front of him.
Though it wasn't mentioned I knew that my arms were not going to be
released, this had to be the start of the bondage scene Don had
mentioned earlier, beside Don my son stood stiffly in both senses, his
whole body was tense and his glorious cock was at full attention, but
my son refused to look at me.

"You have got to see this Bobby boy," Don laughed, the lies dripping
from his lips, "I didn't believe it the first time she had me do it to
her, but she fuckin' loved it! You want us to tie you in your favourite
position slut?"

"Oh please, yes tie me in that way." I responded trying to sound eager.

A glass was thrust at my face, unable to take it I let Cherrie hold the
glass to my lips and tip it, I drank the even more bitter fluid
wondering just how many doses I was being fed. Minutes later I no
longer gave a damn how many dose I'd just drunk as a blast of ecstasy
shot through me. Don commanded me to stand and then follow him; my
whole body tingled and burnt with lust as I staggered after him, Bob
following behind me. We came to a bench and I knew that I was expected
to lie on it, my arms crushed into my back as I lay back, with cruel
force Don parted my legs and tied my ankles to my thighs then a rope
was looped under the bench and around my throat below the collar.
Understanding of this position came to me as Don straightened up, my
was pussy was open for their use, if I fell from the bench I'd be
choked by the rope, if I jerked too much in the throws of the orgasms I
knew would be hitting me I'd choke. Then they were taking me, pride of
place went to my son, Don let him be the first to take me in this
position, my son's cock surged into me and I cried out in pleasures as
he started to fuck me in a frenzy, almost as though he was trying to
get off quickly. If that was his intent his own natural staying power
defeated him, for a good thirty minutes my son drove me up the scale of
orgasmic rapture, at times I would jerk so much that the rope cut into
my neck and when he eventually came deep inside me I hit a peak that
had me straining upwards in deadly ecstasy. By the time Bob raised
himself from me I had almost choked into unconsciousness, but I had
barely a minute of recovery time when Don pushed his cock into me and
sent me into choking orgasm after orgasm. Then all the other boys took
me in this position, by the time they'd all had me I was in my orgasmic
dream world again. I vaguely remember being released from the bench and
dumped unceremoniously back on the mattress, my arms still firmly tied
behind my back. Some time later my senses began to return, I saw them
all drinking cans of some drink or other, and I felt my own thirst
rising in me. As my mind cleared slightly I wondered how long it had
been since I'd eaten something other than sperm, drunk something other
than drug laced vodka and sperm. Struggling to my knees I assumed the
position that was required of me, Don was the first to notice me
kneeling waiting on their pleasure, he grinned and came over to the
mattress.

"You keep cheating us out of time," he grinned, "by rights you should
make it up somehow."

"How can I do that?" I asked foolishly.

"Well it's simple," he laughed, "just announce that you feel you've
cheated them out of eight hours and you want them to carry on until
eight thirty tomorrow morning."

"Even my dulled mind knows that's twelve hours not eight." I said in
surprise.

"Yeah, well the extra is to cover any time you rob us of between now
and then." He smirked, "It's up to you...Hmmm, wonder where that boy of
yours has got to?"

There was no mistaking the unspoken threat within Don's change of
subject to my son; I knew that there was really no other choice I could
make. If it hadn't been for the collar holding my neck straight I would
have hung my head in defeat, as it was I lowered my eyes and wept as
the conviction came to me that the nightmare would never come to an end.

"Okay," I muttered weakly, "I'll stay yours until eight thirty, but
please, I am so thirsty, could I have drink."

"Sure you can!" he almost cackled, "And here's Cherrie to ease your
thirst now."

In fact Cherrie was stepping onto the mattress as he made his comment,
inwardly I cringed at the effects another dose of whatever it was
lacing the drinks would be on me, each glass had driven me to a higher
level of depravity. The power of the orgasms I had under the influence
of this drug were indescribable, the nearest I could come to doing so
would be like shoving a live mains wire in my pussy. Nevertheless I
opened my mouth and let the girl pour the liquid into my mouth,
swallowing I pulled a face of distaste.

"A triple, without the booze flavoring." Cherrie laughed as she walked
away with the glass.

"Ah well, rest period's over," Don smirked, "time for you to perform
some more."

"Please," I gasped, "please tell me why us, why me?"

"Why not," he grinned, "part of it was that your boy was dumb enough to
fall for the fight ploy, and of course so were you. But you'd been
chosen before that, we knew as soon as we spotted you and the wimp
together that you were a happy mother and son, who better to fuck up?"

He started to move away from me, and then paused, turning he looked
down at me and smiled coldly.

"Best we get it all said," he said, "you've got two more doses of
the 'cocktail' to take, both will be double what you've just had now.
Funny thing with that mix of stuff, after the sixth single dose it has
a permanent side effect, you've had what amounts to nine single doses
with another twelve to come, no turning back for you now."

"Oh god," I moaned both in dread and in excitement as the doses I'd
just taken began to push my body to the heights of pleasure
again, "what side effects? Please tell me."

"With pleasure," Don laughed, "what you're feeling now, the hyped up
sexual sensations, the insatiable hunger for sex in any form and any
way you can get it, they'll never leave you now. The intensity won't be
as bad, but you'll always feel horny, always have the itch to be
fucked, putting it bluntly you'll be a nympho slut! Well you did ask."

With that he walked over to the rest of his gang, amongst who was my
own son, I sobbed for myself and for my son. A moment later they were
all heading towards me and I knew that the next ordeal was to begin.

With my arms still firmly tied behind me I was pushed across the gym to
a vaulting horse, it was shabby and torn; it's legs had been cut down,
yet it looked strong enough to hold me. This time I was thrown face
down, my head dangling one side of the horse, my legs the other, my
legs were tied to the feet of the horse while a rope was passed through
the collar lead ring to be tied to the grab bars I lay between. At
first I was relieved that the rope had been attached to the back of the
collar, but my relief was short lived, it lasted right up to the point
the first boy took me in the mouth. This round started with Don fucking
my pussy, in moments I was climaxing, though I couldn't lift my head
due to the restriction of the rope fixed at the collar. As Don took his
pleasure another of the youths came around to my face, he had no need
to command me to open my mouth, I had it open and awaiting his pleasure
even as he closed the distance between us. Soon he was deep in my
throat, fucking my mouth as hard as Don was fucking my pussy, then he
took a step closer forcing my upper body to rise a little, but this was
not what he wanted, his hands pressed down on my shoulders and I
gurgled as the collar tightened around my neck. One after the other
they took me, each doing me twice and each pushing my shoulders down as
they used my mouth, and each time I felt the collar start to choke me.
Only one of them didn't push down as he fucked my mouth and by the
sheer size of the cock he thrust into me I knew it had to be my son. As
if all this weren't enough Don began to spank my buttocks as he fucked
my pussy as did every boy that fucked my pussy thereafter, including my
son, though his blows were more caresses than spanks, Once again the
ordeal ended when that had sated their lust for the moment, for a while
they left me hung limply over the horse, but at last they untied me,
apart from my arms, and tossed me back on the mattress.

Laughing at my shuddering, exhausted body the boys began drinking
again, amongst them my son who I saw pointing at me and laughing. Of
everything that I had endured so far the sight of my son laughing along
with my tormentors at my expense was the most painful, I knew at that
moment that I had lost him, that he would be leaving with Don, leaving
me broken in spirit and body for his sake. Wishing I could just lie
there and wallow in my despair I finally struggled up to my knees.

"Ah, the bitch can't get enough, damn it!" Don crowed, "Tell you what,
how about we take the slut walkies again, you can walk her this time
Bobby boy, fancy that?"

"Too fucking right I do!" I heard my son answer, seemingly only too
pleased to add to my humiliation.

And that was that, the lead was reattached to my collar by my son, he
jerked it to draw me to my feet then headed out the door with the group
following along behind. This time my path was different, my son headed
straight for the open gate, he didn't even hesitate as he led me out of
the park, with the damned drug burning away inside me I kept climaxing
every few minutes. My son took me around the whole outside of the park
until we came back to the gate we had exited from, jerking the lead he
took me back into the park and this time the path we followed was the
same Cherrie had taken from the very same gate. So it came as no
surprise to find myself back at the playground, the only difference
this time being that my hands were firmly tied behind me and it was my
son guiding events. With a jerk of the lead Bob took me over to a
roundabout, as he had me kneel on the thing the other boys were
spreading themselves around the roundabout.

"Don says you complained of being thirsty," Bob said in a flat,
expressionless voice, "he thought you might be hinting that you were
hinting at something else. Were you?"

Don was behind and to one side of my son, out of his cone of vision Don
was miming what was to happen to me and I felt sick.

"I was," I said gulping back bile, "I have a craving to drink piss."

"Well," my son sighed, "you've got your wish, we've all topped up and
are all busting to pee. Starting with Don the roundabout will be turned
clockwise until you've drunk from everyone.

"Thank you." I smiled what I hoped was a look of glee.

Gently the round-about turned until Don stood before me, his cock was
already free of his trousers, leaning forward I took the tip of the of
his cock in my mouth and had it almost immediately flooded by hot,
mineral tasting urine. Fighting the urge to gag I swallowed as fast as
I could, but some of the liquid spurted out of the sides of my mouth to
dribble down my chin and onto my breasts. When he was done I had to
lick him clean, then the roundabout turned to the next boy and the
whole process started over. I wept with shame when a powerful climax
ran through me as I drank from the third cock, then another hit me with
the fifth and by the time I had gone full circle I was in a state of
constant orgasm. I breathed a silent sigh of relief that this part of
the ordeal was over, but I was wrong, there in the middle of a
children's playground Don, my son, fifteen other youths and Cherrie
gangbanged me. By the time they had finished with me I was barely able
to kneel let alone stand, but my son jerked my up to my feet and almost
dragged me back to the gym. I was thrown on the mattress and left to
recover on my own. Over and over I kept thinking 'God how much longer
does this goes on?' it already seemed that an eternity had passed.

Yet as soon as I felt strong enough to get to my knees I did so and
awaited with dread what was to come next. As I knelt up Cherrie came
over with yet another glass in her hands, the taste of the fluid was
foul and I remembered what Don had said about the last two doses, I had
just drunk six single doses and there was another six to come. Barely
had these thoughts come to me than I felt my body bursting with
ecstasy, I needed to be fucked as the only way to dull the burning, I
sobbed in bliss as I screamed out for someone, any one to fuck me and
to do it right now!

God did they fuck me, for the first time in hours my arms were untied,
the had me spread my legs and lay back on my heels, bent back like this
my wrists were tied to my ankles, a rope was also fixed to the collar
and tied to my ankles. Despite the deep fear that I may well choke in
this position I was screaming to be fucked hard. And that is just what
they did, in the pussy and mouth they took me without mercy, oblivious
to the sounds of my choking as my head jerked when I would climax, and
since I started climaxing as soon as a cock pushed into my pussy I was
barely conscious by time the last of them flooded his juices into my
exhausted body. When they finally untied me my whole body jerked and
shook as the nerve jangling climaxes I'd done my best to constrain hit
in one long burst that had me flopping around as though in a fit.

They left me to rest, for all of twenty minutes; I had managed to get
to my knees in fifteen, but the ignored me as they stood around
discussing something. When they at last came for me I followed where
they led, which was to the center of the hall, my own son threw a
couple of ropes over a beam and Don tied a rope to each of my wrists.

"Pain time." Don whispered to me as he tightened the last knot, "You'll
soon see what I mean and as soon as you do you'd better start begging
for it to be done to you."

Fear chilled my heart as they pulled on the ropes until I was teetering
on just my shoe tips, then my heart froze when I saw Don handing out
rubber hoses. They were going to beat me with them, I had no doubt
about that at all, Don had already hinted at it. Fighting my panic I
tried to look excited at the prospect of my forthcoming beating, a
surge of drug induced ecstasy made my acted look seem real and I
started yelling out to them to beat me. It was my son that stepped
forward first, this shocked me back to a momentary sanity, he was
smiling as he swished the hose as though practicing, yet I could not
read the expression in his eyes. Then he was in front of my dangling
body, he ran the hose over my body and I climaxed.

"I get the honour," he said in a voice that sounded lifeless, "of
beating you first, I get to do it six times slut, then the others all
join in."

"Do it, " I said trying to sound husky, "do it, do it hard, beat me!"

Suddenly he struck out, the hose hitting me across the breasts, I had
expected it to hurt more yet it was more than enough to send me
crashing into an orgasm that went on and on as he beat me. At his sixth
blow the rest of the group surged forward and began to beat on me as
well, unlike my son's strikes theirs hurt, they hurt a hell of a lot!
Screaming in fear, pain, and orgasm and for them to keep beating me I
jerked and shook in my bonds, trying vainly to escape the blows aimed
at me while exhorting them to hit me. At one point they all laughed
coarsely at me as my bladder cut loose, urine streaming down my thighs
to pool on the floor beneath me. Then it all suddenly stopped, groaning
I hung limply in my bonds, my body screaming out its pain to me as I
sobbed in despair and fear. When they released my wrists I fell to the
floor lifelessly, this time they didn't even bother to move me to the
mattress, they left me lying in my own pool of urine while they went to
rest themselves for whatever was next on their agenda...

Dimly I became aware of the chimes of a clock sounding out seven,
through the dirty windows there was daylight and I groaned in relieve
at the thought that there was only another ninety minutes to get
through. I lay still and tried to recover my strength, but as I lay
there Cherrie came over with the final glass of drug laced vodka,
raising my head by my hair she poured it into my mouth and I gagged at
the flavor as it slid down my throat.

"Stronger." I muttered weakly.

"Yeah bitch," Cherrie hissed in a whisper, "ten doses. I know Don said
six, but what the fuck, you may as well go out higher than a kite."

Her words 'go out' rang in my head as she walked away, after all I had
been through, surely they didn't intend killing me, oh God, surely not
that! Minutes later the drug was coursing through my body, it sent a
sexual driven strength through me that had me on my knees calling out
for more. Even as I was begging then to do me a part of me was frozen
with fear at the prospect of death.

My fears were merely heightened when they took me back to the centre of
the gym, this time it was only one rope they threw over the beam and it
was attached to my collar. Then they retied my arms behind my back, the
ropes cutting into my skin. I almost fainted with relief when I was
ordered to my knees, though they then took up the slack on the rope I
had at least a chance of avoiding choking by stretching upwards or even
rising to my feet. Or so I thought! Don quickly disillusioned me of
that idea as he came over to fuck me first, he took me in the mouth
first, forcing his cock deep into my throat, he fucked my throat with
cruel strokes, taking hold of the back of my head he took a step
backwards and I tried to scream as the collar dug into my neck, hardly
a sound escaped past his cock buried in my throat. When he came I was
in climax and gurgling as the collar strangled me. Don moved away and
after a few minutes another took his place, all of them fucking me in
the mouth and all of them dragging me forward so that I choked while
sucking them off. At least they gave me a few minutes each time to
recover a little, last to take me was Bob and although I felt him step
back he somehow held his body forward and for the first time I did not
choke as I sucked off a cock.

For a time I was left to get my wind back, but then it began all over
again, this time they took me in the pussy, fucking me from behind and
pushing me forward so that I would choke, by the time each boy was done
I was hanging limply in his grasp on the verge of unconsciousness.
Thankfully they left me long enough to regain my senses before the next
boy would take me until once again it was my son's turn to fuck me.
Somehow he managed to make it look as though he was pushing me forward
while actually holding me higher and totally relieving the pressure on
my neck, I couldn't fathom why he was going out of his way to ensure I
didn't suffer by choking.

What I thought was to be the last round came as no surprise, each of
them fucked my arse, bending me forward until I was seeing red. Time
after time my senses faded, the blood pounding in my ears as the ever-
greater pressure of the collar digging into my neck drove me to pass
out. And again it was my son who took me last and who also managed to
do it in such a way as to keep the pressure from my neck. When he at
last came deep in my bowels I breathed a sigh of relief. I had no idea
what time it was, but I was sure that it was well past the extended
period I had agreed to so many hours ago.

"Don't get feeling relieved just yet bitch," Cherrie said stepping
forward, the dildo once again strapped to her groin, "now it's my turn!"

I wanted to scream out 'NO!' I wanted it all to stop, but instead I
meekly looked at Cherrie and started begging her to have her way with
me. She looked around as though checking that no-one was watching her,
then held a glass to my lips and I drank the contents even though I
knew that I was ingesting even more of the drug cocktail that had
already made me sexually insatiable. For a moment Cherrie left me
alone, then she was back, the glass gone, but not her evil smile, that
smile chilled me and I looked around the gym in the vain hope of rescue
from some quarter.

"Looking for your precious little motherfucker, bitch?" Cherrie laughed
cruelly, "He's out back helping the guys pack up. When he comes out
here you are going to tell him to leave, you will tell him you want
some time alone with Don and me."

"Oh god no," I wept as my fear grew to panic, "but I was to be freed at
eight thirty, Don said so."

"So he lied." Cherrie grinned, "It's nearly ten now bitch, and you go
free when we're finished with you. Now you gonna tell your fucking son
what I told you to or...?"

She left the threat to my son unspoken, though she knew that I was
aware of what the 'or' was. It had been hard to think with the drugs
coursing through my body keeping me focused on the need for sexual
gratification, but now the latest dose I had been given was starting to
kick in and I was too weak, too defeated to even try to resist them for
even a second. At that moment my son came into the gym from the back
room, he was carrying some boxes and seemed oblivious to my presence,
Cherrie nudged me as he walked across the room.

"Bob," I called out to him trying to sound calm and happy to be in the
position I was in, "when you've done with those can I talk to you for a
minute."

He didn't respond, not even to look in my direction when I spoke,
through the growing haze of lust and fear I felt crushed by this.
Cherrie was chuckling quietly as I knelt there awaiting my son's
return, no words can describe how I felt at having been forced to turn
my own son against me to save his life. Then Bob was back, he came over
to where I was kneeling and looked down at me, though he avoided
meeting my eyes.

"Bob," I said keeping my voice sounding 'happy', "I want a little time
alone with my lovers, Don and Cherrie, would you go home by yourself?
I'll be along later, after ... after I've said goodbye to them."

"Whatever, slut." He sighed.

I wanted to scream out at him to help me, to save me, but instead I
watched him turn and leave without a backward glance and as soon as the
outer doors had closed behind him I broke down and sobbed in despair.
Cherrie laughed at my misery, her fingers twined in my hair and pulled
my head up so that I looking into her cold, cruel eyes.

"How's it feel bitch?" she gloated, "How's it feel to be treated worse
than a lump of shit by your own precious son?"

I couldn't answer her; even the drug-induced passion couldn't penetrate
my wall of despair at that moment.

"Think he gives a fuck about you now?" Cherrie laughed tugging at my
hair.

"No." I whispered through my sobs, "No, not now, not after all this."

"Don't worry dearie," she laughed tapping me on the cheek, "in a few
more minutes that dose I gave you will kick in, then it's you that
won't give a fuck about anything as long as you get fucked."

"Where's the kid?" Don's voice came from across the hall.

"Gone." Cherrie laughed, "Mama sent him home."

"Shit, not again!" Don cursed.

Even the depths of despair could only act as a barrier to the drug
driven lust rising in me for so long, I felt my whole body starting to
burn with the need to be satisfied even as Don came to stand in front
of me.

"Cherrie," he was saying angrily, "don't fucking do a Colchester on me,
I told you then what I'd do if you killed another one!"

"Jesus," she cursed with a touch of fear in her voice, "that was a
fucking accident Don! I won't let his one die, not quite, but she
pissed me off, I want to do her till she begs for mercy."

"Okay, but just remember," Don said menacingly, "she dies and you join
her, I fuckin' mean it Cherrie!"

Cherrie said something that seemed to satisfy Don, by now I could
barely concentrate on anything but the rising tidal wave of lust that I
was drowning in. He turned his attention to me and seemed delighted at
my distress, reaching down he tilted my face so he was looking into my
eyes.

"Was it worth it?" he smirked, "Was it worth all this to save your boy?"

"Yes!" I breathed.

"Well he's safe now," Don laughed, "so you gonna start resisting us now
he's out of reach?"

"No." I whispered.

"Louder slut." he said sharply.

"No," I said a little louder, my mind splintering as the drugs did
their work, "I won't resist you."

"Not in the least?" he laughed loudly.

"Not in the least." I answered realizing with terror that my words were
absolutely true, that I could not resist him or Cherrie, or indeed any
man that commanded me from that point on.

He could see in my eyes that I had come to this realization, his grin
broadened as he held my chin.

"Want Cherrie to play with you a while?" he asked, "Want her to fuck
you almost to death?"

"Yes!" I breathed as a climax washed over me, "Please Don, let her fuck
me, let her fuck me to death!"

"Tempting," he laughed letting go of my chin, "might be nice to watch a
bitch get screwed to death, but I think we'll let you live. Not that
you'll thank us for that. The slut's all yours Cherrie, we'll wait for
you in the bus, you got three hours max, no longer."

With that he walked away and it was only then that I noticed that
everyone else was gone too, only Cherrie and I remained. Inside of me a
part of me was screaming in terror as it watched the sexual beast I had
become, but it was locked away too deep to show, instead I turned my
eyes to Cherrie's cruel face.

"Please Cherrie," I breathed as another climax hit, "please fuck me, I
need it, Cherrie I need to be fucked, fuck me, fuck me fuck MEE!"

Cherrie laughed then lashed out, her hand slapping my face so hard I
nearly fell, the rope tightened and the collar dug into my throat.

"Yes!" I croaked and gasped as I struggled back to my knees, "Beat me!
Fuck me! Hurt me!

She slapped me again laughing as I swayed, choked and struggled back
upright to beg her for more. Reaching to the collar she released the
rope then pulled me to my feet by my hair.

"We'll go back to that later," Cherrie nodded at the dangling
rope, "but first I'm going to hurt you good."

Her hand lashed out in a balled fist hitting me in the gut, gasping I
doubled over then sank to my knees which was where Cherrie had wanted
me. Gasping for breath I begged her for more, the inner me was shocked
at how depraved I had become in such a short space of time, but Cherrie
reveled in it. Forcing me backwards she had me assume a position where
the heels of my shoes were digging into my shoulders, then she squatted
over my face with the dildo pointing at my mouth. Without a word from
her I opened my mouth and gave a gurgling scream as she drove the dildo
into my throat, my whole body bucked in orgasm as she forced herself
down on me with all her weight as though she were trying to drive the
dildo down to me stomach. When she pulled back I groaned with
disappointment, then gurgled in pleasure again as she drove back into
my throat, I became lost in ecstasy as she fucked my throat with
bruising force. Time lost all meaning, only the pleasure that driving
dildo was blasting through me was all that mattered, the bliss of being
taken in this way consumed me and when the dildo suddenly slid from my
mouth I wailed in frustration!

"Stand up slut!" Cherrie's voice commanded as though from a distance.

Trembling with anticipation I struggled to my feet, when she ordered me
to part my legs I did so eagerly.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I screamed in anguish and ecstasy as Cherrie kicked me
in the pussy.

Falling to the floor I lay shuddering and wailing; my body filled with
bursting orgasms that dulled the pain. Then she had me lay back on my
heels again, this time with my legs spread wide, she stood over me as I
looked up at her with eyes that pleaded for her to fuck me, that echoed
the words I was screaming to her. Her foot pressed on my pussy and I
shot into another orgasm, she twisted her foot as though stubbing out a
cigarette and I screamed to her for more as my body bucked and writhed
in pleasure. Her laughter merged with my voice as she knelt down,
pressing a knee to my aching, yearning pussy she reached down to my
nipples and I screamed with pained pleasure as she tried to lift me by
my nipples.

"OH GOD! YES! YES!" I cried out, "PULL THEM HARDER, HARDER ...
EEEEYAHH!"

I almost fainted with pleasure as her knee moved back then crashed into
my pussy, I would never have believed that pain could give so much
pleasure, nor that I would ever get so much pleasure from being hurt so
much!

"See," Cherrie laughed as she ground her knee on me, "I told you you'd
love anything that's done to you! And even when the drug is out of your
system you'll be the same, it fucks you up the way Pavlov fucked up
those dogs! So..." she paused to punch my tits then went on through my
cries, "What do you want now bitch?"

"To be fucked," I begged as my body bucked in rapture, "I need it,
please, please!"

She laughed and repositioned herself between my legs; her hands touched
my bruised pussy lips, caressing them with a gentleness that was as
exciting as it was unexpected. My orgasmic pleasure grew and grew under
her suddenly gentle touch, her fingers soothing away the pain then
slipping into my pussy. Leaning over me Cherrie kissed me on the lips
the way a lover would and I responded eagerly, her other hand moved to
my tits and gently stroked my aching nipples and my rapture just grew
as I groaned, mewled, gasped moaned and cried out the joyous feelings
her gentle touch raised in me. Had my hands been free I would have
enfolded Cherrie in a loving embrace, all I could do was accept her
touches and let her hear my pleasure in my voice. Kissing and licking
her way down my body she took a nipple in her mouth and gently rolled
it on her tongue, sucking softly as she did so, I was in seventh heaven
when she added two more fingers to the one already moving in my pussy.
If I had been possessed with any power of thought I would have wondered
at the girl's suddenly gentleness, would have been concerned that it
was just a lead up to something bad, but I had no power to think such
thoughts. I couldn't even tell anymore if it was the drugs or me that
was responded to the things the girl did to me, but I would have
accepted anything just to keep feeling this rapture!

"EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAA!" I screamed as Cherrie bit into my nipple drawing
blood.

She sat up, her eyes glinting as she watched me writhe in a pain driven
orgasm, her three fingers in my pussy moving faster, driving me to an
even higher peak. Then I felt her little finger slide into me, now she
was pressing four fingers into me, her hand moving quickly and driving
me out of my mind with pleasure.

"YES! OH GOD YES!" I screamed as Cherrie curled her thumb into her palm
and forced her whole hand into me to the wrist.

"Like that do you bitch?" She laughed as she fist fucked me furiously.

"Nnnnnmmmmm, yes," I groaned, "more! Harder! Nnnnnmmmmm!"

And she gave me more, trusting her arm into me until she couldn't force
any more in, and she gave me harder by pulling back then thrusting in
with all her strength! My whole body leaped from the floor in its
ecstasy skewered on her fast moving arm as I cried out for even more!

"NO!" I screamed in anguish as she pulled her arm out of me, "PUT IT
BACK! PUT IT BACK!"

"Shut-up fucking slut!" Cherrie hissed as she began to slap my tits.

Then she was pressing the dildo to my pussy, thrusting into me so hard
that she grunted as our bodies met, with frenzied movements she fucked
me, driving me to ever higher peaks of pleasure that drove my voice
heavenward. Some blissful time later her voice merges with mine as she
ground into my cunt and tensed in orgasm, she seemed to strain against
me for ages before suddenly pulling out of me. Rolling me over with her
foot she ordered me to raise my backside, with my shoulders pressing to
the floor I knelt up eager for whatever she wished to do to me.

"Ooooh!" I moaned ecstatically as she sank the fake prick into my arse.

Then, as she fucked me hard in the arse, Cherrie reached round and dug
her finger nails into my clitoris, my orgasm exploded to a peak, my
body bucking so hard that I almost threw her. On and on she pounded,
her breathing becoming labored as she took me without mercy while I
begged her to keep going even harder!

I must have fainted with pleasure, because I suddenly came back to my
senses with a yearning for something to fill me, I didn't care where,
mouth, cunt, arse, just so long as something was fucking me! Fingers
curled into my hair and I was suddenly jerked to my knees, the dildo,
fresh from my arse was thrust into my mouth and I fervently sucked it
into my throat, cleaning it and fucking it at one and the same time.
When she was satisfied that I had cleaned her toy properly Cherrie
pulled it from me ignoring my cry of disappointment, once again she
used my hair to move me, this time she drew me to my feet and pushed me
towards the dangling rope. Staggering on legs that shook in ecstasy I
went to the rope and stood under it, she had me attach it to my collar
then kneel down, eagerly I obeyed, anything so that she would fill me
with the fake prick again!

"I've only got an hour left bitch," Cherrie crooned as she slapped at
my nipples, "but you're going to think it an eternity."

Suddenly her hands were all over me, caressed, pinching, teasing,
hurting, driving me to ever more powerful orgasms while her laughter
was almost lost in my blissful cries. Then she stopped, just like that,
she stopped and I screamed my pleas for her to go on as I hovered
between one orgasmic peak and another.

"You want me to make you feel good some more?" Cherrie asked in a low
voice.

"Yes! Yes!" I cried out.

"What would you do so that I would do that?" She asked in an even lower
voice.

"Anything!" I breathed eagerly.

"Anything?" she mocked me, "Anything at all?"

"Anything at all!" I gasped as my body burned with lust.

"Even kill your own son?" she whispered.

"Yes!" I groaned as the fires burnt even higher in me, "Even kill my
own son!"

Cherrie laughed loudly at my words, after all I had been through I was
now willing to kill my own son just to feel the joy of being fucked by
her.

"What is he?" she laughed, "What is your son now?"

"A cunt!" I gasped as I tried to squeeze my thighs to bring on the
boiling orgasm I was teetering on the brink of, "A mother-fucking
bastard! Oh please Cherrie, please touch me!"

"All in good time." she laughed, "I'll touch you when you do what I
tell you."

"Anything," I gasped, "just tell me what I have to do!"

She commanded me to lean forward, I did so immediately and the collar
tightened, then she had me stretch one of my legs out backwards.
Teetering on the toe tips of one foot and one knee I felt the collar
crushing into my throat, I could barely breath and yet my body was
moving ever closer to the brink of the impending orgasm.

"Now the other leg," Cherrie breathed licking her lips as though
approaching an orgasm herself, "stretch it out."

I obeyed without hesitation, my breath totally blocked off as my shoe
toes and the collar around my throat took up all my weight. As
impossible as it may seem I felt myself rise to a crashing orgasm even
as my senses began to swim, in the throws of my climax my feet thrust
out and my whole weight was suddenly being taken on my throat. A part
of me felt panic as croaking, gasping, strangled sounds issued from my
mouth as my feet jerked and twitched, at the same time another part of
me was in ecstasy as I sank in waves of bliss. Everything began to
fade, even my pleasure started to dim as I sank towards oblivion, but
just as the point where I felt myself slipping into an abyss my whole
body was jerked upright by a hard cock crashing up into my pussy. A
hand grasped my hair, dragging me back, easing the pressure on my
throat, I took a sharp shuddering breath, then another, and the red
haze lightened a little, the pounding of my blood in my ears dimmed.
Coughing, gasping and wheezing I became more aware of my surroundings
and the blissful feeling of something hard fucking my cunt with
merciless force. I had no breath to cry out, all I could manage were
weak whimpers of pleasure as Cherrie fucked my cunt deliciously,
tirelessly sending me crashing through orgasm after orgasm. Then
Cherrie did what I would have thought impossible given her small
stature, she grasped my thighs in her hands and stood up. As she rose
my weight was supported by her strap-on prick, her arms grasping my
thighs and the collar that was once more crushing my throat.

"Feel good bitch?" she taunted me as my senses started to fade again.

"Mmuumph ... grack!" I gasped as I faded out again with an orgasm
bouncing me and making the collar press even tighter.

For a moment everything faded, a part of me had the thought that 'this
was it, this was how I was going to die', but despite this my body was
fading out in orgasmic bliss. Then my senses crept back, Cherrie had
once more shifted position so that I was no longer being choked, the
dildo hammering away at my cunt and as soon as I had an iota of breath
I was crying out in bliss yet again. Over and over Cherrie fucked me
while I recovered from being strangled, then she'd move our positions,
still fucking me, but now with me in a position in which I was choking.
And all the while, even when I was hovering on the edges of death,
orgasms of such force they left me thoughtless exploded through my
every fiber of being. At one point Cherrie came round in front of me,
she had me kneel then take the dildo in my mouth, with a hard thrust
she buried it in my throat, grasped my head and stepped backwards. I no
longer had the strength to even scrabble for footing and the fake prick
became my only means of support, but it was not enough for Cherrie.
Taking another step backwards she took a firm hold of my head dragging
me with her, ensuring that my lips still pressed to the plastic base of
the dildo. Gurgling I let her to as she would with me, somewhere along
the way I had accepted the fact that this girl would literally fuck me
to death, but there was no meaning to it, the only thing that meant
anything now was the pleasure I got from even the worst of tortures!

"Shit you really are getting off on this!" Cherrie was gasping as I
started to black out.

Before my senses faded completely the dildo was taken from my mouth, I
got a couple of gasping breaths that brought me back from the abyss of
oblivion and then I felt my feet kicked from under me. As I gurgled for
air Cherrie started to fuck my pussy yet again, this time spanking my
buttocks, each blow jerking me in the collar and driving me closer to
oblivion. And throughout all this I was climaxing!

"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY!" Don's voice sounded distantly as I felt
blackness engulfing me.

I gradually came to lying on the floor; the pressure on my throat was
gone, though I could still feel that the collar was in place. Weakly I
tried to move, only to find that my hands were still tied behind me;
writhing and humping I eventually managed to get up on my knees and
waited for whatever was to come next. Gradually I became aware of the
sounds of arguing, Don's voice was raised in anger, in response
Cherrie's voice sounded petulant, I couldn't make out the words through
the pound of blood in my ears. Then there was a sharp crack and a cry,
more sounds of flesh meeting flesh with a cry after each sound.

"Get the fuck out to the bus," I finally managed to make out, "we have
to get the fuck out of here, some bastard heard the bitches screams and
it looks as though he's gone for the law."

Continued in part 4