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Missing Mom series

Prior : Missing Mom –Hard Labor

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

They abused her with a brutal reproduction session. Ricky and Kendra take the bitch to a Poker Party to get money to pay the banker's bill. Abused at the stove poker party, the next morning Doc Rosen advises rest even as he abuses her himself. Ricky and Kendra ] procurer her out, affluent with money they get a legal transfer of movie equipment. The bringing men and then relatives join for a roughshod mob bang. Four Months later Kendra and Ricky have been tricking Jolene out for money. Seth brings two Black person guys 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 captive at a Black nightspot. With working class just starting she is ass fucked to induce Labor while a packed elbow room watches.

Jolene is in a lodge group meeting room surrounded by bunch members, small meter hoods and topical anesthetic looking for a soundly prison term. gage fills the elbow room. Men are talking and laughing milling around laughing at the white bitch.

Jolene has passed out. The social club has designed a program for her delivery. As the platform is pushed into place the men in the way start clapping, laughing. An clever but simple contraption it hangs from the roof by cable television service. There is a foresighted 2 x 4 with two leg splitting into a"Y ”. Across the bag 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 excitement. The night club BOSS power point to the 6 nails protruding 3 inches from each of hybridization 2 x 4's."This is to keep the Bitches White Ass in place."“ Nine Nails for each cheek"Laughing and cheering break out.

inflammation built as Six men lift the unconscious mind Jolene up to set her on the 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 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 twist around and wrench but the men

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

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG'Jolene lets out an fauna type scream.

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

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

There is an surplus 2 x4 at her shoulder joint and another shoulder 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 ratchet straps.

"Oh My God, take me off this. I can't train it. please Please"Jolene cried. The 2 x 4's provided little support but set of pain. The cop 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 early men joined in covering her in water. A hood started to jerk off shooting cum on her cheek. Desperate, Jolene licked up what she could."Cum hungry Bitch. Give her some more."Men on both sides shot their cargo on her fount. A fingerbreadth reached out to overspread her lips and a cum load shot into her mouth.

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

Men reached out running their hands over her human body. Her beaten-up meat was pinched, twisted, slapped. Jolene screamed. She begged for help, to be taken off the horrendous platform.

The Club BOSS laughed."STEP BACK"“ Back. Quiet"

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

Jolene trembled in care. She could only babble mendicancy, crying. The men were subdued waiting.

The BOSS brought the whack down over Jolene's second joint's.

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

Jolene passed out as the belt cracked over her tortured tits. Cold piddle poured over her head revived her.

Everyone in the room was standing, yelling, screaming. The BOSS stopped the knock whipping. Laughing at her shrieking he slapped her face. Slapped her breast. Men from the elbow room began crowding around her head. Cigar smoke blew in her look. A hand slapped her bald head.

"PUSH pushing button energy"Everyone was yelling screaming. The gaffer grabbed her mouth and screamed in her cunt face."button PUSH HARDER."

1 hr Later :

Jolene's labor continued. Her cheek, tits, belly thigh were all covered with cum as everyone in the room had a luck to cum on the bitch in DoL. Her groans continue if somewhat subdued. The crew stood back, quiet, message to find out her conflict, her fount contorted, her back arching, trying to find some comfort. Cum coating her body glistened. Men laughed quietly at every groan and moan. They waited patiently for the screaming finale as the doctor signaled the livery was near.

As another hour passed the hearing became restless."Push gripe"“ Lashkar-e-Toiba go"“ button, push button, push"

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

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

Darian stepped forward and even as Marcus found a new spot to industrial plant his cigar, Darian removed his rap, a broad leather studded belt with a declamatory buckle. He doubled it up and raised over his question. Jolene cried out,"Nooooooooooooooo ”. A look of brat filled her grimace. Darian smile raising the smash further back, bringing it down on Jolene's left leg with the buckle end. Jolene's organic structure trembled as she involuntarily arched her back, her preggo belly heaving out. Her scream was hoarse. The leg muscles quivered. Small pieces of sputter stuck to the belt studs. Little dots of rake appeared along the leg.

Another thug joined Marcus, he pulled her head up by the fiddling hair left on her shaved headspring so she could see the cigar against her knocker. 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 elbow room got rowdy, screaming at her, taunting, laughing."Again, Again."

Doc held up his hand for the beating to stop.

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

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"Jolene screamed in the final throes of delivery. He body sprain trying to dilute against her bonds. The men were screaming. Jolene was soaked in sweat. Jolene's screams and the taunt and jeer of the me filled the room.

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The obstetrical delivery over, Jolene was still strapped to the"Y"made of 2 x 4's. The room was calm down and glum. Barely conscious she moaned in pain in the neck."Why did they leave her the likes of this."“ What would bechance next."She had been left alone to suffer.

Suddenly the door opened and lights came on. Jolene turned her head, visual sensation blurred she could make out the contour of two men and two women. Barely capable to speak she begged them to help her.

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

The men were dressed in gang people of colour and their beef wore down dungaree and leather undershirt, their breasts almost fully exposed. The laughed and joked as they circled around Jolene."This White squawk is really fucked up."“ looking at at those welts and burns."Charise laughed."Surprised the white adulteress is still alive."

"What are they going to do with her."

"I heard take her to the junkyard and nail her to a pallet. Throw it on a slew and burn up it up."

"Put this composition of diddley out of her misery."Laughed Darnell.

"But We can have some fun first."

Charise pinched Jolene's nipples. Little white driplets appeared

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

Jamal found some old rophy laying in a corner.

Charise looped it around Jolene's left breast, knotting it at the butt 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 kick screamed in pain.

Myalia, the other crew bitch, had her own musical theme. Her handwriting was already half way in Jolene's stretched twat.

Jamal grabbed the veracious breast squeezing it at the base while milking her tit 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 pap. Cum splattered over her face.

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

face Fucked, milked, cunt fucked Jolene passed into a fury. As her reaction dropped her tormenters became more brutal. Finally Jolene's body shut down. She slipped into unconsciousness. Slapping her face and twisting her nipples did nada. The four tormenters relaxed laughing about the beat up piece of meat.

Finally Jolene started to animate. Having fun enough for now her tormentor talked over what they should do next. They decided they would sneak her off for themselves, their own little white shtup toy.

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

egg laying on the reason they could see the ugly wounds in her ass. Jolene moaned as Jamal rubbed his bridge player over her blood ass. Jamal was so hot seeing her punctured ass he wanted to ass piece of ass her right hand there but the others convinced him to wait/

Her mortise joint and wrists were bound with rope and a 2 x 4 was slipped through the ropes. They lifted her up like a piece of nitty-gritty to carry her off. She hung head down, helpless, her battered body hanging down. Charise lifted up her head, spit in her look and laughed."Going with us for some fun."

Jolene faced the unspeakable dark future.

The End .