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Sister's Pimp - Chapter 24
Even though the new clientele now took up most of our time, we never forgot the ones that kept us going during the not so good times. A few months ago it appeared that Karen Bross had taken a turn for the better and managed to eliminate her need for male companionship that was related by blood to her. Her two boys were getting more than the average amount of teen pussy and most of it fairly decent. Studs, ranging in age from their mid-twenties to late thirties, were nailing Karen, who loved every inch of man meat she was getting. She knew the location of almost every decent motel or hotel within ten miles of her home. If she cared, she could be getting laid every night of the week with other liaisons scheduled for lunch or early afternoon. She was naturally the main course, and often her partner wanted extra helpings of her tight pussy and even tighter asshole. The fact that this tall, thin woman with great tits loved it up the ass made her a very popular date.
Gradually the number of dates fell off as she began turning down many men who had already done her two or more times without really making the kind of impression on Karen that might lead to something more permanent. It was a chance conversation she had with Pat Carmody that changed her sex life dramatically. Pat, or "princess Tonka", her alter ego when romping with her two studly sons, had just recovered from the latest interrogation. It had included having her bottom caned until it started to crack open in places. They had sodomized her wearing double-walled, ribbed condoms to protect their cocks from the hot sauce they had packed into princess Tonka's asshole prior to raping her. The poor dear was in such pain that she almost revealed the location of the gold mine.
Even when they passed large amounts of high voltage electricity through her big tits, swollen clit, asshole and pussy, she held out. Beating her tits with rubber hoses made them so swollen, they too cracked open in places and caused her to pass out repeatedly without providing any information that would be useful in their search for the lost gold mine. Karen's eyes grew large when Pat Carmody described the amazing orgasms she experienced during her torturing.
That evening Karen sat down with her boys and outlined a new game they might enjoy playing with her. She would be a spy who was passing critical information to the enemy. They would be given two hours to make her identify her contact. To make it even more exciting, they would be allowed to bring other agents into the process if she proved to be too stubborn for them. The feral looks on their faces as she described what was being done regularly to Pat Carmody by her sons told her all she needed to know. She couldn't help but shiver with excitement and feel her panties being flooded with pussy juice that hadn't flowed like this since her honeymoon.
The first session was not what Karen expected. Once they got her properly tied up so her best features were available with relative ease, she was prepared to have her tits caned, maybe even singed with a hot soldering iron, for openers. Instead her boys sent the majority of their time seeing how deep they could get their cocks into her pussy and asshole. It was more like a "getting to know you" session, as they renewed their familiarity with their mother's private parts. She sucked cock, swallowed everything they made her lick from their spent "stiffies", her nickname for their cocks, and tongued their butt holes until they glistened. Her older, who did have a sort of mean streak, fisted her and had Karen sobbing so loudly that they stuffed her mouth with their filthy briefs, and used duct tape to keep them in place.
Attempts by her other son to get his fist into her asshole were unsuccessful, but it hurt like hell, which surprisingly turned her on. That did not go unnoticed by either of them. A few minutes before time was up, they started punching her tits, flattening those fake bags of silicone with every blow as she gasped and moved her head from side to side as each sledge hammer blow landed on her very vulnerable implants. All in all she was less than enchanted with their efforts, and suggested they get together with the Carmody boys and see what they were doing to their mother.
The meeting with the Carmodys also included Pat, at her sons' request. The Bross boys gawked and stammered as she stripped down to her skin and a smile. Her big natural tits were swollen, lopsided and blotchy. There were areas that were purple, others black or bluish. The nipples had been skewered with inch long pins forming a cross, a souvenir from an earlier session. There were burn marks from where the electricity had moved in and out of her bare body. She even had to hold her cunt lips apart to show where the juice had fried her inner lips and done some peripheral damage to the insides of her twat. They gasped at the sight of her brutalized ass, still swollen and in places suppurating from the vicious caning it had absorbed.
What blew them totally away were her comments that the orgasms from the recent sessions had been getting more and more intense, to the point she was afraid her heart might stop. When the Carmody boys offered to let their visitors fuck their mother as a gesture of good will, the Bross boys were struck speechless. Pat Carmody insisted that it was fine with her. She loved teenaged cock and never turned down any opportunity that came her way. Her sons laughed and one said she was a slut, not a whore, because she never asked for money. Soon Pat was sitting on the bed taking turns sucking off the Bross studs so they could get stiff enough to give it to her the way she liked it, hard, fast and lasting a long, long time.
To make everybody comfortable, including the designated fuckee, Pat Carmody, they tied her hands tightly behind her back and warned her about moving around too much. They allowed their mother to use a pillow under her bottom to ease the pain still radiating from her devastated ass, as well as elevate her pussy to give the boys an easier time of it when they were fucking her. For the next hour or so the quartet took turns making the bed creak and bringing plenty of moans, groans, grunts and sighs from the helpless woman, except when she was being force fed hard cock orally.
There was a huge wet spot between her spread thighs from all the cum that drooled from her well-stretched cunt. She had somehow managed to squeeze off not one but two fair-sized orgasms that curled her toes and made the lucky fucker inside her at the time feel her twat convulsing mindlessly around his stiff cock. A good time was had by all, and the Bross boys couldn't wait to get home and start interrogating their mom, the terrorist who was also a secret agent in her spare time. They had also promised the Carmody boys a crack at their mom in the very near future. This was one area where they had something to offer. It turned out that Pat Carmody was no fan of anal intercourse while Karen Bross loved to take it up the ass by the hour. Once word got around about her specialty, the Bross teens were going to become very popular and their mother very, very busy handling the cocks that wanted entry through her backdoor.
That night they dragged their mother out of bed and took her to their room for an interrogation session that lasted most of the night. They made Karen eat a bar of laundry soap, fisting her brutally whenever she stopped chewing. To wash it down, she was forced to drink a pint of liquid detergent, then securely gagged. Naturally without her being able to speak, it was a one-sided question and answer session. They experimented with electricity, stripping the insulation off about two feet of electrical cord, and wrapping the ends around her tits. Then they plugged it in and watched their mom dance and quiver as the surge of electrons fought through the silicone oil comprising most of her implants. It presented a detour that sent the electrons surging off to other portions of her chest and tits. Lucky for Karen her big tits weren't real. There would have been hell to pay, especially if the power stopped her heart from beating or sent it into wild oscillations, which would prove just as bad. The boys got discouraged when this attempt at sophisticated torture seemed to have no affect on their captive, mom the terrorist.
More fisting got them nowhere, even when they removed Karen's gag and made her lick off the mess that covered the fists and even a portion of the arms of the boys working on her tight fuck tunnel. To make matters worse, she puked up the mixture of detergent and laundry soap that they had forced down her throat previously. To punish her for ruining their bedding they took turns ass fucking her for nearly an hour. Of course Karen wondered why they were doing this to her, since she loved being ass fucked. The only exception was a huge cock, both thick and long, which from bitter experience she knew would cause serious pain for weeks afterward. Next they tried sticking utensils such as knives, forks and spoons into her pussy and asshole and heating them using a small soldering iron. She twisted and moved around so much that most of the time she dislodged them before they could do any damage. The boys also shot themselves in the foot a number of times, burning themselves with the soldering iron while engaged in heating up whatever they stuck inside her twat or butthole.
That weekend the Carmody brothers and a few of their friends assisted the Bross boys in making secret agent X69 spill her guts. For the first couple of hours they softened her up by beating her tits and pussy with straps and switches cut from the stand in the Carmody backyard. The switches were kept soaking in a brine solution except when they were put to good use cutting her big tits into bleeding strips of flesh or splitting her outer cunt lips. All the time the oversized ball gag they used to quiet her made her jaws feel as if they were about to become unhinged. To break the monotony, the seven teens took turns fucking her bleeding and bruised pussy as well as cornholing her asshole using condoms coated with hot sauce that made Karen almost rupture herself trying to evade the pain. Some of the teens suggested that Karen Bross might be a pain freak based on the way she reacted to her whippings. Her sons were shocked at this observation, but began to have second thoughts about their very submissive mother.
Their visitors had brought the stuff they used to fry Pat Carmody's private parts, a recent addition to the tortures they used to get the information from princess Tonka about the gold mine. So far she had resisted, but they knew it was just a matter of time before she confessed there was no gold mine, but urged them to continue to think up ways to make her really hurt, but not to be crippled or hospitalized. While they set it up, the Bross brothers took turns whipping their mother's pussy with switches. Binder clamps held her pussy lips apart, making her clit and inner cunt lips completely vulnerable to the brine soaked switches that spit her cunt right down the middle from clit to base. When she started squirting whenever a particularly vicious stroke tore into her pulpy, super-sensitive flesh, the Bross sons knew that their friends were probably correct about their mother.
Copper alligator clips were attached to Karen's clit and deep inside her dripping cunt. When the knife-edge switch was flipped, sending electricity through her intimate regions, Karen's body rose from the bed except for the tied down portions. She mindlessly shook and quivered as her clit started to boil in her own pussy juice that she was generating in huge quantities. They gave her maybe ten seconds at a time until she passed out from the pain. Revived she discovered that the clips were now digging into the flesh deep inside her pussy and securely lodged within her asshole. They gave her five-second bursts and the stink of her broiling flesh almost made the teens vomit.
When Karen lost control of her bowels and fouled the bed, she received the beating of her life. It left her covered with welts and bloody gashes. The damage was so severe that the torture session had to be ended for fear that she might go into shock or worse still, be hospitalized. Karen Bross was never the same after her ordeal. That is not to say that she retreated into her own fantasy world. To the contrary, Karen Bross became a professional prostitute whose clients were the type no self-respecting whore would service. She traveled extensively and never failed to return with large sums of money and physical damage to her rejuvenated body, kept in good working order by the skills of Dr. Patterson.
(To be continued - rolf palsy)
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