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A few notes up front: While this story is about a black mother and daughter being attacked: It is only so to try to add variety to the old theme guys fuck mom and daughter.

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THE R GROUP—The Second Job

By Throatdagger

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Chapter 1

Let me introduce myself. I am Harry and my buddy is Joe. A little while back we started a business as second jobs. We rape and humiliate women for clients. As part of the deal we video tape the episode and provide our clients an edited version for their viewing pleasure. This time we have been hired by an ex-husband who was thoroughly pissed at being nagged for more alimony and child support. We had received the down payment and the stipulations. The daughter was not to be hurt but he wanted his ex to be abused and humiliated to the max without killing her.

We decided to take mom and daughter to our shop which we had set up in an old warehouse district of town. We had equipped our facility with items that we acquired through several surplus equipment sales using fake names and we always paid with cash. The area around our shop was completely deserted on the weekend. The building we had rented was large enough to pull our van inside. We had set up a fake woodworking shop if anyone did come snooping around. Our play rooms were hidden behind stacks of lumber and cardboard boxes. We had of course had made sure they were completely soundproof.

We parked our car at a mall and walked to the victim’s house a block away just before they arrived home Friday afternoon. We used the key the ex-husband provide us to enter the front door. Once inside Joe unplugged the garage door opener while I went out the back door and using a pry-bar forced the door open to give an appearance of a break-in. Now it was time to wait.

In about fifteen minutes, the car pulls into the drive way. We carefully watched as the mother tried the garage door opener. After several tries the daughter who was about eighteen gets out of car with keys in hand. Evidently the mom decided to send dear daughter through the house to open the garage from inside. I waited in the kitchen while Joe was in the hallway. The kid came in the door and quickly proceeded toward the kitchen and the entrance to the garage. As soon as she entered the kitchen I grabbed her putting a chloroform soaked rag over her mouth and nose. Joe quickly entered showing her the knife while telling her “Hold still and don’t fight. We won’t hurt you.” In a couple of seconds she went limp in my arms. I hurriedly carried her into the garage then Joe and I waited for our victim. About two minutes later the front door again opened and the mother entered inquiring to her as to what the problem was. With no answer she made her way unsuspecting as to what was lurking to the kitchen. As she entered the kitchen I quickly tackled her knocking her to the floor. Startled she started to struggle but when Joe produced his shinny knife she froze in terror. She cried “where’s my baby” to which we answered “nap time” and swiftly chloroformed her.

With both out for a nice nap, we gagged them and secured their hands and feet with shortened handcuffs. With both our captives out cold, we plugged to garage door opener back in, raised the door and pulled mom’s car into the garage. We closed the door and loaded our cargo into the trunk of the car. We then made the getaway to our shop. When we arrived at our hide away, we pulled the car inside and secured the doors. Moving swiftly, we carried our two captives into our holding room. Removing the cuffs from the kid, we firmly secured her to a cot which was bolted to the floor. We wanted to make sure she couldn’t get loose but we didn’t want to hurt her either. We removed the cuffs from the mom’s ankles but attached a hook that was attached to a rope over a pulley in the ceiling to the ones on her wrist. As we tightened the rope the mom was suspended with her arms tightly stretched above her body and her toes barely touching the floor. Joe and I then relaxed waiting for the sleeping beauties to awake.

The daughter awoke first and started squirming on her cot. Joe again showed her the knife and assured her that “if you’re a good girl and just lay still we won’t hurt you.” When she noticed mommy hanging from the ceiling like a side of meat, she again started to twist. Joe reminded her of what he had just said adding “fighting will just get your mom in more trouble.” With those words the daughter again calmed down.

Mom was now starting to awaken. As she became aware of her situation, she began to try to scream through her gag as she stretched on her toes to alleviate the pain in her arms and wrists. Our captives were both magnificent specimens of black womanhood. The daughter was about 5’5” and 110 pounds with short black hair. She had about 34C boobs and a shapely ass that filled her tight designer jeans. Mom who was 35 years old stood 5’9’ and weighed 135 pounds. She had shoulder length black hair. Her 40DD breast pressed against the light blue dress that rode well above her knees exposing the bottom lacy trim of a white slip. Her legs were nylon covered with expensive high heel shoes on her feet.

We instructed both of them to “Just settle down. Do as we tell you and you’ll both live. We are just going to have some fun. The room is sound proof so we are going to take the gags. If either of you scream you will both be punished. When we ask you a question you had better answer quickly and honestly. Any attempt at resisting or escaping will mean sever consequences. Do you understand?” They both nodded their heads yes. I removed the gag from the daughter’s mouth while Joe took the one out of the mother. As the mother began to gasp for more air she also pleaded “I’ll do whatever you say. Just leave my daughter alone. PLEASE! I beg you leave her alone!” Joe said “It sounds like let’s make a deal” Little did the stupid bitch know that we had no real intentions of hurting her precious kid. Joe slowly lowered the roping stretching mom’s arms up. “Keep your arms down in front of you.” Joe demanded. “What are your names?” I inquired. When there was no immediate response, I grabbed a ping pong paddle and gave mom a swift hard whap to her ass. As she jumped, I reminded her of the rules. She quickly replied “My name is Susana and her name is Shawna. Please don’t do this!” “Just what do you think we are planning?” I asked. She just began to cry as the daughter sobbed. “Now mommy, Shawna doesn’t have to get hurt if you cooperate and comply completely with our demands. Do we have a deal?” She meekly nodded her head yes. “Do you want to comply here or someplace else?” I asked. She quietly said someplace else. “Ok. We have a special room. Do you know what we call it? We call it the RAPE ROOM. Guess what happens there.” I amused. Shawna twisted on her cot at hearing what was going to happen to her mommy. Susana held her head low in resignation of what her fate. I instructed her to follow me. Stopping just before the doorway I told her “Be polite and tell you daughter where you’re going.” She openly sobbed as she meekly mumbled “the rape room”. I yelled “Louder she didn’t hear you” to which she complied by saying loudly “the rape room” before breaking down in tears. Joe gave a hard slap on the ass and pushed her forward through the doorway.

She followed me down the hall as Joe securely locked the door behind us. As we entered her room of torment she again pleaded “Please don’t do this. Just let us go.” That made Joe and I both laugh. As Joe secured the door to our entertainment room, mommy looked around. There was an open area with some mats leaned against the wall. A large curtain separated the area from the rest of the room. I informed her “No one can hear us in here. You cannot get out unless we let you out. Remember Shawna’s fate depends entirely on you. Now turn around so my friend can release you hands.”

She slowly turned and held her hands out for Joe to release her cuffs. Once released; she rubbed her wrist trying to regain circulation. As the feeling came back to her hands, she began to reach behind her back commenting “I guess you want my clothes off. It probably wouldn’t be enough to pull my dress up and remove the lower garments.” Joe and I both busted out laughing. I remarked “You don’t really thing you are going to get by with a quick dick to the pussy; do you? We intend to completely and I do mean completely use you. You’re nothing but a black ho; and you are going to get treated like one. If you want that sweet ass daughter of yours left alone, you had better hump like her life depends on it because it does. Do I make myself clear? Now turn around and face my buddy so he can rip that fussy dress off your ho body.”

Slowly she turned to face Joe. Joe said “I’ve got a better idea. Let’s make her strip that way we’ll have the dress for her to clean up with when we get done and she can wear it home. That will let her daughter see what happens to bitch whores like her mother.” With that Joe ordered her to get the dress off. With trembling hands she reaches behind her back to unhook the top and then slowly unzipped the back. Letting the top slide forward down her arms then reluctantly let the dress fall down around her feet. “Get that damn slip down too.” Joe commanded. We both gazed at her gigantic boobs being held tightly against her chest. “Shit look at the size of those milk bags. Now get that double barrel sling shot off.” I drooled. With total embarrassment she unhooked the gigantic tit holder letting it fall to the floor in front of her. I proceeded in back of her reaching around I began mauling the humongous breasts. I instructed her to stand up straight then reach around and get my dick out. She complied while still weeping at her predicament. Once she had my tool free, I whispered to start getting it even harder than it already was. When I was completely stiff I told her to keep her hands behind her back, turn around, bend over and start sucking me off. She openly began to cry so I twisted her right nipple hard. She let out a loud yelp as she finally complied. Joe said “What a shame to only be using half.” With that he yanked her pantyhose and panties down together midway above her knees. Quickly producing his knife, he easily slit the garments in two with one slice. Kicking her ankles apart he freed his 10 inch cock jamming it up her pussy without warning. Her attempt to lurch upright was prevented by my firm grip on the back of her head. Joe reached down and grabbed a tit in each hand using them as hand holds to deepen his thrusts.

She was being forced to take deep strokes both in her mouth and her swaying pussy. Joe grunted as he neared ejaculation time. With a sharp lunge forward that nearly picked her off the floor he spewed his load deep inside her abused hole. As soon as he withdrew I ordered her to “Get on you knees: now!” As she dropped to her knees with my 9 inch rod still lodged in her mouth, Joe kept her hands firmly behind her back. I held her head while making deep jabs till her lips were smacking hard against my balls. With one brutal lunge, I began dumping my load deep in her throat. “Swallow bitch. You had better swallow every drop or I’ll tear the cute daughter of yours in half.” Trying to twist her head to get a breath of air, she began swallowing my load as well as all the shit she had gagged up. I withdrew my empty tool from her mouth but I held her mouth firm closed till she had managed to choke everything down. Once I was sure she had completely swallowed, I released by grip. She immediately began gasping for air as she knelt completely humiliated and degraded in front of us.

Once she had adequately regained her breath she asked in a disgustingly tone “Satisfied?” Laughing Joe replied “Honey we haven’t even started. Get your black ass up. Get your shoes off so you can get those ripped rags off your legs. Then put those shoes back on. There is nothing like high heels to stretch those legs and tighten that ass of yours.” She spat “You bastards. I’ll hope you rot in hell.” Slapping her mouth hard I growled “Oh we probably will go to hell but bitch you hell is now and here. From now on you will call us by respectful titles. You’ll call me Master H and him Master J. Do you understand slave. If you don’t we are going to rape you right in half! Not do what you were told and fast. Or do we have to go amuse ourselves with your daughter till you get your sorry as ready?” “No I’ll get ready” she hurriedly responded.

She quickly pulled her shoes off and removed the tattered halves of her panties and pantyhose. Putting her shoes back on, she quickly stood so we could admire the tight muscles of her legs and her firm ass. “I think we have neglected those boobs for a while. We don’t want them to get lonely?” I asked Joe. “Put your hands on the back of your neck and start jumping up and down. Every ten jumps stop bend over and swing your chest in a circle that we think those jugs are going to twist off. When we tell you to stop swinging, grab your nipple, pull down real hard then when it’s jumping time you keep those boobs pulled out by holding the nipples. Turn around and face the door while you’re jumping.

It was hilarious watching her brutalize her own body. While her attention was side tracked, I pulled the curtain aside revealing the rest of the room. After several minutes of self tit torture we told her to stop. Joe then grabbed her left arm spinning her facing the newly revealed area. Upon seeing what was in store for her she fell to her knees pleading and sobbing. We had assemble a varied of exercise equipment which we were confident would display her body in very desirable and susceptible positions for our unfettered use. Our crowning acquisition was a medical obstetrical –gynecological exam table complete with stirrups. Joe and I dragged her crying a kicking body to the end of the table. After adjusting the stirrups to their up and wide apart position, Joe announced “I think you know what to do. Get in position on the table and be quick about it.” She sat sobbing on the floor. I said “I’ll bet the daughter knows the position. Let’s get her.” “No.” She shouted as she stood and moved to sit on the end of table. She lay back with her feet dangling off the end. “Get your feet in position and then get you damn ass pulled to the end till it’s hanging over. I’ve tired of fooling with you.” I shouted. She moved into position as ordered. Joe began strapping her right ankle in position as I did the left. We then moved to strap her arms to the sides of the table while pulling them tight toward the end. We wanted to keep her hips hung over the end. Once she was secured, Joe and I let her get use to her position while we retrieved a large tray of tools.

We moved a stand into position at the foot of the exam table. Putting our tray of tools on the stand, we were ready to begin again even though I’m sure Susana would prefer waiting much longer. We had been very fortunate in our acquisition of tools. We assemble a variety of both dental and medical tools. Even though our room was soundproof we thought it would add more discomfort if mommy was gagged. For this situation we a large dental gag which held the mouth extremely wide open not only preventing unnecessary noise but unfettered access for anything we wanted in her mouth. Mommy did require a good deal of prodding before accepting our device. Putting a firm pressure on her neck while also clamping her nose, convinced her it was wise to “open wide”. With the device strapped in place it was a simple matter of adjusting it to the full open position.

We were ready to continue with our adventure. Moving to the side of the table, Joe explained what she could expect. “We are going to thoroughly explore your female organs then we going to work on that ass and anal canal. You can’t stop this so just relax.” She was crying profusely as I began. As I inserted two fingers into her pussy, she began shaking her head side to side while trying to talk. Joe asked “Do you want to say something? Smirking I said “She probably trying to say that two isn’t enough. I don’t want her stretched too much right away. Ah, what the hell!” As I jammed three fingers into her unsuspecting pussy, she jerked in an attempt to avoid the probing. After about two minutes of finger pumping it was time to get her ready for some real action. Through our research on the internet we had discovered a “sensational” product. Taking two syringes from the tray, I handed one to Joe. As I began to give Susana several small injections around the inner walls of her pussy pinkish area, Joe held her chest tight against the table with his elbow. Grapping her left breast and squeezing the nipple tight, he injected half a syringe dose into the nipple end. Susana was twisting wildly on the table. I went to help Joe deliver the injection into the right nipple. As we massaged her breast so that the serum wouldn’t leak out, she calmed down gasping for air through her gapping mouth. I returned to the end of the table. With a quick stroke my manhood returned to full attention. With a single swift push, I sank my rod completely into her waiting womanhood. I began a slow rhythm which again caused her body to twist in an attempt to escape. Her sensations were increased 20 times due to the injections. I told her “Quit fighting. Pull you ass down more and start arching you back. You are going to fuck like your life depends on it because it does.” She slid down more and started arching her back to meet my thrust. As I increased my pounding she soon was fucking so hard the table was vibrating. Meanwhile Joe had quietly slipped next door to check on Shawna.

When Joe entered the room the daughter immediately turned her head away to avoid seeing his naked body. Approaching he said “I thought I had better check on you. I figured you might want to watch TV to pass the time.” With that he turned on the set. As the picture brightened it was showing the scene in the next room. It showed mommy bucking to accept the fucking now in full action. “Look it’s the show ‘As Mommy Fucks’” he said laughing aloud. “Turn your fucking head and watch. We will have a quiz later and you wouldn’t want to flunk. Now let me make you more comfortable.” He smirked as he shoved her firmly down on the mattress. Reaching down he undid the snap and zipper on her jeans opening them to see her bright pink panties. “Pink panties, I wonder if you have a bra to match?” he quizzed as he unbuttoned her shirt. Tossing the open shirt front to each side exposing her chest, he said in disappointment “Nope only white. Wouldn’t mommy buy you a matching set or you are too modest and didn’t want to show tits through that shirt? Now turn and watch the TV. If I come in and you’re not, I’ll take every stitch off you. Do you understand?” She nodded her head yes. Joe turned and left the room. As Joe entered the room where I was, I had just finished dumping a big load of baby juice into mommy. “What have you been up to?” I inquired. “OH I just went to make sure daughter dearest was comfortable and turn on the TV.” Joe responded. I grinned widely since I knew what was showing on the boob tube.

It was Joe’s turn with mom. He approached the table. He released her wrists telling her to put her arms above her head. Grabbing her hair he raised her head and put a hard pillow beneath it. Climbing on top of the table he moved astraddle mom’s stomach. He proudly announced “It’s time for good old fashioned tit fucking. Now take your hands and shove those melons together. I want a nice tight tunnel to use. You’re going to stare right at my dick head. Keep those boobs tight and those eyes wide. Got that?” When she moved to put her boobs together, she realized how sensitive the injections had made them. Joe moved so that when he thrust forward his balls would shove against her tightly squeezed melons. With quivering hands she kept her breast in place to receive the onslaught of pounding. She began to moan and raise her chest to meet Joe’s fucking. Joe slapped and pinched her nipple which mad her buck like a rodeo bull. While she was occupied up top, I move to administer the final set of injections. Taking the syringe from the tray, I gently pulled her hips apart to get an unimpeded path to her ass hole. I carefully injected the folds around her hole trying no to disturb them.

I had just finished when Joe slammed her breast together and with a tremendous thrust shot his load over her chin into her wide open mouth. With the first splatter she tried to twist her head, but Joe gabbed two handfuls of hair yanking her head closer to his spewing fountain. The sticky fluid was filling her mouth as well as covering her face. She was choking trying to breathe and swallow at the same time. Finishing, Joe wiped his spent dick on her tits. As Joe dismounted, I removed an instrument from the tray for our next procedure. We were going to measure her capacity. First we would insert a long object about an inch and half in diameter to measure the depth. As I inserted the device she began to violently squirm. I told her “Go ahead and squirm. It will only make it more fun for me and harder on you. If you fight too much I’ll shove all twenty inches in you.” As I probed deeper moving the rod around to find her deepest position, she would raise her hands up as to say stop when I had hit the limit. Withdrawing the rod I measured a maximum depth of 15 inches. “Damn I said. I always heard these black whores were built to take big dicks. Shit Joe, we are not even starting to tickle her innards. Now we have her depth, let’s check the tunnel opening.” Laying the rod back on the table I picked up the large spectrum and slowly slid it into place. It was the type that a ratchet action capable opening her to a good seven inch diameter. As I slowly squeezed the handle spreading her open with each motion, she began to squirm and swat at my hands. “You had better just lay still and relax if you don’t want ripped apart.” Joe said. After each squeeze I paused to slightly turn the device giving her time to adjust to the pressure. After all it wouldn’t be as much fun if she ripped open instead of being stretched.

Removing the device I as amazed the extent to which she remained gaped open. I could resist temptation I quickly inserted my hand into her uterus. As she twisted and trashed about I reminded her “Lie still. I’m just going to feel around a little before wrist fucking you. If you fight, I’ll rip your innards out.” She quieted down only letting soft gasp as I moved my hands around feeling of inner parts. When I was quite satisfied I pulled my arm part way out then started wrist fucking her hard and fast. She tried to sit upright but Joe held her shoulders. Joe told her “Start bucking the hips. As he shoves in you shove down. Arch that back till that ass is 6 inches in the air. I want to hear that ass sound like a drum hitting the table. Now get with it!” I guess the injections were still working. She started bucking and pushing so hard I thought I had hold of a jackhammer. My wrist was actually starting to hurt from her thrashing. All of a sudden she arched her back till her ass was a foot off the table. Then letting out a scream through her open mouth, she collapsed on the table. I slowly withdrew my fist. I couldn’t believe the show she had just put on. And to think it was captured on video and her daughter seen it on TV.

We released the straps holding Susana’s feet in the stirrups and ordered her to stand up. We led her to another table where she was told to bend forward flat on her stomach. We then stretch her arms out and secured them to rings on the floor. Looping a strap over her back and tightening it thus securely holding tight to the table. Joe had sufficiently regained the starch in his rod for another turn. Moving directly behind Susana he ordered her to spread her legs wide apart. She moved her legs too slowly to suit Joe so he applied a few hard well placed swats with a paddle to he hips as he yelled “Get those fucking legs apart!” She had decided the compliance was better than further resistance. She spread her legs wide apart. Joe stepping forward shoved her ass checks apart just before making a brutal lunge into her anal canal. She jerked so hard that I thought the table would be ripped from the floor. Joe began thrusting in and out of her sensitized ass. He grabbed her hair pulling her head back as far as the straps would allow. I was afraid Susana was going to be bald headed by the time Joe finished. After a few minutes, Joe shot his load deep into her bowels. I was so turned on by the event; I shoved Joe out of the way and mounted her as like she was a bitch dog in heat. I went after her ass like my dick was a rivet gun. Grabbing her shoulders for leverage I made my final ram burying my cock up to my balls. I could feel my load filling her anal canal completely. Withdrawing; I expected her to shit like she just had an enema but instead cum trickled down her outstretched thighs. Joe and I both stood and admired our handiwork making sure the cameras were capturing the moment. We let the dear mom catch her breath while we prepared her next adventure.

We had assembled various diameters of plastic pipe to which we could attach an appropriate size knob in the shape of a dick head. Referring to the measurements taken during our size determination; we chose the 4 inch diameter pipe for the vagina and a 2 inch diameter the anus. Each pipe was fitted with an appropriate head; then attached to our exercise bike. The pipes ran through holes in the seat down to an offset sprocket. Thus when one pipe was extending the other would be retracting. The exercise bike had been also modified with a brace up from the back which would the person completely upright and immobile. We had also fitted the handle bars which move alternately back and forward with adjustable cables than would be attached to clamps secured around Susana’s breasts. This would alternate pulling her left and right breast tight as the bike ran. It was time to fit Susana to her bike. Releasing her from the table, we moved her backward until her forehead rested on the table end. While Joe held her firmly one the table, I fitted a clamp snuggly around each of her breast. I tightened the clamps sufficiently to prevent them from pulling off. With a hard pull I double checked the clamps. They were good to go. Leading our fatigued victim to the bike we carefully strapped her back and head into position. We then strapped each foot to a pedal. The next step was to correctly position our two knobs. As she squirmed on the seat, we penetrated her vagina with the first knob. Then to her utmost discomfort the second knob was place inside her anal canal. Turning the pedals we attached the vagina pipe to penetrate 14 inches. That would allow for an inch of clearance. As we turned the pedal once again; the pipe rose inserting itself. When the pipe was fully extended we then attached the anal pipe for a 10 inch extension. The way Susana was squirming on the bike I was glad we had got an extra heavy duty one and used large bolts to secure it to the floor.

The next step was attaching the handle bar cables to the breast clamps. We pulled the left cable tight fully extending her left breast. Then we adjusted the other cable so it would pull her right breast tight when the handle bar was forward. It was time for her workout to begin. Joe turned the variable speed control on. It was unbelievable. She was in absolute and total torment. As her legs rose and fell her breast was out stretched to the full extent. Any tighter we would have probably pulled her breast off her chest. The pipes were pumping in and out. This even better than we had hoped. All she could do was scream through her wide open mouth and cry crocodile tears. We watched for a few minutes making sure we were capturing this moment on tape. Joe and I discussed our options. We could be ethical and honorable and leave the daughter alone or we could see what Shawna was willing to do to help her sweet mom. Ah what he shit; being ethical isn’t any fun! Before proceeding to the holding room, we turned on the TV that was positioned in front of the bike. We first selected the channel mom was on. I think she was to busy exercising to realize her experience was being captured on tape. We then selected the daughter’s channel. That quickly got Susana’s attention. . Shawna’s twisting had caused her pants to fall to around her ankles while her shirt was wadded behind her back. She for all extent was only in her underwear. She twisted to glare at us while inaudible words came from her gaping mouth. Joe said “Happy viewing” as we left to continue our pleasure.

We entered our holding room to see the daughter starring intently at the TV. Her bra clad breast bounced as she squirmed on the cit. Her belly rose and fell with each tug on her bound feet. She seemed startled at our sudden reappearance. “Did we startle you? Are you enjoying the show?” Joe inquired. She didn’t reply. Joe swatted her abdomen with the paddle reminding her that the rule was to answer honestly and quickly. “Please quit hurting my mother. Please don’t.” She replied. “Well now maybe you are willing to help dear mom.” I asked. “I’ll let you have sex with me. But please don’t use any objects; I’m not big enough to handle that.” She offered. “Have you had sex before? And if so, what ways, how many time and with who?” I quizzed. “I’ve had sex with my mouth and my vagina. It was several times a week with my dad. That is why mom divorced dad. It went on for about a year when I was 14.” She said as she began to weep. “So dad was dipping you; did he ever fuck you ass?” I asked looking at Joe with amusement. “No. He tried one time, but it hurt too much so he didn’t put it in that far.

Please stop hurting mom. I’ll do what you want. All that I ask is that you are easy with me and turn off the machine mom is on.” She said. “we are going to leave the machine on while we do the first round with you. First, I’m going to release you hands. I want you to sit up, take you shirt the rest of the way off, and then remove you bra. Next keep sitting up and hold your breast out. We are going to squeeze the boobs and suck hard on you nipples. Sit with your head back and enjoy. When we are done with your tits, you will lie down, arch your hips up in the air and pull you panties down to your knees.” I instructed. She nodded her head yes. I removed the cuffs securing her wrists. She then pushed herself upright. Sitting she slid her shirt off her arms and dropped it on the floor next she reached behind her back and released the clasps holding her bra. As she slid her bra down her arms her magnificent boobs fell free. Dropping her bra on top of the discarded shirt; she squirmed to maintain her balance. With her head hung in despair, she slid a hand under each breast then slowly raised them up and away from her chest. Tilting her head back she said “Just hurry and get this over with.”

Joe and I were willing to hurry and start but we weren’t going to be in a hurry to finish. Joe and I each took a breast. Joe the left and I took the right. As we mauled her soft firm boobs she stared at the ceiling with weeping eyes. As we tugged and manipulated her luscious boobs, her nipple grew to taut brown projections. Soft groans began emulating from her mouth. “Damn I think she is getting into this. I see why dad put the wood to her.” Joe remarked. Joe and I moved our mouths over her nipples. If they had stuck out further, I think they would have shot right off her boobs or would have ripped open. As we sucked first softly then with increase intensity, her moans became louder. She started pushing her breast harder and further from her chest. We had to catch her from falling backwards as her chest began heaving forward. She started making heavy panting sounds as her chest rose higher and thrust forward . Suddenly she shouted “Oh God! Fuck me. Please fuck me hard.” Well we were ready to oblige her request. Lowering her to her back, Joe and I quickly remove her leg cuffs. She bucked her ass high into the air as she clawed her panties from her hips. We yanked her jeans and panties off together. Joe shouted “Get your knees against your shoulders and those legs apart!” You would have thought she was spring loaded. Her knees snapped upright and her ankles outstretched. She grabbed her legs yanking her knees tight to her shoulders. Her pussy was on fully display. Joe was in position in a single heart beat. With a single thrust he buried his dick up to his balls. He was pumping her as hard as she could. It reminded me of two dogs going at it. She was arching her back and jamming her hips to meet each lunge. Her ankles were jerking wildly high in the airs. I could resist. I was about to blow my load just watching. I leaped on the cot by her head. Twisting her face towards me, I shoved by cock deep into her wide open mouth. To my total surprise, she began sucking like a baby calf on a mother cow. She was trying to milk me dry. She released one knee to bring the free hand up and began stroking my balls.

I could only think how much this teenage bitch had missed daddy’s workouts and what a show mommy was getting in the next room. I wondered which was making mom crazy the most. The two poles pumping the shit out of pussy and ass while her boobs were almost pulled off or watching her daughter’s wild fuck fest . Suddenly I was drawn back to reality. I was shooting my load deep into this sluts’ throat. When I had emptied my volcano I began pulling out of Shawna’s mouth only to have my cock grabbed. She was tugging on my rod trying to strip every drop into her still gapping mouth. She was using her tongue to get every drop. Licking her lips with total pleasure; as she still grunted at Joe’s continued onslaught. Joe’s body stiffened as he yelled “Eruption!” Joe jerked forward as Shawna’s body began to shake like she was tied in a paint shaker. She panted like a dog out of breath. She repeated over and over “Oh yes, Oh yes.” As Joe withdrew, Shawna collapsed onto the cot. Joe spun from the cot. Sitting on the floor, he remarked “What a fuck!”

Shawna regaining her composer said “Please shut the machine off. Quit abusing my mom. I did what you wanted.” Grabbing Shawna by the hair, I asked Joe if he was ready to take a new whore into the other room. “No, no I don’t want mom to see me naked.” Shawna pleaded. Joe looking at me said “honey, she already has.” As she began to cry I pulled her from the cot and started down the hall. As we entered the other room she gasped at seeing her mom. Susana was almost unconscious held by straps on the bike; her body being continuously tormented by the ramming and tugging procedures. Mom didn’t notice that we had returned with her naked daughter. As Shawna continued to plead for us to spare her mother; I told her “see the small table over there with the hand grips on the side. You are going to bend face first over the table. You will spread your legs as wide as possible. I am going to lubricate your ass hole; then one of us will rape your ass wile the other rapes your throat. We are going to put mom’s machine on an automatic speed control which will increase the speed of the bike every 2 minutes. How bad your mom gets torn apart will be entirely up to you. I promise to shut the machine off when we have completed your double rape. You are to stand where you are until I tell you to get mounted. Remember mom’s abuse is up to you.”

Joe proceeded to revive mom with some smelling sauce. We wanted her alert for the next phase. When Joe placed the capsule of smelling sauce under Susana’s nose she opened her eyes and tried to jerk free of the restraints. She was again aware of her torment. Walking to the switch on the wall, I said “Shawna get ready. Shawna get mounted.” With that I threw the switch to the automatic position. She shot to the table and in an instance was bent flat with her hands firmly in the grips with her feet spread about 4 feet apart. I leisurely walked to a position behind her picking up a tube of lubricant on the way. Shawna was hollowing “Hurry. Please hurry. Get this over with.” I removed the cap from the tube then inserted the tip of the tube into Shawna’s exposed anus. Slowly squeezing the tube the jelly began to fill the entrance to her ass. When a significant amount had been applied, I removed the tube and begin spreading the goop around her anal opening and slight inside. As I had begun spreading the lubricant, the speed control increased. Mom who was already moaning and gasping let out a muffled yell with the new intensity. “Do it. Get it in. Rape me. Get it over.” Shawna shouted. I positioned myself for what I was sure going to be the ride of my life. With the head of my cock inserted slightly inside her lubricated hole, I rammed in with all my strength. Shawna let out a blood curdling scream. Her ass was so firm. I was in heaven. A virgin ass was going to broken by me. Withdrawing my rod slightly I rammed again. This time it was a home run. My cock was completely buried in her tight ass. I could feel her anal canal pulsating around my fully erect dick. Grabbing her shoulders for leverage, I began pumping her hard a deep. She was emitting sounds half way between moans and screams. Just then the speed control increased again.

The mom was thrashing wildly about trying to free herself from the onslaught. Her screams barely audible with the dental gag still firmly in her mouth. Joe slapped Shawna telling her “Open your fuck hole mouth.” Grapping her by the hair he japed his 10 inch fully erect dick in her mouth. I was yanking on her shoulders for leverage for the anal pounding I was giving her while Joe grasping her hair and ears was jamming her gaping mouth against his balls. Shawna was gagging and choking on the throat rape Joe was administering. I felt my load ready to blow. I withdrew till the head my dick was almost out of her ass. With a final and brutal thrust I again rammed completely in. Her ass cheeks spread apart; my balls firmly planted against her anal opening almost to the point of entrance. I felt my juices filling the depth of her young bowels. The warmth and contractions of the muscles in her anal canal was heaven. I withdrew. I was completely exhausted. I watched as my cum slowly leaked from her now gapping ass. The speed control struck again. The agony coming from the mother and the daughter utterly helplessness was pure excitement. Drool and slobber dripped from the daughter’s mouth as Joe continued his assault. The sight a Shawna’s boobs swinging wildly were too much to resist. I straddled her back. Reaching beneath her outstretched chest I got a firm grip and began to maul her bouncing jugs. I was trying to bend her like a pretzel while Joe was steadily nailing her throat. Joe’s body stiffened as he shot his batter deep in her throat. Shawna started gagging and chocking like she had a chicken bone caught in her throat. It was a bone alright: but it wasn’t chicken. As Joe finished emptying his load and withdrew she started to throw up. I quickly clamped her jaws tight and told her she had better not. She had better swallow it down. She swung her head wildly but I held firm as she slowly started choking her vomit down. I told her “When you get it all down I’ll shut the timer off.” At that instance the control increased once again.

The mother fell unconscious as the bike spun faster. The daughter finally finished swallowing as I climbed from her back. Walking slowly to the switch I shut the machine off. Joe released the clamps around Susana’s breast. Her once smooth ebony jugs were now red and swollen. I helped Joe remove the pipes that had been punishing her vagina and ass. Shawna crawled from the table and slow came to her mother. ‘Mom mom” she cried. Joe removed the dental gag from the mother’s mouth. The mother was beginning to come around. We release the straps holding her feet to the pedals. As we undid the final straps holding her upright she collapsed into my arms. Lifting her from her precarious perch we let her drop to the floor. As she moaned she curled into a fetal position. She lay on the floor sobbing and moaning. Shawna knelt over her mother’s quivering form trying to smooth and comfort her agonizing torso. Joe and I were pleased. We had turned two fine specimens of womanhood into sexually exhausted sluts. We had accomplished part of our job.

Grabbing Shawna’s hair Joe spun her to face him. Still on her knees Joe said “Shawna, I’m going to tell you about history. In the old days black bitches were slaves to their masters; both sexual and work. Now you and your mother have had our first sexual slave experience. It is time for your work experience. Look at that mess you made by the table over there. Now clean it up. Oh shit partner we forgot to get any rags or a mop; I guess she’ll just have to use her tongue. Now crawl over there and lick that mess off the floor. Be quick about it.” With that he gave Shawna a slap on her ass. Obediently she crawled to the head of the table and began liking the vomit and drool that had spilled to the floor. Once she finished she began to crawl back to the mother. Where in the hell are you going? You’ve got the other end to do. When you finish you report to your master.” Joe barked. She meekly returned to the table to finish her task. When she had finished licking the lubricant and cum that had leaked from her ass. She slowly crawled to in front of Joe. “Anything else?” she meekly asked. “What? It is ‘Master, anything else? Do you understand?” Joe said in degrading terms. “Yes. Master, is there anything else?” She sobbed. “Slave, get your mom on her back in the spread eagle on the floor. I want her arms stretched above her head and her legs wide apart. Make sure she stays in that position.” Joe instructed.

Shawna quietly crawled to her mother’s side. She meekly told her mom “You need to lay on you back. We need to stretch your arms above your head and spread your legs apart. It’s important that you lay still in that position.” Gently Shawna rolled Susana over and pulled her moms arms over her head. As she moved to spread her mom’s legs her mother began to moan and pull her arms down. Shawna quickly repositioned her mom’s arms then proceeded to part her mom’s legs. She knelt by her mother side trying to calmly keep her in position. “Good job. Now mount her.” I instructed. Shawna look was half shock and half inquisitive. “Straddle your mom facing her feet. Slide down till her mouth is buried in your pussy. Then lay down with your nose in her gapped ass and your tongue in her sloppy pussy. You are going to lick each other clean. We don’t want any sloppy slaves.” I ordered. Shawna was openly crying as she complied. I pulled the mom’s head up by her hair and shoved her mouth into her daughter pussy. As Shawna lowered her head into position, Joe quickly moved to firmly shove her lips into her mom’s gaping vagina. “Slaves, lick. Get those tongues moving; root your noses in the ass holes like pigs rooting in mud. Now get busy.” Joe commanded. The two began to comply. The mom was in great discomfort from her pounding was grimacing from her tongue cleaning. The daughter was becoming slightly aroused by mom’s tongue. “Root those noses in that ass. When I tell you move and start cleaning your partner’s ass. Mom, you’re got a lot a crap to lick out of your daughter ass. It’s time to change holes.” Joe ordered. After five minutes of ass cleaning, we told them to stop and for Shawna to roll off her mom and lay on the floor spread eagle like her mom. She quickly complied. Both were now spread eagle head to toe. What a picturesque view we had. I was sure glad we were capturing this for posterity.

Joe and I sat in two easy chairs. We were exhausted. I told Joe “We need to start going to a gym and taking vitamins. I’d like to go another three rounds on the young bitch but it’s late.” “Partner, don’t worry. If these bitches call the cops, we can always get them again. Next time we might have fixed long term rooms. We could keep them for sex slaves and rent them out on weekends. We might even start a breeding program. We could have a sex farm for our retirement income. Some ranchers have rodeo animals; we would just have a different type of bucking stock. We might even go into sex rodeos with prizes for the best ride of the weekend. Can you imagine a kids’ mother reaction when she discovers what kind of rodeo video her kid ordered.” Joe mused. It’s bed time for slaves. As Joe got the chloroform cloths ready I ordered the slaves to their knees and reminded them not to call the cops unless they wanted a life as permanent sex slaves. Joe handed me a cloth. We each approached a slave. Each slave reluctantly sat quietly as they were put to sleep. We loaded our black beauties into mom’s car trunk and drove quickly back to their house. Pulling into the garage, we closed the garage door, raised the trunk lid and quickly left through the front door. Within minutes we were in our car leaving the mall. We still had a lot of work reviewing and editing the recordings of our second job.

THE END