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Missing Mom series

Prior : Missing Mom –Hard Labor

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

They abused her with a barbarous breeding session. Ricky and Kendra take the bitch to a stove poker Party to get money to pay the bills. Abused at the poker political party, the adjacent 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 moving picture equipment. The delivery men and then relatives joint for a beastly work party bang. Four Months 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 lodge. Now over 8 months knocked up Jolene finds herself captive at a Black social club. With Labour Party just starting she is ass fucked to make labor while a packed room watches.

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

Jolene has passed out. The lodge has designed a platform for her delivery. As the weapons platform is pushed into place the men in the elbow room start clapping, laughing. An ingenious but simple gizmo it hangs from the ceiling by cable. There is a long 2 x 4 with two legs splitting into a"Y ”. Across the radical of the wye are three 2 x 4's where the kick's ass will be supported.

What is on the cross extremity's catches creates a furor of inflammation. The club foreman points to the 6 nails protruding 3 inches from each of cross 2 x 4's."This is to hold open the Bitches tweed Ass in place."“ Nine Nails for each Cheek"Laughing and cheering faulting out.

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

Jolene comes to, screaming.

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

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

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

Jolene spots the nails."postponement, no, you can't do that. quit"Jolene tries to twist and sour but the men

have a firm grasp. They lift her up and the men in the in-between let her ass free fall on the nails.

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG'Jolene lets out an carnal type scream.

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

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

There is an supererogatory 2 x4 at her shoulders and another strap ties her down her pep pill trunk at the shoulder.

Finally her pegleg are spread with her ankle placed outside the 2 x4"Y"and tied down with more ratchet straps.

"Oh My God, ask me off this. I can't guide it. delight Please"Jolene cried. The 2 x 4's provided little funding but lots of pain sensation. The boom 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 putz rained weewee on her cheek. Soon other men joined in covering her in piss. A thug started to hitch off shooting cum on her typeface. Desperate, Jolene licked up what she could."Cum thirsty Bitch. Give her some more."Men on both side shot their loads on her side. A fingers reached out to distribute her lips and a cum load dig into her mouth.

"Drink up Cum Slut."“ Cum Slut"“ Cum Whore."“ Edward White Trash."

Men reached out running their hands over her pulp. Her battered heart and soul was pinched, twisted, slapped. Jolene screamed. She begged for avail, to be taken off the terrible platform.

The guild gaffer laughed."STEP spine"“ spine. lull"

"Taking off his belt 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 hirer brought the belt down over Jolene's second joint's.

The auditory sensation of the bang hitting her thighs again echoed through the room. Her already bruised branch became ruby-red and redder. The men yelled and laughed. ‘ Again. Again. Again."The cries and screams from Jolene became fainter. The nab appreciation her ass in place became more and more unspeakable as her ass twisted with each blow.

Jolene passed out as the belt cracked over her tortured nipple. common cold water poured over her heading revived her.

Everyone in the room was standing, yelling, screaming. The foreman stopped the smash whipping. Laughing at her screams he slapped her face. Slapped her titty. Men from the way began crowding around her head teacher. Cigar smoke blew in her face. A hand slapped her bald head.

"pushing button PUSH pushing"Everyone was yelling scream. The BOSS grabbed her mouthpiece and screamed in her bitch typeface."PUSH energy HARDER."

1 Hours Later :

Jolene's task continued. Her face, tits, belly thigh were all covered with cum as everyone in the way had a hazard to cum on the bitch in Labor. Her groans continue if somewhat subdued. The crew stood back, tranquilize, content to watch her conflict, her cheek contorted, her back arching, trying to find some comfort. Cum coating her eubstance glistened. Men laughed quietly at every groan and groan. They waited patiently for the screaming finale as the doc signaled the delivery was near.

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

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

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

Darian stepped forward and even as Marcus found a new smudge to plant his cigar, Darian removed his rap, a broad leather studded belt with a declamatory warp. He doubled it up and raised over his head. Jolene cried out,"Nooooooooooooooo ”. A looking of terror filled her face. Darian smile raising the belted ammunition further back, bringing it down on Jolene's left leg with the buckle end. Jolene's consistency trembled as she involuntarily arched her back, her preggo belly heaving out. Her screaming was hoarse. The leg muscular tissue quivered. low pieces of scramble stuck to the belt rivet. picayune dots of blood appeared along the leg.

Another thug joined Marcus, he pulled her head up by the trivial hair's-breadth left on her shaved headland so she could see the cigar against her bosom. She flinched when the cigar touched her breast but screamed when he blew on it turning it red. Darian dragged his whang 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 hand for the beating to stop.

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

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"Jolene screamed in the final throes of speech. He body wrenched trying to stretch against her shackle. The men were screaming. Jolene was soaked in sweat. Jolene's sidesplitter and the taunts 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 quiet and drear. Barely conscious she moaned in pain."Why did they leave her comparable this."“ What would pass next."She had been left alone to suffer.

Suddenly the door opened and igniter came on. Jolene turned her heading, visual sensation blurred she could make water out the shape of two men and two char. Barely capable to speak she begged them to help her.

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

The men were dressed in gang colors and their bitches wore blue jeans and leather vests, their white meat almost fully exposed. The laughed and joked as they circled around Jolene."This White kick is really fucked up."“ Look at those wheal and burns."Charise laughed."Surprised the white hussy is still alive."

"What are they going to do with her."

"I heard take her to the junkyard and nail her to a pallet. shake off it on a cumulus and burn it up."

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

"But We can hold some fun first."

Charise pinched Jolene's teat. Little bloodless 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 tit, knotting it at the bottom looping it

around pulling as compressed 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 squawk screamed in pain.

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

Jamal grabbed the right chest squeezing it at the base 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 pillory tits. Cum splattered over her facial expression.

Myalia's fist was now full inserted into the helpless beef cunt.

Face Fucked, milked, twat 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 expression and twisting her pap did nothing. The four persecutor relaxed laughing about the beat up piece of meat.

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

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

Laying on the ground they could see the unworthy wounds in her ass. Jolene moaned as Jamal rubbed his manus over her blood 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 ankles and radiocarpal joint were bound with rope and a 2 x 4 was slipped through the rope. They lifted her up like a objet d'art of meat to carry her off. She hung head down, helpless, her battered consistency hanging down. Charise lifted up her headway, spit in her font and laughed."Going with us for some fun."

Jolene faced the terrible dark future.

The End .