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Missing Mom serial

Prior : Missing Mom –Hard Labor Department

Ricky kidnapped Jolene and had her at home plate with his lady friend Kendra.

They abused her with a brutal breeding academic term. Ricky and Kendra take the bitch to a salamander Party to get money to pay the bills. Abused at the stove poker political party, the succeeding dawning Doc Rosen advises rest even as he abuses her himself. Ricky and Kendra ] procurer her out, flush with money they get a delivery of moving picture equipment. The deliverance men and then relatives union for a bestial gang smasher. Four Months later Kendra and Ricky have been tricking Jolene out for money. Seth brings two total darkness guys who own a nine. They try Jolene out and buy her to use in their club. Now over 8 month knocked up Jolene finds herself captive at a Black club. With labor just starting she is ass fucked to induce lying-in while a wad room watches.

Jolene is in a club encounter room surrounded by gang members, small time toughie and locals looking for a upright time. dope fills the way. Men are talking and laughing milling around laughing at the white bitch.

Jolene has passed out. The lodge has designed a platform for her rescue. As the chopine is pushed into place the men in the room start applause, laughing. An ingenious but simple contrivance it hangs from the ceiling by cable length. There is a long 2 x 4 with two pegleg splitting into a"Y ”. Across the base of the wye are three 2 x 4's where the bitch's ass will be supported.

What is on the cross member's catches creates a furor of fervor. The lodge gaffer points to the 6 nails protruding 3 in from each of cross 2 x 4's."This is to keep the bitch gabardine Ass in place."“ IX Nails for each impudence"Laughing and cheering falling out out.

Excitement built as Six men lift the unconscious Jolene up to set her on the platform.

Jolene comes to, screaming.

"What are you doing."What is going on."

"Ah, the cyprian is back with us. This is you speech table."

Jolene twists her head to see what he is talking about."NO, you can't put me on that. NO"

Jolene spots the nails."Wait, no, you can't do that. Stop"Jolene tries to worm and release but the men

have a firm grip. They lift her up and the men in the halfway let her ass drop on the nails.

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG'Jolene lets out an fleshly character shriek.

Almost in shock absorber, she is scared to struggle. She is overcome with fear.

A rachet strap is wrapped around below her belly holding her ass tight to the platform.

There is an extra 2 x4 at her shoulders and another strap ties her down her upper physical structure at the shoulder.

Finally her stage are spread with her ankles placed outside the 2 x4"Y"and tied down with more rachet up straps.

"Oh My God, hold me off this. I can't take it. delight Please"Jolene cried. The 2 x 4's provided petty support but lots of hurting. The nails bit into her ass."Take me off. I am thirsty, I need something to drink."

"No, not that."“ No."Jolene could barely cry out as a dick rained pee on her face. Soon early men joined in covering her in piss. A thug started to twitch off shooting cum on her brass. Desperate, Jolene licked up what she could."Cum hungry bitch. ease up her some more."Men on both sides shot their loads on her face. A fingerbreadth reached out to spread out her backtalk and a cum lode shot into her mouth.

"Drink up Cum Slut."“ Cum Slut"“ Cum Whore."“ Andrew D. White Trash."

Men reached out running their hands over her flesh. Her battered core was pinched, twisted, slapped. Jolene screamed. She begged for help, to be taken off the terrible platform.

The order BOSS laughed."STEP BACK"“ cover. Quiet"

"Taking off his whack he doubled it over and dragged it slowly over her body."

Jolene trembled in fear. She could only guggle begging, crying. The men were quiet waiting.

The BOSS brought the belt down over Jolene's thigh's.

The sound of the whang hitting her thighs again echoed through the room. Her already bruised wooden leg became redder and redder. The men yelled and laughed. ‘ Again. Again. Again."The battle cry and screams from Jolene became fainter. The boom handle her ass in seat became Sir Thomas More and more abominable as her ass twisted with each blow.

Jolene passed out as the whack cracked over her rack tits. dusty pee poured over her head revived her.

Everyone in the room was standing, yelling, screaming. The gaffer stopped the whack walloping. Laughing at her screams he slapped her grimace. Slapped her pap. Men from the room began crowding around her promontory. Cigar smoke blew in her human face. A helping hand slapped her bald head.

"button push button PUSH push button"Everyone was yelling screaming. The BOSS grabbed her mouth and screamed in her kick face."thrust PUSH HARDER."

1 hr Later :

Jolene's confinement continued. Her boldness, pap, belly second joint were all covered with cum as everyone in the elbow room had a chance to cum on the kick in Labour Party. Her groan continue if somewhat subdued. The crowd stood back, serenity, depicted object to watch her struggle, her face contorted, her back arching, trying to bump some comfort. Cum coating her body glistened. Men laughed quietly at every moan and moan. They waited patiently for the screaming finale as the Doctor of the Church signaled the delivery was near.

As another hour passed the audience became unsatisfied."button Bitch"“ Lets go"“ pushing, push, push"

There was yelling, cat-calls, taunting. Marcus got up walked over to Jolene. He puffed on his cigar and blew the heater in her typeface. He blew on the cigar and pressed the burning tip against her bruised breast. As she screamed he grabbed her font and screamed."thrust harder or I will put it out on your pussy."

Doc checked out her cunt."springiness her a minuscule more of the belt. That should get her going."

Darian stepped forward and even as Marcus found a new slur to flora his cigar, Darian removed his belt, a encompassing leather studded rap with a expectant warp. He doubled it up and raised over his head. Jolene cried out,"Nooooooooooooooo ”. A look of threat filled her brass. Darian grinning raising the bash further back, bringing it down on Jolene's left leg with the clasp end. Jolene's body trembled as she involuntarily arched her back, her preggo belly heaving out. Her scream was hoarse. The leg muscles quivered. modest pieces of skin stuck to the belt studs. little back breaker of blood appeared along the leg.

Another toughie joined Marcus, he pulled her school principal up by the piddling fuzz left on her shaved school principal so she could see the cigar against her boob. She flinched when the cigar touched her knocker but screamed when he blew on it turning it red. Darian dragged his belt down Jolene's left leg. Again he raised his arm bringing the rap whistling down.

The crowd in the room got rowdy, screaming at her, taunting, laughing."Again, Again."

Doc held up his hand for the licking to stop.

Doc took another look at her twat."It's working, she is going to pop."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"Jolene screamed in the last throe of bringing. He body wrenched trying to extend against her bonds. The men were screaming. Jolene was soaked in effort. Jolene's screams and the taunt and jeers of the me filled the room.

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The delivery over, Jolene was still strapped to the"Y"made of 2 x 4's. The room was tranquility and dark. Barely conscious she moaned in infliction."Why did they leave her care this."“ What would encounter next."She had been left alone to suffer.

Suddenly the room access opened and lights came on. Jolene turned her head, visual sensation blurred she could make out the embodiment of two men and two women. Barely able to speak she begged them to help oneself her.

"Please require me off of this, please help me. Please…"

The men were dressed in gang colors and their bitches wore blue blue jean and leather vests, their knocker almost fully exposed. The laughed and joked as they circled around Jolene."This White bitch is really fucked up."“ face at those welts and burns."Charise laughed."Surprised the white slut is still alive."

"What are they going to do with her."

"I heard admit her to the junkyard and nail her to a pallet. Throw it on a voltaic pile and burn up it up."

"Put this piece of shit out of her misery."Laughed Darnell.

"But We can receive some fun first."

Charise pinched Jolene's nipples. Little white driplets appeared

"Look we got some milking to do. Get me some rope."

Jamal found some old rope laying in a corner.

Charise looped it around Jolene's left bosom, knotting it at the bottom looping it

around pulling as tight as she could leaving the tip of her breast bulging out red.

Jolene who had appeared in semi-conscious stupor jerked up screaming.

Charise began milking Jolene's tit, laughing as the bitch screamed in pain.

Myalia, the other gang bitch, had her own approximation. Her helping hand was already one-half way in Jolene's stretched puss.

Jamal grabbed the right white meat squeezing it at the base while milking her nipple with the other.

Jolene twisted against the roofy holding her to the 2 x 4"s. Darnell was rubbing and slapping his cock against her face.

milk squirted from her savaged nipple. Cum splattered over her face.

Myalia's fist was now wide inserted into the helpless bitches cunt.

typeface Fucked, milked, kitty fucked Jolene passed into a frenzy. As her response dropped her tormenters became more brutal. Finally Jolene's body shut down. She slipped into unconsciousness. Slapping her face and twisting her nipple did goose egg. The four tormenter relaxed laughing about the pulsation up slice of meat.

Finally Jolene started to repair. Having fun adequate for now her tormenter talked over what they should do next. They decided they would sneak her off for themselves, their own little egg white fuck toy.

They hoped she would shit alive it to the old factory where they would hold back her. Jolene was cut off the 2 x 4's.

Laying on the ground they could see the ugly lesion in her ass. Jolene moaned as Jamal rubbed his hand over her blood ass. Jamal was so hot seeing her punctured ass he wanted to ass shag her rightfield there but the others convinced him to wait/

Her ankles and wrists were bound with rope and a 2 x 4 was slipped through the R-2. They lifted her up like a piece of essence to sway her off. She hung head down, helpless, her battered organic structure hanging down. Charise lifted up her head, spit in her typeface and laughed."Going with us for some fun."

Jolene faced the terrible night future.

The End .