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Missing Mom series

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

They abused her with a beastly breeding session. Ricky and Kendra take the bitch to a Poker company to get money to pay the account. Abused at the poker political party, the future morning Doc Rosen advises rest even as he abuses her himself. Ricky and Kendra ] Pimp her out, gush with money they get a pitch of flick equipment. The bringing men and then relatives sum for a roughshod bunch clap. Four month later Kendra and Ricky have been tricking Jolene out for money. Seth brings two lightlessness guy cable who own a club. They try Jolene out and buy her to use in their golf-club. Now over 8 calendar month knocked up Jolene finds herself intent at a Black club. With proletariat just starting she is ass fucked to induce labor while a packed room watches.

Jolene is in a club meeting room surrounded by gang members, small time hoods and locals looking for a good time. Smoke fills the way. Men are talking and laughing milling around laughing at the white bitch.

Jolene has passed out. The club has designed a chopine for her delivery. As the political platform is pushed into place the men in the room kickoff applause, laughing. An clever but simple contraption it hangs from the cap by cable. There is a long 2 x 4 with two leg splitting into a"Y ”. Across the theme of the wye are three 2 x 4's where the bitch's ass will be supported.

What is on the cross member's snap creates a craze of hullabaloo. The club gaffer degree to the 6 nails protruding 3 inches from each of crossbreed 2 x 4's."This is to hold back the Bitches ovalbumin Ass in place."“ Nina from Carolina Nails for each Cheek"Laughing and cheering break out.

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

Jolene comes to, screaming.

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

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

Jolene twists her foreland 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 turn and wrick but the men

have a firm suitcase. They lift her up and the men in the middle let her ass drop-off on the nails.

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG'Jolene lets out an beast eccentric shriek.

Almost in cushion, she is scared to sputter. 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 berm and another shoulder strap ties her down her pep pill consistence at the shoulder.

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

"Oh My God, take me off this. I can't get it. Please Please"Jolene cried. The 2 x 4's provided piddling support but lots of infliction. 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 cock rained piss on her face. Soon other men joined in covering her in piss. A tough started to jerk off shooting cum on her face. Desperate, Jolene licked up what she could."Cum hungry gripe. Give her some more."Men on both English shot their heaps on her face. A fingerbreadth reached out to disperse her lips and a cum load shot into her mouth.

"crapulence up Cum Slut."“ Cum Slut"“ Cum Whore."“ tweed Trash."

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

The Club party boss laughed."STEP BACK"“ Back. Quiet"

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

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

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

The sound of the belt ammunition hitting her thighs again echoed through the elbow room. Her already bruised legs became redder and redder. The men yelled and laughed. ‘ Again. Again. Again."The cries and screams from Jolene became fainter. The sweep through appreciation her ass in plaza became more and more painful as her ass twisted with each blow.

Jolene passed out as the belt cracked over her tortured boob. insensate water poured over her heading revived her.

Everyone in the room was standing, yelling, screaming. The BOSS stopped the belt whipping. Laughing at her screams he slapped her font. Slapped her teat. Men from the room began crowding around her head. Cigar smoke blew in her face. A hand slapped her bald head.

"get-up-and-go push button PUSH push"Everyone was yelling screaming. The BOSS grabbed her mouth and screamed in her squawk face."PUSH push button HARDER."

1 Hours Later :

Jolene's labor continued. Her expression, tits, belly thigh were all covered with cum as everyone in the room had a prospect to cum on the gripe in Labor. Her moan continue if somewhat subdued. The crowd stood back, quiet, content to observe her struggle, her case contorted, her back arching, trying to find out some comfort. Cum coating her consistence glistened. Men laughed quietly at every groan and moan. They waited patiently for the screaming finish as the doctor signaled the livery was near.

As another hour passed the audience became restless."push button Bitch"“ let go"“ Push, push, push"

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 bruised breast. As she screamed he grabbed her boldness and screamed."Push harder or I will put it out on your pussy."

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

Darian stepped forward and even as Marcus found a new maculation to plant his cigar, Darian removed his belt, a wide of the mark leather studded belted ammunition with a with child warp. He doubled it up and raised over his head. Jolene cried out,"Nooooooooooooooo ”. A flavor of terror filled her face. Darian smile raising the belt further back, bringing it down on Jolene's left leg with the crumple end. Jolene's eubstance trembled as she involuntarily arched her back, her preggo belly heaving out. Her riot was hoarse. The leg muscles quivered. Small pieces of sputter stuck to the belt studs. footling dots of blood appeared along the leg.

Another punk joined Marcus, he pulled her heading up by the trivial pilus left on her shaved mind so she could see the cigar against her white meat. She flinched when the cigar touched her breast 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 belt whistling down.

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

Doc held up his hired man for the beating to stop.

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

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"Jolene screamed in the final throes of speech. He body sprain trying to stretch against her hamper. The men were screaming. Jolene was soaked in sweat. Jolene's thigh-slapper and the twit 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 elbow room was quiet and dark. Barely witting she moaned in botheration."Why did they leave her comparable 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 seduce out the flesh of two men and two cleaning woman. Barely able to speak she begged them to help her.

"Please take me off of this, delight avail me. Please…"

The men were dressed in gang colors and their bitches wore blue jeans and leather singlet, their bosom almost fully exposed. The express joy and joked as they circled around Jolene."This White Bitch is really hump up."“ facial expression at those welt and burns."Charise laughed."Surprised the white slut is still alive."

"What are they going to do with her."

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

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

"But We can consume some fun first."

Charise pinched Jolene's nipples. Little whitened driplets appeared

"expression 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 underside 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 semiconsciousness jerked up screaming.

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

Myalia, the former gang squawk, had her own ideas. Her hand was already one-half way in Jolene's stretched pussy.

Jamal grabbed the right breast squeezing it at the groundwork while milking her mamilla with the other.

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

Milk squirted from her crucify bosom. Cum splattered over her brass.

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

Face Fucked, milked, slit fucked Jolene passed into a frenzy. As her reception dropped her teaser became more cruel. Finally Jolene's body shut down. She slipped into unconsciousness. Slapping her cheek and twisting her tit did nil. The four tormentor relaxed laughing about the metre up composition of meat.

Finally Jolene started to revive. Having fun enough for now her persecutor talked over what they should do next. They decided they would sneak her off for themselves, their own fiddling albumen screw toy.

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

Laying on the priming they could see the ugly wounds in her ass. Jolene moaned as Jamal rubbed his script over her blood ass. Jamal was so hot seeing her punctured ass he wanted to ass fuck her rightfulness 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 ropes. They lifted her up like a piece of meat to carry her off. She hung head down, helpless, her battered physical structure hanging down. Charise lifted up her drumhead, spit in her face and laughed."Going with us for some fun."

Jolene faced the fearful darkness future.

The End .