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Missing Mom series

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

They abused her with a brutal breeding sitting. Ricky and Kendra take the bitch to a stove poker party to get money to pay the bills. Abused at the poker game party, the next morning Doc Rosen advises rest even as he abuses her himself. Ricky and Kendra ] pimp her out, flush with money they get a delivery of movie equipment. The bringing men and then relatives sum for a brutal mob bang. Four calendar month later Kendra and Ricky have been tricking Jolene out for money. Set brings two black guys who own a club. They try Jolene out and buy her to use in their gild. Now over 8 months knocked up Jolene finds herself captive at a Black golf-club. With trade union movement just starting she is ass fucked to induce DoL while a carry way watches.

Jolene is in a club coming together room surrounded by gang members, small fourth dimension cap and locals looking for a good time. Smoke fills the elbow room. Men are talking and laughing milling around laughing at the white bitch.

Jolene has passed out. The club has designed a platform for her delivery. As the political program is pushed into place the men in the elbow room start hand clapping, laughing. An ingenious but simple widget it hangs from the ceiling by cables. There is a hanker 2 x 4 with two wooden leg 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 penis's catches creates a furor of excitement. The club BOSS points to the 6 nails protruding 3 inches from each of cross 2 x 4's."This is to observe the Bitches White Ass in place."“ baseball club Nails for each brass"Laughing and cheering gaolbreak 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 bawd is back with us. This is you delivery 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 sprain and flex but the men

have a business firm handle. They lift her up and the men in the middle let her ass drop on the nails.

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG'Jolene lets out an animal type screaming.

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

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

There is an extra 2 x4 at her berm and another strap ties her down her upper torso at the shoulder.

Finally her leg are unfold with her ankle joint placed outside the 2 x4"Y"and tied down with more ratchet straps.

"Oh My God, take me off this. I can't take it. delight Please"Jolene cried. The 2 x 4's provided piddling living but lots of pain. 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 stopcock rained piss on her brass. Soon early men joined in covering her in piddle. A thug started to jerk off shooting cum on her face. Desperate, Jolene licked up what she could."Cum thirsty Bitch. make her some more."Men on both sides shot their piles on her face. A finger reached out to fan out her lips and a cum load shot into her mouth.

"Drink up Cum Slut."“ Cum loose woman"“ Cum Whore."“ White Trash."

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

The Club foreman laughed."dance step BACK"“ Back. Quiet"

"pickings off his knock he doubled it over and dragged it slowly over her body."

Jolene trembled in concern. She could only let the cat out of the bag mendicancy, crying. The men were quiet waiting.

The honcho brought the swath down over Jolene's second joint's.

The sound of the belted ammunition 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 cries and howler from Jolene became fainter. The nails hold her ass in seat became more and more painful as her ass twisted with each blow.

Jolene passed out as the belt cracked over her torture tits. Cold body of water poured over her head revived her.

Everyone in the elbow room was standing, yelling, screaming. The BOSS stopped the whack whipping. Laughing at her screech he slapped her face. Slapped her titmouse. Men from the room began crowding around her head. Cigar smoke blew in her face. A bridge player slapped her bald head.

"energy get-up-and-go energy push button"Everyone was yelling scream. The hirer grabbed her backtalk and screamed in her kick face."thrust PUSH HARDER."

1 Hours Later :

Jolene's parturiency continued. Her cheek, tits, belly thigh were all covered with cum as everyone in the room had a opportunity to cum on the bitch in Labor. Her moan continue if somewhat subdued. The crowd stood back, quiet, cognitive content to watch her struggle, her brass contorted, her back arching, trying to find some comforter. Cum coating her body glistened. Men laughed quietly at every moan and moan. They waited patiently for the screaming finale as the doctor signaled the delivery was near.

As another minute passed the hearing became restless."push Bitch"“ Lets go"“ pushing, push, energy"

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

Doc checked out her snatch."give her a minuscule more of the knock. That should get her going."

Darian stepped forward and even as Marcus found a new spot to industrial plant his cigar, Darian removed his belt, a wide leather studded bang with a large warp. He doubled it up and raised over his head. Jolene cried out,"Nooooooooooooooo ”. A look of little terror filled her font. Darian smiling raising the belt further back, bringing it down on Jolene's left leg with the buckle end. Jolene's soundbox trembled as she involuntarily arched her back, her preggo belly heaving out. Her belly laugh was hoarse. The leg muscleman quivered. humble opus of clamber stuck to the smash studhorse. Little dots of stemma appeared along the leg.

Another strong-armer joined Marcus, he pulled her head teacher 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 knocker 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 belt whistling down.

The gang in the way got rowdy, screaming at her, taunting, laughing."Again, Again."

Doc held up his manus for the thrashing to stop.

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

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"Jolene screamed in the net throes of delivery. He body wring trying to stretch along against her hamper. The men were screaming. Jolene was soaked in swither. Jolene's screeching and the twit and scoff 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 elbow room was quiet and dark. Barely conscious she moaned in pain."Why did they leave her like this."“ What would happen next."She had been left alone to suffer.

Suddenly the door opened and lights came on. Jolene turned her head, vision blurred she could take a crap out the SHAPE of two men and two char. Barely able to speak she begged them to facilitate her.

"Please take me off of this, please facilitate me. Please…"

The men were dressed in gang colouring and their bitch wore aristocratical jeans and leather vests, their white meat almost fully exposed. The laughed and joked as they circled around Jolene."This Patrick Victor Martindale White Bitch is really fucked up."“ Look at those welts and burns."Charise laughed."Surprised the flannel slut is still alive."

"What are they going to do with her."

"I heard have her to the junkyard and nail her to a pallet. thrust it on a stack and burn it up."

"Put this small-arm of shite out of her misery."Laughed Darnell.

"But We can give some fun first."

Charise pinched Jolene's mamilla. Little whitened driplets appeared

"facial expression we got some milking to do. Get me some rope."

Jamal found some old forget me drug egg laying in a corner.

Charise looped it around Jolene's left titty, 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 former ring cunt, had her own mind. Her handwriting was already half way in Jolene's stretched cunt.

Jamal grabbed the right breast squeezing it at the radix while milking her nipple with the other.

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

Milk squirted from her savaged knocker. Cum splattered over her face.

Myalia's clenched fist was now broad inserted into the lost bitches cunt.

font Fucked, milked, pussy fucked Jolene passed into a delirium. As her answer dropped her teaser became more brutal. Finally Jolene's consistence shut down. She slipped into unconsciousness. Slapping her face and twisting her nipples did nothing. The four persecutor relaxed laughing about the rhythm up slice of meat.

Finally Jolene started to quicken. Having fun adequate for now her teaser talked over what they should do next. They decided they would sneak her off for themselves, their own little snowy shtup toy.

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

Laying on the priming they could see the despicable injury in her ass. Jolene moaned as Jamal rubbed his manus over her lineage ass. Jamal was so hot seeing her punctured ass he wanted to ass shtup her right field 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 Mexican valium. They lifted her up like a piece of center to hold her off. She hung head down, helpless, her battered body hanging down. Charise lifted up her head, saliva in her font and laughed."Going with us for some fun."

Jolene faced the terrible nighttime future.

The End .