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Missing Mom serial

Prior : Missing Mom –Hard Labor

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

They abused her with a brutish rearing session. Ricky and Kendra take the bitch to a salamander political party to get money to pay the bills. Abused at the poker party, the succeeding aurora Doc Rosen advises rest even as he abuses her himself. Ricky and Kendra ] Pimp her out, flush with money they get a obstetrical delivery of motion picture equipment. The deliverance men and then relatives junction for a brutal ring belt. Four Months later Kendra and Ricky have been tricking Jolene out for money. Seth brings two pitch-dark guys 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 captive at a Joseph Black club. With labor just starting she is ass fucked to induce Labour while a packed elbow room watches.

Jolene is in a clubhouse meeting room surrounded by ring members, small clock time cap and local anaesthetic looking for a expert metre. Smoke fills the room. Men are talking and laughing milling around laughing at the tweed bitch.

Jolene has passed out. The club has designed a platform for her delivery. As the weapons platform is pushed into place the men in the elbow room commencement clapping, laughing. An clever but simple convenience it hangs from the ceiling by cable's length. There is a long 2 x 4 with two branch splitting into a"Y ”. Across the fundament of the wye are three 2 x 4's where the bitch's ass will be supported.

What is on the crisscross penis's snatch creates a craze of excitement. The guild Bos spot to the 6 nails protruding 3 inches from each of crisscross 2 x 4's."This is to keep the Bitches White Ass in place."“ club Nails for each face"Laughing and cheering break out.

hullabaloo 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 whore is back with us. This is you delivery table."

Jolene twists her nous 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 and turn over but the men

have a firm traction. They lift her up and the men in the eye let her ass drop on the nails.

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG'Jolene lets out an animal type shriek.

Almost in cushion, she is scared to fight. She is master with fear.

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

There is an surplus 2 x4 at her shoulders and another shoulder strap ties her down her upper soundbox at the shoulder.

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

"Oh My God, guide me off this. I can't shoot it. Please Please"Jolene cried. The 2 x 4's provided little support but lots of pain sensation. The collar 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 water on her font. Soon former men joined in covering her in piss. A goon started to twitch off shooting cum on her fount. Desperate, Jolene licked up what she could."Cum hungry Bitch. have her some more."Men on both sides shot their loads on her face. A digit reached out to scatter her back talk and a cum onus shooter into her mouth.

"drink up Cum Slut."“ Cum Slut"“ Cum Whore."“ White Trash."

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

The Club BOSS laughed."STEP rear"“ binding. silence"

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

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

The BOSS brought the belted ammunition down over Jolene's thigh's.

The phone of the belt hitting her thighs again echoed through the way. Her already bruised legs became carmine and redder. The men yelled and laughed. ‘ Again. Again. Again."The watchword and thigh-slapper from Jolene became fainter. The nails hold her ass in spot became Thomas More and more awful as her ass twisted with each blow.

Jolene passed out as the bash cracked over her tortured tits. Cold water poured over her head revived her.

Everyone in the room was standing, yelling, screaming. The political boss stopped the belt whipping. Laughing at her screams he slapped her face. Slapped her titmouse. Men from the room began crowding around her pass. Cigar smoke blew in her boldness. A handwriting slapped her bald head.

"PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH"Everyone was yelling screech. The knob grabbed her rima oris and screamed in her kick face."PUSH get-up-and-go HARDER."

1 hr Later :

Jolene's Labor Department continued. Her face, mammilla, belly thighs were all covered with cum as everyone in the room had a prospect to cum on the gripe in Labor. Her groans continue if somewhat subdued. The crew stood back, quiet, mental object to determine her struggle, her expression contorted, her back arching, trying to find some solace. Cum coating her body glistened. Men laughed quietly at every groan and moan. They waited patiently for the screaming closing curtain as the Doctor signaled the manner of speaking was near.

As another hr passed the audience became restless."energy squawk"“ Lets go"“ push button, thrust, push button"

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

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

Darian stepped forward and even as Marcus found a new post to plant his cigar, Darian removed his knock, a astray leather studded belted ammunition with a expectant buckle. He doubled it up and raised over his head. Jolene cried out,"Nooooooooooooooo ”. A look of terror filled her font. Darian smiling raising the whang further back, bringing it down on Jolene's left leg with the crumple end. Jolene's consistence trembled as she involuntarily arched her back, her preggo belly heaving out. Her screech was hoarse. The leg muscles quivered. Small spell of hide stuck to the belt studs. niggling Zen of blood appeared along the leg.

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

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

Doc held up his hand for the licking 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 delivery. He body wrenched trying to stretch against her bail. The men were screaming. Jolene was soaked in sweat. Jolene's screaming and the taunt 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 dour. Barely witting she moaned in pain."Why did they leave her the like this."“ What would find next."She had been left alone to suffer.

Suddenly the threshold opened and lights came on. Jolene turned her chief, vision blurred she could make out the soma of two men and two women. Barely able to verbalise she begged them to serve her.

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

The men were dressed in gang colouring material and their bitches wore blue denim and leather undershirt, their chest almost fully exposed. The laugh and joked as they circled around Jolene."This White beef is really fuck up."“ spirit at those welts 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 pile and sting it up."

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

"But We can have some fun first."

Charise pinched Jolene's nipples. Little white driplets appeared

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

Jamal found some old roofy 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 grogginess jerked up screaming.

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

Myalia, the former work party bitch, had her own idea. Her deal was already half way in Jolene's stretched cunt.

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

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

Milk squirted from her savaged mamilla. Cum splattered over her look.

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

Face Fucked, milked, snatch fucked Jolene passed into a delirium. As her response dropped her tormentor became more vicious. Finally Jolene's body shut down. She slipped into unconsciousness. Slapping her face and twisting her tit did zilch. The four tormentor relaxed laughing about the musical rhythm up art object of meat.

Finally Jolene started to resuscitate. Having fun adequate for now her tormenters talked over what they should do next. They decided they would sneak her off for themselves, their own trivial blank piece of ass toy.

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

Laying on the basis they could see the horrible combat injury in her ass. Jolene moaned as Jamal rubbed his handwriting 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 ankle and wrists were bound with rope and a 2 x 4 was slipped through the rope. They lifted her up like a piece of meat to contain her off. She hung head down, helpless, her battered eubstance hanging down. Charise lifted up her straits, spit in her look and laughed."Going with us for some fun."

Jolene faced the terrible nighttime future.

The End .