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Missing Mom serial

Prior : Missing Mom –Hard working class

Ricky kidnapped Jolene and had her at home with his girl Kendra.

They abused her with a brutal breeding session. Ricky and Kendra take the bitch to a Poker Party to get money to pay the bills. Abused at the poker party, the next good morning Doc Rosen advises rest even as he abuses her himself. Ricky and Kendra ] Pimp her out, flush with money they get a legal transfer of movie equipment. The delivery men and then relatives juncture for a roughshod gang bang. Four Months later Kendra and Ricky have been tricking Jolene out for money. Seth brings two black cat who own a club. They try Jolene out and buy her to use in their club. Now over 8 months knocked up Jolene finds herself confined at a lightlessness golf club. With Labour just starting she is ass fucked to induce labor while a packed room watches.

Jolene is in a club coming together elbow room surrounded by ring members, small clock time hoods and local looking for a right time. fastball fills the way. Men are talking and laughing milling around laughing at the white bitch.

Jolene has passed out. The club has designed a platform for her saving. As the political platform is pushed into place the men in the room start clapping, laughing. An ingenious but dim-witted contraption it hangs from the ceiling by cable television. There is a tenacious 2 x 4 with two branch 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 hybridisation member's grab creates a furor of excitement. The order hirer breaker point to the 6 nails protruding 3 in from each of interbreeding 2 x 4's."This is to observe the kick albumen Ass in place."“ club Nails for each brass"Laughing and cheering interruption out.

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

Jolene comes to, screaming.

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

"Ah, the woman of the street is back with us. This is you rescue table."

Jolene twists her principal 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 over"Jolene tries to twist and turn but the men

have a firm hold. They lift her up and the men in the in-between let her ass bead on the nails.

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG'Jolene lets out an carnal character shriek.

Almost in shock, 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 additional 2 x4 at her articulatio humeri and another strap ties her down her upper body at the shoulder.

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

"Oh My God, pack me off this. I can't take it. delight Please"Jolene cried. The 2 x 4's provided short reinforcement but gobs of pain. The nails bit into her ass."Take me off. I am hungry, I need something to drink."

"No, not that."“ No."Jolene could barely cry out as a cock rained pee on her human face. Soon other men joined in covering her in piss. A punk started to jerk off shooting cum on her fount. Desperate, Jolene licked up what she could."Cum athirst Bitch. return her some more."Men on both sides shot their loads on her nerve. A fingerbreadth reached out to pass around her lips and a cum lode snap into her mouth.

"deglutition up Cum Slut."“ Cum slut"“ Cum Whore."“ White Trash."

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

The social club BOSS laughed."footmark binding"“ vertebral column. silence"

"taking off his belt he doubled it over and dragged it slowly over her body."

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

The party boss brought the whack down over Jolene's thigh's.

The sound of the belt hitting her second joint again echoed through the room. Her already bruised legs became redder and redder. The men yelled and laughed. ‘ Again. Again. Again."The shout and riot from Jolene became fainter. The sail through hold her ass in seat became More and more irritating as her ass twisted with each blow.

Jolene passed out as the belt cracked over her tortured tits. Cold water poured over her drumhead revived her.

Everyone in the elbow room was standing, yelling, screaming. The hirer stopped the bash whipping. Laughing at her riot he slapped her expression. Slapped her knocker. Men from the room began crowding around her head. Cigar smoke blew in her face. A hand slapped her bald head.

"pushing push button push button get-up-and-go"Everyone was yelling screaming. The boss grabbed her mouthpiece and screamed in her bitch face."pushing get-up-and-go HARDER."

1 Hours Later :

Jolene's labor continued. Her face, bosom, belly thigh were all covered with cum as everyone in the room had a luck to cum on the bitch in toil. Her moan continue if somewhat subdued. The crowd stood back, lull, content to watch out her battle, her aspect contorted, her back arching, trying to find some consolation. Cum coating her dead body glistened. Men laughed quietly at every groan and moan. They waited patiently for the screaming finale as the physician signaled the delivery was near.

As another hour passed the hearing became restless."push Bitch"“ LET go"“ Push, push button, get-up-and-go"

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

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

Darian stepped forward and even as Marcus found a new spot to plant his cigar, Darian removed his belt, a wide leather studded belt ammunition with a great buckle. He doubled it up and raised over his head. Jolene cried out,"Nooooooooooooooo ”. A look of threat filled her face. Darian smiling raising the belt further back, bringing it down on Jolene's left leg with the buckle end. Jolene's body trembled as she involuntarily arched her back, her preggo belly heaving out. Her scream was hoarse. The leg muscularity quivered. Small objet d'art of skin stuck to the belt studs. Little Zen of descent appeared along the leg.

Another thug joined Marcus, he pulled her psyche up by the little hair left on her shaved head so she could see the cigar against her breast. She flinched when the cigar touched her chest but screamed when he blew on it turning it red. Darian dragged his belt ammunition down Jolene's left leg. Again he raised his arm bringing the whang whistling down.

The bunch in the way got yob, screaming at her, taunting, laughing."Again, Again."

Doc held up his hand for the beating to stop.

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

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"Jolene screamed in the final throes of delivery. He body wrick trying to stretch against her shackle. The men were screaming. Jolene was soaked in travail. Jolene's screams and the taunting and jeers of the me filled the room.

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The rescue over, Jolene was still strapped to the"Y"made of 2 x 4's. The elbow room was calm and dark. Barely witting she moaned in pain."Why did they leave her the likes of this."“ What would befall next."She had been left alone to suffer.

Suddenly the door opened and Inner Light came on. Jolene turned her drumhead, vision blurred she could make out the form of two men and two women. Barely able to speak she begged them to serve her.

"Please make me off of this, delight help me. Please…"

The men were dressed in gang colors and their beef wore dispirited jeans and leather vests, their breasts almost fully exposed. The laughed and joked as they circled around Jolene."This White Bitch is really eff up."“ Look at those welts and burns."Charise laughed."Surprised the white slovenly woman is still alive."

"What are they going to do with her."

"I heard get her to the junkyard and nail her to a palette. Throw it on a peck and burn up it up."

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

"But We can hold some fun first."

Charise pinched Jolene's teat. niggling 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 knocker, knotting it at the bottomland 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 stupefaction jerked up screaming.

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

Myalia, the other gang bitch, had her own estimate. Her hand was already half way in Jolene's stretched cunt.

Jamal grabbed the decently bosom squeezing it at the base while milking her pap with the other.

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

Milk squirted from her savaged tits. Cum splattered over her aspect.

Myalia's fist was now replete inserted into the incapacitated gripe cunt.

Face Fucked, milked, pussy fucked Jolene passed into a frenzy. As her response dropped her teaser became more brutish. Finally Jolene's torso shut down. She slipped into unconsciousness. Slapping her cheek and twisting her nipples did nada. The four persecutor relaxed laughing about the beat up firearm of meat.

Finally Jolene started to revive. Having fun plenty for now her tormenters talked over what they should do next. They decided they would sneak her off for themselves, their own slight white fuck toy.

They hoped she would ready alive it to the old manufactory where they would keep open her. Jolene was cut off the 2 x 4's.

Laying on the flat coat they could see the surly wound in her ass. Jolene moaned as Jamal rubbed his hand over her origin ass. Jamal was so hot seeing her punctured ass he wanted to ass fuck her right there but the others convinced him to wait/

Her articulatio talocruralis and wrists were bound with rope and a 2 x 4 was slipped through the ropes. They lifted her up like a piece of meat to carry her off. She hung head down, helpless, her battered body hanging down. Charise lifted up her head, spitting in her facial expression and laughed."Going with us for some fun."

Jolene faced the painful darkness future.

The End .