Gang does Mother and Daughter
Deborah Henderson was not expecting anything out of the ordinary as she arrived home from work that afternoon, unlocked the front door, and stepped inside.
WHAP! Something hit her in the side of the face sending her crashing to the ground. After a few seconds of being momentarily dazed, she attempted to get up only to be shoved back down on her stomach by a shoe jammed into her mouth. She opened her mouth to scream but a hand was clamped over her mouth and she heard a male voice say, “If I take off this hand and let you up, you gonna keep quiet and behave?” Frantically, she nodded.
The foot was taken from her back and the hand over her mouth was removed. Upon getting to her feet she was shocked to see several teenage boys in her living room. More shocking, however, was the sight of her 18 year old daughter, Estelle, standing in front of one of them. The boy had a fistful of her long, blond hair in his hand. With a gasp, Deborah started to go to her daughter but the boy yanked her head back harder and shook his head. Deborah froze in her tracks and, in a tremulous voice, asked, “Wh-who are you and what do you want?” Then, without waiting for an answer, she said, “Take whatever you want only please don’t hurt us.”
“Well mama,” the boy holding Estelle replied. “As for who we are, my name’s Roland and these here are my buds. We call ourselves the Rangers and we got a little score to settle with little Estelle here.”
“A-a score?” Deborah asked not understanding.
“Yeah,” Roland continued. “You see we sort of run the high school. You might say we own it. Well, today I offered this little bitch something every other girl in school knows better than to turn down.” He addressed Estelle, “Tell her.”
“Mom,” the girl began. “He took me underneath the bleachers and told me to — to —-,”
SMACK! Raymond slapped her with his free hand and snapped, “I said tell her!”
“Leave her alone!” Deborah shouted reflexively.
“Shut the fuck up!” Roland barked back. “I’m calling the shots here!”
Unable to argue the validity of the boy’s claim, Deborah said nothing. The boy turned back to her daughter, “Speak up, bitch.”
“He — he — told me to — to — take his c-c-cock in my mouth and — and — s-suck it!” the girl finally blubbered. Deborah bit her lit in order to keep from calling the boy a bastard or worse.
“Yeah,” he went on. “I was in a hurry and really didn’t have time to make her come across at the time so we followed her home and decided to finish the discussion here.”
‘My God!’ Deborah thought to herself. ‘These monsters are here to rape my baby!’
“We had planned to tie you up,” he continued. “But, upon seeing what a fine looking fox you are, for an old bitch that is, I think we’ll let you join in the party.”
“Listen,” she implored him. “I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t hurt my daughter!”
“We ain’t here to bargain,” Roland replied. Then, to the other boys, “Have fun with mama here while I go teach this bitch some manners.”
“Mom!” Estelle cried out as Roland began dragging her toward a bedroom by the hair.
“Estelle!” Deborah called in return. She tried to go to her daughter’s aid but several pairs of young, strong male hands grabbed her at once. Screaming and struggling, she was lowered to the floor on her back. Her blouse was torn open then removed completely. Her shoes were removed and her slacks unfastened and slid down over her feet and off. Clad now only in her bra and panties, she continued to twist and writhe in futility. Her arms and legs were held down and outstretched in a spread eagle position. A boy tore off her panties while another did the same with her bra. Still another then straddled her and, with his large, balled up fist, punched her savagely in the face, ordering her to “shut up and hold still”. Dazed and her face exploding with pain she complied.
“Now bitch,” he growled. “Let’s see what it’s like to be a real mother fucker!”
In the bedroom, Roland threw Estelle on the bed and pounced upon her. She tried to struggle but he pinned her wrists down above her head with one hand while slapping her continually with the other until she ceased all resistance and surrendered.
“You fucking little whore!” he nearly spat at her. “What the fuck do you mean trying to say no to me. Ain’t no bitch in that school don’t know better than never say no to me!”
“I-I’m sorry!” Estelle pleaded as the boy atop her hiked her sweater up under her armpits then took out a knife and cut away her bra. “I’ll do it now! I’ll suck you! I swear to God I will!”
“You’ll do a hell of a lot more than that!” Lowering his face to one of her firm young breasts he sunk his teeth painfully into her tender flesh causing her to cry out again in sheer agony.
While her daughter was having her tits chewed on in the bedroom, Deborah was having her cunt pounded unmercifully. The boy atop her was riding her like a bucking mare slamming himself into her so powerfully with each thrust that her entire body was jarred. No man had ever fucked her as brutally as this boy was.
Another cock was slapped into her palm and a voice told her, “Jack me off mama!” Another one was put in the other hand and someone said, “Me too.” The helpless woman complied, masturbating a boy with each hand while her pussy was being fucked unmercifully. Finally the boy atop her pumped his load in her and got up. The two in her hands did the same, making sure to squirt their cum all over her face and breasts. She lay there for awhile in a kind of stupor, her pussy throbbing and burning.
“Hey bitch,” came a voice from behind. “Get over here and suck my cock.”
Slowly, PAINFULLY, she got up as far as her hands and knees and, because her legs were now too weak to get all the way up, crawled over to a chair and the boy sitting in it who had issued the command.
“Take it out and get started,” he commanded. Then, as she unzipped his pants and took out his organ, he added, “And if you even think of biting I’ll cut the tits off your cunt daughter.”
Deborah slid her mouth down over the large tool (most of the boys were Blacks and Hispanics and VERY well endowed!) and started performing the required service. As she did, a boy came up behind her and she felt her ass cheeks being spread. She grimaced knowing what was coming but knowing also that there was nothing she could do about it.
In the bedroom, Estelle was completely naked now, her clothing having been completely torn off her, and Roland was pounding her little cunt as hard as his fellow gang member had done to her mother. The girl was crying and trembling but was far beyond resisting. She just lay there enduring the assault because she had no other option. When the boy had finished pumping his hot cum into her, he got off the bed and said, “Get up.”
She obeyed and, without letting her put anything on, he grabbed her by the arm and took her back out into the living room. What she saw shocked her even more than her own rape had. Her mother was down on all fours, sobbing and trembling while sucking the cock of one boy as another one was savagely raping her asshole. After each boy had gotten his satisfaction, Roland made both females kneel together in the middle of the room as he towered over them.
“Hey mama,” he asked Deborah. “You know your little bitch wasn’t no virgin?”
The woman said nothing and Estelle just looked at the floor in embarrassment. Suddenly, the boy grabbed the woman by the hair and wrenched her head back. Then he slapped her hard across both cheeks and said, “I asked you a question bitch!”
“N-no!” she answered. “I didn’t know.”
“What do you think we ought to do to these bitches?” he asked his companions.
“Please!” begged Deborah. “Haven’t you already done enough?”
SMACK! Roland slapped Estelle so hard that the girl went sprawling on the floor. Then, to her mother, he said, “Mama you got to learn the rules. No one talks to you, you keep your dumb fucking mouth shut. You got that?”
“Y-yes,” she replied. “I’m sorry. Just don’t hurt Estelle anymore, please.”
“You ass rape the young one?” someone asked Roland. Estelle’s eyes widened in horror.
“No,” the boy replied. “Bet she’s still a virgin back there.”
Suddenly terrified for her daughter, Deborah embraced Roland around the ankles and, kissing his feet, begged, “Oh PLEASE don’t do that to her! PLEASE! Do me again! You can do it while I suck someone’s cock at the same time again! You can——!”
WHOP! Estelle was backhanded again.
“When you gonna learn, mama?” he asked. “No one was talking to you. I know that, being a cunt, you are only one half step less stupid than a rock but you otta have seen a pattern developing by now. Every time you say or do something I don’t like your kid gets hurt. Now get back up on your knees and keep quiet!”
In total defeat, Deborah did as she had been told.
Roland turned to Estelle and said, “Get on all fours.”
Bawling uncontrollably, she obeyed.
“Who’s first?” he asked.
“Hey,” someone said. “How do we know how clean she keeps herself back there? I don’t want to stick mine into shit. Make mama clean her out.”
“Good idea,” Roland agreed. Then, to Deborah, “Lick out that shit hole.”
Wanting to retch and now crying just as hard as Estelle, the woman crawled over behind her daughter and began running her tongue up and down the crack of her ass. Even this wasn’t good enough for Roland, however, and he grabbed her by the hair and pressed her face even more tightly into her daughters rear then growled, “Get that tongue inside and get it clean!”
The woman did as commanded and was soon delving deep into her daughter’s rectum, lapping at it and lining it with her saliva. After a few moments, one of the boys stepped forward, said, “That’s enough”, pushed her aside, mounted the near hysterical girl, and PLUNGED his hard cock deep into her.
Deborah watched helplessly as her child was ass raped. Estelle screamed and wailed, to the great amusement of the boys, the boy behind her battered and pounding her unmercifully, holding her hair in both fists like the reins of a horse. When he finished and withdrew, the girl slumped forward, sobbing pitifully as her throbbing ass leaked blood and cum.
“Me next,” someone called.
But Roland stopped him. “Later,” he said. “First were going to watch some good old fashioned girl-on-girl action. Mama, get up on the couch and spread your legs. Sweet cheeks is going to give you a nice cunt licking!”
Obediently, Deborah went and lay on the couch, her legs spread. Roland went over and gave Estelle a hard kick in the ass and told her, “Get over there and do your bitch mom!”
With that, he grabbed her by the hair and hauled her over to her mother then shoved her face down between Deborah’s legs and commanded, “Lick!”
The girl, tears streaming from her eyes, began running her tongue up and down her mother’s slit. Roland shoved her face farther down into the hairy muff and growled, “Get that tongue in there! STRETCH it! Suck up those pussy juices! Chew on that clit!” In the background all the boys were chanting, “Deeper!” “Faster!”
For her own part, Deborah was laying there on her back crying as hard as was Estelle. One of the boys remarked, “No need to let a nice set of honkers like that go to waste”, and he stepped forward and started playing with the woman’s breasts and nipples. Another yanked her head to the side, shoved his cock in her mouth, and started raping her face.
Perhaps it was the combination of her daughter’s licking, the tit play, and a hard cock in her mouth or perhaps just that she had always had a sensitive pussy and being licked there, BY ANYONE, drove her wild but before long she felt herself getting aroused. ‘Oh God no!’ she thought to herself. ‘Please God not this way in front of these animals! PLEASE!’ But it was no use. She began to writhe and moan and finally she stiffened, began grinding her pelvis against her daughter’s mouth, and at last exploded into a thunderous climax apparent to all. The boys ridiculed her for it as they did Estelle for her face now wet with pussy juice. Both females just wept helplessly.
After that they were shoved onto the floor side beside and an orgy began which lasted for hours. They were fucked over and over again in every way imaginable, drank gallons of cum, were slapped, punched, kicked, tit tortured and otherwise tormented. Several times they were made to 69 each other and, every time, to the glee of the boys, Deborah was made to cum. Finally they were stood in front of the gang members who have just raped them and told by Roland, “You are both going to have bruises which will last awhile. That being the case, mama, you might want to call in sick from work for awhile but you, sweet cheeks, you be at school bright and early in the morning, you got that?’
“Yes,” she answered in a small voice, her head bowed.
“And no one gets told about this,” he went on. “We’ll be back every Friday to party. You two be ready for us.”
With that, they left. As soon as they did, Deborah headed for the phone but Estelle stopped her, “Mom, what are you doing? Didn’t you hear what he said?”
“They’re gone,” her mother replied. “We HAVE to tell the police!”
The girl shook her head, “NO! You don’t understand. They really DO run the school. Even the principal, Mrs. Norton, is afraid of them. She and all the teachers pay them protection money weekly and most of the female ones have been done by them. The few who spoke out met, along with family members, with TERRIBLE ‘accidents’.”
“We’ll go away,” her mother suggested. “I’ll send you to live with your father.”
Estelle shook her head, “Their gang has ties with ones all over the country. We couldn’t hide from them.”
“What can we do, then?”
The girl hung her head, “Only what they said to do, keep quiet and give them a ‘party’ every Friday night!”
Both naked, THOROUGHLY raped females embraced and wept in mutual despair!
Deborah did stay at home for a few days but Estelle obediently showed up for school. As soon as her teacher saw her bruises, suspecting parental abuse, she sent the girl to Mrs. Norton’s office. Before the principal could ask any questions, Roland walked in without knocking (there were no doors in the school he bothered to knock on and none which were closed to him). With a jerk of his thumb, he motioned Estelle out of the room. Mrs. Norton nodded and the girl left. When she was gone the boy gave his principal a hard slap across the mouth and said, “You were a little shy on last week’s payment.”
“I-I’ll make it up this week, I promise!” she assured him.
“You’d better,” he went on. “Or it’s another session in the girl’s locker room for you!” As he left, the woman shuddering remembering her own gang rape at the hands of the Rangers.
Over the next few weeks Deborah and Estelle did INDEED provide parties for the Rangers. They didn’t even have to be stripped, Mother and daughter having already rendered themselves naked before their attackers arrived. One Friday Deborah arrived home to find Estelle gone and only Roland there. “Your bitch won’t be coming home until Sunday,” he told her “IF you behave yourself!”
“Wh-what do you mean?” she asked.
“Well,” he went on tossing a garment bag at her feet. “You’ve been getting free cock for weeks now. It’s time you started earning your keep. From now on, every Friday you put this on and peddle your ass on the street all weekend. Sunday morning, if you’ve made enough money for me, you get little Estelle back —- well fucked of course. First time you don’t, you never see her again. Now get dressed, the john’s are starting to hunt for pussy.”
Thrust down into a completely new depth of despair, Deborah put on the low cut, short skirted, spiked heel outfit and began her life as a weekend whore!
