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Anita's Sex Sacrifice - Chapter 6
They untied Pradeep and dragged him to the center of the room where he was hung by his wrists from a hook in the ceiling. They spread his legs wide and anchored them by his ankles to bolts located in the floor. He was perfectly vulnerable now, his limp cock and depleted balls perfect targets for the rubber hoses that would soon be drubbing his naked body, homing in on its most sensitive parts. A few of the men could not resist tormenting the youth; one worked his knowing finger into Pradeep's asshole and probed to find his prostate. Another gently squeezed his balls, rolling them from one palm to the other, crooning to him that soon they would be huge and terribly painful to his touch. The third man began to strip the foreskin from the captive's cock, being rewarded by the way it swelled and lengthened.
The rest of the audience, which had been attracted by word of mouth that some new cunt was being broken in as a member of the brothel's prostitute staff, laughed and insulted the victim, claiming that he was a fag and not worthy to be blown by his own mother. Anita was in tears as she watched her son being totally humiliated. The fat, dark-skinned man had other ideas for effectively reducing this woman to a lower caste slut. Hari shouted to the audience that Anita would be providing free sex for any man interested in this opportunity to evaluate her talents as the newest prostitute in his brothel. He then added that although the medical examination usually given to candidate prostitutes was waived for this one, condoms would not be allowed. Those afraid of getting some type of disease from this hot, upper-class woman, would be deprived of the pleasure associated with a very tight pussy and a very eager lady seeking plenty of hard cock to satisfy her needs after years of frustration over the conduct of her well endowed, but reluctant son.
Naturally a line immediately formed in front of the sobbing woman. At that moment his underlings returned bearing a pair of rubber truncheons that would be used on Anita's son. She however would be too busy taking on all those hard cocks that sought entry into every hole in her plump sexy body to notice the serious damage that was being done to his genitals.
Poor Pradeep, someone was now looping a leather thong around his scrotum and pulling it tight. Then he added a five pound weight to the other end, but the boss, Hari, thought it too light, insisting at least ten pounds be used to stretch his nut sack. The gasp and grunting noise that came from him when the weight was deliberately dropped from a distance of over two feet brought an evil smile to the brothel owner's face. He motioned for his underling to repeat the drop and this time Pradeep screamed in agony as the weight made the noose tighten even further around his straining scrotum. Fortunately for his mother, she was pointed in the opposite direction, on her knees, hands cuffed and pulled up so they could be joined to the leather collar that now encircled her neck. Her rounded, meaty rump was elevated to make both cunt and asshole easily accessible to whoever was using her. Thus she heard the noises being forced from him, but was spared the sight of what was happening to his family jewels.
Someone suggested that before Anita start servicing the men lined up to fuck her senseless, she be put to work sucking off her son in order to get his cock as stiff as possible. In this way, it too could be kept fully erect by a cock ring, thus making it an easy target for the one using the rubber hose on it, and in a state where the pain of each blow would be maximized. In addition it might be fun to force his mother to watch the first few hits to his cock and balls. That way she would know just from the sounds and her son's screams and moans what was happening to him.
They made Anita lean forward to take her son's twitching cock deep into her mouth while the cameras flashed. There were at least two men in the crowd with digitals, plus the one Hari was using. In that bent forward position, Anita's 39DD tits hung like guords, large guords, very large guords, from her chest, bringing all manner of responses to the sight. Half the audience was treated to the sight of her hairy cunt mouth peeking from between her plump thighs, and the comments from those people were completely obscene, telling her how hard and deep their huge, super-hard cocks were going to be thrust into any and all the holes of her hot, sexy plump body. By then Pradeep's mother was reduced to tears, but that did not stop her from further stimulating that throbbing hunk of meat jutting from her son's groin. It was obvious to all the men in the room that she was crazy over her son's big cock, and if she could, Anita would have climbed his straining body and fucked him like a sex-crazed monkey.
Anita had to be forcibly removed from where her son was hanging, waiting like a slab of meat for the butchering to begin. One of the men beating him started on his rear side, slamming the hose into his kidneys over and over. Pradeep would be pissing blood for ten days after they finished his beating. When he got tired of that area, he moved up and down his rib cage, smashing the hose into his body so hard that the youth could not draw breath. Then he took a break so he could add some lead shot to the inside of the hollow piece of hard rubber tubing. He used this frightful weapon on Pradeep's ass cheeks, turning them into twin mounds of purplish, bleeding flesh. Every blow broke dozens of small blood vessels just beneath the skin and gradually there wasn't a single square inch free of this bloody evidence.
Meanwhile Anita's hot, sexy body was absorbing one hard cock after another, alternating between her tight dripping cunt and even tighter asshole. As bad as this was, it was made worse by those who decided to use her big, soft tits as punching bags, or see how much her fat nipples could be stretched. All this caused her to screech and yell from the pain she was experiencing. All the while in the background she could make out the awful sounds of those rubber hoses smashing into her son's helpless body. She could even tell when his long, hard cock or rapidly swelling balls were being drubbed mercilessly by his assailants.
The scar faced owner stood between the two scenes, moving his eyes from one to the other depending on what was happening. Hari really enjoyed the sight and sound of a well struck blow to the youth's cock, held tightly against his belly by the strip of leather encircling his waist, and the cock ring at its base doing its work of capturing and holding the blood engorging his stiff dong. On more than one occasion a good hit to his nut sack made him vomit from the terrible pain it generated. The boss got so excited that he took a turn on Pradeep himself, smashing the hose into his cock over and over as it twitched and turned an angry shade of purple from the broken blood vessels that the hose caused. He even drove the hose up and into the youth's scrotum, splitting his swollen testicles and forcing him to puke his guts out.
The men raping her decided to let Anita watch her son's genitals being turned into pulp by the savage beating he was receiving. Her eyes widened in horror as she witnessed the terrible pounding his cock was taking, now that both men were using it as a target. Then her attention was distracted as one of the men raping her pulled out from her dripping, cum-filled cunt and shot his load into her face, coating the bridge of her nose and sending streamers into her eyes. By the time her eyes cleared, they had rolled Anita onto her belly and another man was spreading her plump, meaty cheeks wide apart as he prepared to sodomize this sexy, mature lady. She let out a scream of agony as his thick cock plunged past the tough muscle guarding her tender rectal area and entered her colon.
Midway through her gang rape, the super hot, sexy, mature, plumpish fucking machine was beginning to throw off the last of her inhibitions. The cocks working on her had not only loosened up her twat and bunghole so that Anita was now able to enjoy being fucked by these eager men, it totally changed her attitude toward sex. The dark-skinned boss was beginning to appreciate what a find this hot-holed, upper class lady was for his brothel; she would make him a fortune if he played his cards right. Already more than half the men who had a chance to fuck her had told him they wanted to be her steady customer. Of even greater importance, many mentioned that they wanted their sons to also have the opportunity to fuck someone who reminded them of their mother. Indeed the wheels were turning inside the brothel owner's head.
He walked over to watch Pradeep being finished off by the pair of tired hoodlums that had been working on him for nearly an hour while his mother had taken on what seemed like an army of men. She had long since forgotten all about her son, now being completey focused on enjoying the cocks sawing away inside every hole including her warm, wet mouth with its snake-like tongue. Already she had shown an affinity for deep throating her customers, now that she was so relaxed. The boss had been especially impressed by the way she took to her new duties. In fact once the customers had finished doing her, he wanted to take her to his private office and enjoy her throat convulsing around his cock as he made her swallow his entire length over and over until her throat muscles grew weak and she was completely at his mercy.
However, for the moment he wanted to see just how badly her son had been beaten. He had plans to use the youth to keep Anita in line, but that required that he be able to function sexually. The owner winced as the pair of hoses slammed into Pradeep's swollen nut sack with sickening thuds. He hardly made any sounds now, exhausted and almost unconscious. One of the guys beating him cupped his swollen scrotum and announced that he could not feel any space between what was once two testicles. The boss also noticed that the youth's nut sack was black as a lump of coal, caused by the weight that cut off the blood circulation to his testes and the terrible pounding they had absorbed from the rubber truncheons. He nodded to his underlings and they stopped beating the comatose victim.
He had them carry the badly beaten youth upstairs to where the "doctor" responsible for keeping the prostitutes in good health was stationed. He expected a prognosis from the medical man in short order, with emphasis on how long it would take for him to recover his ability to have sex. He intended to keep his word when it came to having him sodomize his mother at least once a week, more if times if necessary. Now he could train his shark-like eyes to what was transpiring on the floor before him.
Anita was on her back, her plump, sexy body supported by the man beneath her who had his cock buried to the hilt in her well stretched asshole. A second rapist was lying on her, his cock moving like a piston in and out of her fat-lipped cunt that was drooling a steady stream of cum from the previous cocks that had discharged inside that warm, wet fuck tunnel. Obviousy that wasn't enough for the hot-holed honey; she was begging another man to stuff his cock down her throat so she could drain all the juice he had from him. He was playing hard to get, showing her his stiff cock, sometimes leaning forward above her head to tit fuck her for a brief period, then pulling back and slapping those soft mounds with nipples that were so stiff, they could cut glass. Hari was tempted to tell everyone to leave, but he always put business before pleasure, which was why he was the boss.
(To be continued-jethro jodhpur)
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