The 'gaming café': a natural evolution of the Internet café. It's a place where all stripes of dorks, geeks and nerds can congregate to play video games to their 'heart's content'. Some games will always be popular with many, whereas others may only ever aspire to small and heavily devoted following, and so are only played rarely in the café.
One example of such a game is 'Road Fighter'. It's a fighting game, as the name implies. In it, the player must knockout any opposing fighters, ideally using a series of increasingly complex combos.
One young man is currently playing this game, a fact that does not go unnoticed by a lady that has just walked through the main entrance. She's toned, plump and tall, easily the tallest person in the café now. Not that one can expect much from a room full of scrawny nerds though.
Her brunette hair is tied in a ponytail and she wears a pair of pink framed designer spectacles, along with red heart-shaped earrings, which dangle elegantly from her ears. Her large chest succeeds in getting the attention of all but the most socially inept, her deep cleavage showing above the neckline of her white t-shirt. Of course, in a café with a disproportionately high number of perverts, it's easy for a lady to get noticed. One person who fails to notice her grand entrance is the young man playing 'Road Fighter'.
It's only when the lady decides to sit next to him that he finally notices her, the sweet scent of her perfume wafting into his nose. His eyes flick back and forth between the screen and her breasts. Seeing this, she reaches into her t-shirt to pretend to adjust her bra. His face turns a deep shade of red and he pauses the game to sprint off to the lavatory.
Upon his return a few minutes later, the lady bites the corner of her lip. The man decides not sit in his seat again and instead begins to pack his things together. Seeing he getting ready to leave, she decides to make her move.
"Hey there baby," she coos, "don't you want to play with me?"
He looks at her stunned, as though he has just seen a ghost. He has no idea how to react or what to say. Her presence is overwhelming and none of the other regulars have the guts to approach her.
"Um?" he mutters.
"Sorry, I couldn't hear that," she says grinning.
"Ah, well..."
She licks her lips, apparently enthralled by his unease. He continues to stare at her and she squints back at him. She gently pats the seat beside her, gesturing for him to return to his monitor.
"We're playing a game of 'Road Fighter' together, okay?" she says quietly to him.
"I've never played with a boy before, apologies."
"That's alright."
He gulps, sets down his bag and sits back down. She smiles at him, yet it does nothing to calm his nerves. Sweat drips down his face and he gets out a pocket rotary fan from within the depths of his bag.
"Awh, that's cute," she comments.
The rest of the café is silent, eager to know what happens next. Some have stopped their games whilst others are trying desperately to focus on both their screens and the evolving situation. She brushes some strands of her hair out of her vision and places a hand on his leg.
"If you win, I'll make you feel so good, baby," she whispers into his ear, pausing to give it a quick lick, "but if I win, then you've got to make me feel good. Sound good?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean, baby."
Her hand wanders across his thigh and finds his erect penis. She gives it a quick squeeze and he gasps, leaving his mouth hung open. She then leans over to give him a peck on the cheek, leaving a faint red mark just below his eye.
"So, do we have a deal, baby?"
"Oh, okay."
"Good boy."
The two of them get set up and he selects his favourite fighter. She elects for the fighter best suited to counter his choice. What he doesn't know, is she owns the 'gaming café' and has been watching him play using the in-store security cameras.
One round was all that was agreed to and she easily wins it. Still, pleasuring her can't be that bad, right? All sex is, is the male of the species inserting his penis into a female, right? Right?
All of a sudden, all of the computer monitors turn off. Perhaps it is a power cut? Although weirdly the lights are still on.
"What just happened?" one customer asks.
A member of staff comes rushing out of a backroom. She winks at the lady and then waves her hands in the air in, attempting to get the attention of all of the patrons.
"Sorry, must have been a power surge or something," she says loudly, "I'll investigate tonight. Come back later."
The man, still stunned by his loss, holds his head in his hands. In the corner of his eyes, he sees the other patrons packing up to leave and reaches down to grab his own bag. Just as he is about to, her hand squeezes his wrist.
"Where do you think you're going, baby?"
"Ah, I was just heading home!" he exclaims.
"You're not going anywhere, baby. You owe me one ass."
"Huh?"
"We had a deal. That ass is mine now."
She gives his glutes a quick squeeze and he yelps in response. The other customers have all already cleared off, having been shooed away by the member of staff, who locks the main entrance behind them, trapping him inside with his tormentor. She then promptly disappears to back into the backroom where she came from.
"M-my parents will get worried," he stammers, "I... I..."
"What parents?" she says with a smirk, "You've just come out of foster care."
He jumps out of his seat and stumbles back, shuffling away from her across the floor. His face turns white and his heart starts racing. She gets up herself and slowly walks towards him. The click, clack of her knee-high boots the only sound heard throughout the entire café.
"H-how did you know about that?"
"Easy. Everything on your social media profile is public."
"Fuck."
"Believe me, I want to."
He stands up and makes a dash for the exit, only to find out it's locked and the shutters have been drawn across the shop façade. Nobody outside can even hear his banging on the door.
"Who are you and what do you want with me?" he screams.
"Who am I?" she says calmly, slowly walking towards him, "I'm your new mommy."
"What?"
"I noticed you were in need of somebody to love you and care for you..."
"No, please!"
"Don't lie to your momma. I read all those posts about how you wanted somebody to care for you and love you, to look after you. I know this is what you want, even if you don't want to admit it to me now."
It's only now, when she is looming large, directly in front of him that he notices their high difference. She is a head taller than he is at least, if not two. Tears start streaming down his face as he struggles to process the situation.
"Who are you?" he repeats.
"My name is 'Mommy'."
"No it's not! That's not a name! You know what I mean!"
"What reason would I have to lie to you, baby? If I'm telling you my name is 'Mommy', then it's 'Mommy'. Got that?"
"Your first name..."
Before he can finish his sentence, she reaches out and unexpectedly gives his bum a good hard smack. He yelps and jumps up on the spot. She looks at him sternly as he rubs his now sore bum.
"It's Mommy. My first name is Mommy," she says firmly, "and my family name is 'Bitch-Breaker'."
He looks up at her with a mixture of confusion and shock. Is that even a real name? She smirks and begins to caress his fringe.
"M-M-Mommy Bitch-Breaker?" he asks, raising both of his eyebrows.
"Mhm. A double barrelled surname."
Before he can utter another word, she puts a cloth in front of his mouth a nose. The scent from the cloth makes him faint immediately. She grabs him by the arms as he begins to fall to the floor, preventing him from collapsing, and hauls his comatose body over her shoulder, like a baker might do with a sack of flour.
"Too easy," she says triumphantly to herself as she exits the room.
Some time passes and he wakes up to find himself laying on a bed. His first thought is to get up off of the bed, but he discovers his hands are handcuffed to the bedposts. His fingers curl into fists and he pulls hard, to no avail.
He tries to scream but a ball gag blocks his mouth. All that comes out is a muffled squeak. The bed shakes violently as he panics, but he quickly concludes fighting is futile.
As he catches his breath, the lady apparently named 'Mommy' enters the room. She's naked, except for a pair of black knee-high boots and she has a huge grin on her face. His gaze instantly fixes on her. The most striking thing about her is the thick penis extending at least half way down her thigh, it's flaccid form dangling, swinging gently with her every step. It's length is possibly into the double digits (inches).
"Hello, baby," she says sultrily, "You look so cute down there."
Knowing he will be unable to speak coherent sentences due to the ball gag, he remains silent. She waits at the other end of the bed for a reaction from him, and when it becomes clear none is forthcoming she licks her lips, seeming to relish the fact that he has already given up. Fresh tears run down his face.
"It's a good thing I restrained you, or you may have put yourself in danger," she continues, "the streets are a dangerous place, especially for feral boy like you. You will need to be tamed and trained, and I'm going to groom you real good. A little discipline never hurt anyone."
She walks to a corner of the room, to a chest of draws and on top of it are two things: a bottle which reads 'lubricant' in big bold letters and what looks to be a type of ping-pong racket, possibly a custom made one as it has a bright red heart painted on both sides. She picks up both items with one hand and then begins pouring lubricant on her penis. He free hand massages it all over and she lets out a contented sigh upon completion.
He can only look on in horror as she cups her scrotum and grins evilly at him. His legs close up, anticipating what's to come. She puts the lubricant back and places one knee on the bed.
She then bends over him and starts playing with his own scrotum, grabbing it roughly and pulling it, teasing it and tickling it. It doesn't take long for his penis to salute its new friend. She leans down further and gives the head a quick peck.
"There's a good boy," she says, "you love it when Ms. Bitch-Breaker plays with you, huh?"
He shakes his head defiantly. Seeing this, she rolls her eyes and begins stroking the underside of his penis's shaft with a well manicured nail. This stimulates it further, and when she senses he is getting close to an orgasm she stops.
"Stop trying to resist baby. I know you want me, 'Mommy Bitch-Breaker', to make you feel good. Just relax and let Ms. Bitch-Breaker take care of you."
Her lips return to his penis and they suck on it. Her tongue also makes his presence known and strokes his shaft. Seeing him trying to resist the pleasure he is experiencing she smiles and, as he is getting close to an orgasm, she removes her orifice from his penis.
"We're going to make a rule now," she says, looking directly at him with a smirk, "that you're not allowed to orgasm unless my penis is inside you, because I own that ass! Break that rule and Mommy will have to spank you. Hard. Nod if you understand."
He nods frantically, afraid of what could happen if he displeases her. As he does so, she gives his scrotum repeated hard flicks, ruining his erection. Through the gag, he cries in agony.
"Now then," she says, standing up straight and putting both hands on her hips, "it's time you met Mistress, and I know what you must be thinking: 'oh but Mommy, that's not a real first name'."
She pauses and giggles to herself. His eyes widen in fear and he starts to try and squirm free. Seeing this, she picks up the ping-pong racket and smashes it into his ass. It leaves a bright red mark and a muffled winter his heard through the gag.
"Naughty baby!" she shouts, "Bad boy! No squirming!"
As he stares into her eyes, she raises the racket, threatening to beat him with it again. Figuring he isn't going to fight back anymore, she lowers it. She then turns to leave the room.
"I'll be back in a minute so you can meet your new friend 'Mistress Slut-Savager'," she says, "Perhaps, if you can learn to be trusted, I'll remove the handcuffs, and yes, that is her legal name."
What ensues is perhaps the longest minute (or maybe several minutes) of his life. When she returns, she has her friend Mistress with her, who is similarly naked. Both are wearing ornate Venetian carnival masks -- the lady calling herself Mommy has a pink one and her friend Mistress a black one. Mistress is a darker skinned and an equally as tall penis endowed woman.
Her heavy breasts are also of a similar diameter to 'Mommy', but unlike her, she has considerable girth around her waist, hips and thighs, both from considerable fat and considerable muscle, probably having the body of a wrestler on the weightier side. Finally, she has shoulder length black hair.
"Hello there," Ms. Slut-Savager begins, stroking her shorter penis as she does, "Ms. Bitch-Breaker has been telling me all about you. What a cute little boy you are, and such a nice fuckable ass!"
As before, all he can do is whimper. Hearing his cries, Ms. Bitch-Breaker raises the racket and meets him with a fierce gaze. His legs reflectively come together to protect his penis. Both of the women laugh at this.
"So cute," Ms. Slut-Savager comments, "you did well Mommy."
"I know," she says, nodding to her friend, "You got the camera ready?"
"Of course. I love watching you bring out the slutty side these little boys may not have known they had."
In all his panic he didn't notice the remote the lady calling herself 'Mistress' was holding, nor the ceiling camera behind her Both women burst into fits of laughter. He starts squirming in the bed, bouncing futilely up and down on the mattress. With one hard smack, Ms. Bitch-Breaker silences him.
"Some boys are destined for a life of servitude."
"Indeed they are Mistress, indeed they are. It's a good thing we saved this little one from a life on the streets and are putting him back on the 'straight and narrow'. He's begging to have that ass filled."
With the camera now recording, Mommy holds his legs up and spits in the direction of his anus. The saliva trickles down his testicles and into his anus. She spits again, eliciting laughter from Mistress.
"Got to make sure my penis will slide right in," Mommy says happily.
His anus now lubed, she places both of her hands on the bed and begins her descent into his realm. Her long girthy penis stalks across the mattress, seemingly intimidating his own. His shifts away from her body and leans into his, as though wanting the protection that he cannot provide. He knows the natural order of things: predators find and devour prey.
This lady calling herself Mommy is little more than a brute... and yet... she's so damn hot. The kind of person he would absolutely pay to spend time with, could he afford her. Yet here she is, scaring the life out of him: a vulnerable eighteen year old who is about to be kicked out by his foster-parents because he has reached adulthood (and they are no longer legally required to house him).
Mistress leaves the room, letting Mommy get on with proceedings alone. Upon the closing of the door, Mommy's attention returns her new toy. She smiles sweetly at him and strokes his hair repeatedly, those it doesn't have the effect of calming him down.
"Baby, relax," she whispers to him, "I know what you want. I know you want this. To have a mommy like Mommy to love and make you feel good, and trust me, I will."
He starts whimpering again and she leans in close to kiss him on his forehead. As she does so, her hands shift to wipe away the tears from his cheeks. Having swept up a few of his tears, she sucks the water off of her fingers, as though to suggest his tears are a precious commodity to be treasured.
"Sh, sh, sh baby," she coos, "you'll do just fine. Let's get you filled up."
With that, her penis knocks on his anus. Somehow she has managed to line it up perfectly without even looking. As her penis forces its way inside, she removes the gag and quickly goes in for an aggressive kiss, pressing her lips hard against his before any words have a chance to come out of his mouth.
His attempts to scream send vibrations through her mouth, which in turn excites her further. Her hands interlock with his own and her larger tongue pounds his own into submission.
With the head of her penis now firmly inside his body, she slowly swivels her hips, opening up the hole further. This continues for a few minutes, until out of nowhere she really begins her destruction of his anus.
Her now errect penis -- which if not before is certainly of a double digit length now - thrusts all the way inside him in one go in one violent push, perhaps suggesting he has been playing with himself before, but she doesn't comment. His back tries to arc but she keeps him pinned with her huge breasts and arms. Feeling him push up against her body, she breaks from the kiss and giggles menacingly.
Before he can think of anything to say, she starts to pull out her penis, causing him even more pain. When her penis is about half way out, she thrusts it back in again, barely giving him a chance to catch his breath. All that comes out of his mouth are high-pitched, some might say boyy, screams.
"I know how much you love it baby," she says, "I read through all of your social media. Let me be the mommy you never had. I'll never treat you wrong."
As much as he would like to reply, his brain isn't able to form coherent thoughts. All he can focus on is the pain in his lower body and he is tossed about on the bed by her now violent thrusting. His face grimaces as he tries to both cope with her girth and resist the pleasure she is giving him.
"I know you're fed up of being bullied and wronged your entire life, baby," she continues, "but, don't worry, I'll always treat you right."
"P-please..." he struggles.
She pulls her penis out a bit and finds his prostate. She strokes it with the head of penis and presses against it, forcing a more pleasure into him. She smirks at him as she does and he is unable to utter another word.
"What was that baby?" She asks him sweetly.
"I... I..."
"Mommy knows you love it baby. She knows how much of an uncouth little slut you are."
With those words, she resumes thrusting. She thrusts harder and faster this time. Her testicles bash violently against his glutes and with her next words it suddenly dawns on him how feminine he feels.
"How does it feel to have a real man's cock inside you, huh baby? Perhaps we should cover your oversized cock with some panties."
"Urghhhh... stop. Slower!"
"Ha-ha-ha, can my baby not handle a real cock? Are you really that pathetic? Come on, show Mommy you can handle a woman's cock."
"B-but it..."
Her thrusts continue with increased vigour as she cuts him off by smothering her breasts in his face. She holds them there whilst she punches hard against his gut and his muffled screams can be heard underneath her.
This continues for several minutes before she lifts herself up and allows him catch his breath, at which point she reaches underneath herself and begins twisting both of his nipples. His eyes follow her chest up and down as it heaves and wobbles with every smash of her penis inside him. The motion of his body is like a pendulum, pushed forwards with her penis and quickly pulled back by it too.
"Oh, it looks like my baby is starting to looove his mommy's thick cock," she comments, bending to look between her swaying breasts and noting the pre-cum erupting from his penis.
"N-n-n..."
"Shh, baby. Let Mommy take care of you. This is what you want deep down, I know it."
"N-n..."
He shakes his head violently as her ramming continues. Seeing this, she takes his head with both of her hands and holds it in place. He is about to scream when she puts her lips over his. Their tongues wrestle and his is quickly subdued.
They kiss for minutes, all the while she is pounding away with increasing vigour, but still managing to remain controlled. When she finally breaks away from the kiss, she quickly puts the gag back over his mouth before he can say anything. She smiles and boops his nose.
"You know your mommy loves you, don't you, baby?" She whispers into his ear, "I don't let just anyone take my thick cock. Only special boys like you. I can feel your cock oozing cum already."
All he can do is mewl pathetically in response. She continues penetrating him like this for a few more seconds until he starts orgasming. Sensing his impending orgasm, she picks up the pace even more, almost bursting through his prostate with the force of her pounding, and laughs heartily at him, adding to the humiliation he is feeling.
"Ha-ha-ha, that's right, cum for Ms. Bitch-Breaker," she growls, with another hard smack of his glutes, "cum for me you dirty little whore."
Her cruel laughter sends shivers down his spine and he starts to cry again. Only this time the fight has disappeared from him. His body flops around on the bed as she finishes him off and his semen erupts out.
"I know you love it baby," she continues, "why else would you orgasm so hard, hmm?"
She smiles menacingly at him. As he turns his head in shame, she guides his face back -- so that it is facing her again. She learns in for a quick kiss on his forehead and then whispers into his ear.
"A few years ago, you put on your profile that you wanted to own your own ranch and be a cowpoke when you grow up, so how about we try some rodeo? Let's see if you've got what it takes. So how about it baby, you want to try riding your mommy?"
She pulls herself away from him, finally removing her thick girth from inside of him, slowly but surely. As she does so, she unlocks one pair of handcuffs, but -- having been aggressively broken already -- he does not have the energy to run -- not that he could with his scrawny frame. When her near foot-long penis is removed, she gives his bum another harsh slap.
"Of course you do!" she exclaims, "I've turned you into a cock loving whore already."
He tries to protest the insult but the gag still blocks his mouth. She laughs at him and twists his body around so that his back is now facing her. She holds both of his arms together and puts the removed pair of handcuffs back on his arm and takes the other arm to meet it behind his back. Looking behind, he can see her penis twitching in the corner of his eye.
She then gets on all fours on the bed and, much to his dismay, slowly begins re-inserting her penis into him. When it's fully inside, she wraps her arms around him, hold him in a tight embrace and flips herself around so she's now underneath him, with her legs dangling off of the end of the bed.
"Let's see if you can handle this beast, baby," she says excitedly, whilst leaning back into the bed, "she's very excited at the moment. I doubt you'll be able to subdue her, but we'll see."
She pushes his torso off of her own and then holds him in place by pinching on his nipples. He groans at her touch but is still too weak to fight back. She wriggles her penis around inside him, opening him up more, but he doesn't take the hint.
"Come on baby, ride me," she says, pouting, "you said you wanted to be a cowpoke. I wanna see those riding skills."
She gives his bum a good hard slap and he straightens his back in response to the pain. She then moves her hands to his hips and starts to push and pull him up and down on her shaft, albeit it slowly, encouraging him. He groans, both from the pain and the pleasure.
Liking the sound of his groans, she reaches up to remove the gag from his mouth. It falls to his neck this time and he takes several laboured breathes as he is punched in the gut by her penis. After a few minutes of gentle pounding of penis and her hands groping his glutes, he musters the courage to say something.
"D-don't horse riders use, um, whips..." he manages to say before she cuts him off by putting a hand over his mouth.
"You want to spank, your mommy, is that it, baby?" she says, disturbingly sweetly, "how dare you have such thoughts! After all I've done for you too. I believe you need a spanking, baby."
He twists and turns in her grip, trying desperately to get away with what little energy he may have left. She manages to hold him in place with just one hand across his thighs and in his panic he doesn't see her free hand reaching into the bedside cabinet. She pulls out a plain back riding crop.
"What a pathetic cowboy you turned out to be," she scolds him, "Mommy will show you what it means to be a real cowboy. I'll tame you once and for all."
"W-what do you mean?" he asks, his words shaky.
"No more talking!"
She whips him harshly on the thigh, eliciting a yelp from him. His entire body spasms upwards and off of her own, but not enough to break free from her penis. When he lands back down, she spanks his leg again, making him rise again.
"Giddy up bitch," she yells as she starts trusting her hips upwards, "faster you little slut!"
She smacks him more, causing him to yelp louder each time. Her smacks speed up, as does his bouncing. It doesn't take long for his legs and glutes to become red with pain.
Her own larger testicles smash violently against his own, ruining whatever second orgasm he might hope receive as a consolation for all of the pain. Her penis suffers no such side effects and she is quite enjoying the slapping of skin against skin, her virile testicles thoroughly succeeding in emasculating him. They are at least three times the size of his own pathetic pair, much to his terror.
"Yeeaah, that's it bitch," she drawls, with an another smack of his bum with the crop, "such a good horsey for Ms. Bitch-breaker."
"Ow! Ow. It hurts! It hurts!" he cries in agony.
"Nobody said being Ms. Bitch-Breaker's bitch was going to be easy," she says through gritted teeth, "so just shut up and take it, bitch!"
With that last word, she gives on particularly hard thrust against him. Were she not holding him in place, he might have fallen off the bed it was so violent. He yelps in pain and tugs on the handcuffs. As much as he would like to orgasm, the continued smashing of her vastly superior testicles against his keeps his own penis in check.
"You're my bitch!" she yells, noting the movement of his wrists and giving him another harsh smack on his glutes, "That's right, a bitch! Squirm all you want, try to deny it, but you know it's true, and nobody is coming to take you from me! Face it, I own you now!"
After some time has passed, she leans back and sighs in contentment, though doesn't let up on the abuse. Her degradation and demolishing of his anus continue for maybe another hour or so, and all throughout, she barely brakes a sweat. Over the course of the hour, she tries a variety of different positions whilst her penis thrusts continuously.
"You had enough yet, bitch?" she continues, returning to her laying position on the bed, "Because I can keep going all night if I have to. You belong to me, got that?"
With that, she leans in from her laid back position, propped up by her elbows, and bits hard into his neck. As he screams in pain, she continues her assault on his anus, and after a few more minutes have past, she finally orgasms, the sound of his screams finally sending her 'over the edge'.
Her much larger penis pauses its battering and her sperm fills him up and she spews what for him would be more that week's worth of semen. With her torment not showing any sign of subsiding, he uses the brief reprieve to fall into her breasts, his head nestling between them. They're so soft and wonderful, like cushions from heaven.
She embraces him gently, slowly wrapping her arms around him and holding him close. She then starts to pepper the top of his head with kisses. All he can do is lay there, totally out of breath, crying and unable to speak as she uses him however she sees fit.
"That was very intense, wasn't it, baby?" She whispers into his ear as she lowers herself back into the bed, "But I knew you could handle it. You did so well. You're were such a good a boy for Ms. Bitch-Breaker. A very good boy."
They stay laying for a few minutes, her hands fondling his hair and her kissing continuing, as he catches his breath, until naked and still masked Ms. Slut-Savager then struts into the room, holding a tablet computer and a penis shaped cage. She smiles at them and hands both items to Ms. Bitch-Breaker, who sits up and takes them with one hand. She then places them on the bed beside her.
"How did the recording go?" asks Ms. Bitch-Breaker.
"Perfect," Ms. Slut-Savager answers.
He suddenly finds some energy and weakly attempts to escape his cuddler's embrace. She pulls the gag back over his mouth and then wraps her hands around him in a tighter embrace, and starts whispering "sshing" noises into his ear. Ms. Slut-Savager smirks at him and then turns to leave the room.
"We got in contact with your foster parents, baby," she says with glee, her mouth still next to his ear, "and guess what?"
He remains silent, refusing to react to the news. Sensing his renewed unease, she reaches for the tablet and plays a recording on it. He immediately recognises the voice of his foster parents.
"What did you say your name what again?" he hears his foster father ask.
"I like to be called Mommy," the sultry voice of Ms. Bitch-Breaker says, "I hope that's not too weird for you."
"I've never known anybody to have that name," he continues, "but if that's your actual name then fair enough."
"It's both a name and a title. Just like any other parent."
"Uh, right, sure thing."
As the recording progresses, she starts flexing her glutes and pumping her penis inside him at a steady, controlled pace. He is bounced around on her penis, making listening to the recording difficult, but does his best to remain focused despite her virile movements. As she thrusts, she continues to hold him close, his head now sandwiched in her cleavage.
"Because you want to be his new mommy?" his foster mother asks.
"Mhm, I'll look after him for you, and I'll never treat him wrong," the voice of Ms. Bitch-Breaker says, now oozing with arousal.
"So you say you'll gladly take our trash of a son off of our hands?" His father asks.
"Hmhm," Ms. Bitch-Breaker moans, "he's usually at the 'gaming café' in the evenings, isn't he?"
The realisation dawns on him: just like his birth parents, his foster parents don't care about him at all. He whimpers, the gag not letting him fully cry out in pain. It's not just the recording that's making him cry, but Ms. Bitch-Breaker's increasing ferocity too. As they are now sitting on the edge of the bed, her violent movements having shifted her body forwards, this gives her own testicles a wider angle with which to swing, giving them even more potency than before.
"Yes, he's normally there," his father groans, "If you find him, you can keep him, we don't care. He's eighteen now, so that means the state isn't paying us to keep him anymore."
Ms. Bitch-Breaker suddenly drops the tablet on the floor and picks up the black riding crop. With one arm still wrapped around his torso, she whips the still struggling boy on the bum with the ring crop. His body spasms at the feeling of the sharp slap against his skin.
"Stop struggling!" she shouts, "Fucking slut! Have you even been listening to me? I own you now. Don't you get it?"
Another harsh slap with the riding crop. This time it's followed by her biting his ear. The smacking of skin against skin then gets gradually louder and louder as her ferocity begins to increase again, not having been tired out in the slightest by all of her prior thrusting.
"I'm far more manly than you are," she continues, "I'm twelve inches. You're so pathetic you can barely be referred to as a male of the species. Isn't that right, slut?"
Despite everything, her assault on his prostate was succeeding in keeping him incredibly aroused. It wasn't fair. He wanted to escape and yet his body was somehow displaying exactly the opposite message.
"See?" she says, "You love it when Mommy Bitch-Breaker breaks your tight virgin ass. Not that you can ever stop me from getting what I want."
"Mmmmph," he screeches behind the ball gag.
"What was that, baby? You want your new mommy to be rougher and more aggressive? Sure. Your mommy can be rougher and more aggressive, just for you baby."
She hooks both of her arms underneath his shoulders and, still holding him tightly against her chest, she gets up off of the bed. Once she's standing up, one arm is hooked behind his knees and it pushes them up to his chest with ease. She then starts walking around the room.
"Let's show the world how much more your new mommy loves you than your previous mommy," she says, with one particularly hard thrust, "Let's also show them how much you love your new mommy fucking you in the ass. Let's show them how slutty you truly are."
She marches over to the window and rests his feet on the windowsill. As much as he would like to struggle, he's now trapped between her torso and the window. Her tongue swirls around in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
"Mm," she continues, taking hold of his penis between her little finger and her thumb, "you love it so much baby, I can tell."
He presses his head into her soft breasts, the only comfort in the situation. He then turns his head to cry into her breast. Sensing this, she pushes her breasts together with her arms, hoping to suffocate him whilst she continues battering his bum. In the end he's forced to look at their reflection on the glass pane as he pants for air.
"That's right," she says, her voice full of pride, "see what a slut you've become! Let's show the world how slutty you are!"
Even with her increased vigour, she is still able to keep a steady pace throughout. After about ten minutes his body starts to jitter and both of them know what's coming. Taking his impending orgasm as a cue, she pauses her thrusts and quickly bends down to grab the discarded tablet. Her other hand stops stroking his penis
She smiles with glee as she holds it in front of him. Her free hand flutters across the screen and goes to a social media page, which he intermediately recognises as his own. Though in his delirious state, he doesn't notice that she's using his own social media account to stream the video, having used a password cracker to get inside.
"Let's record a short video for your friends, baby," she coos into his ear as she taps on the record button, "to show them how much you love your new mommy."
He tries to scream as loudly as he can but the ball gag allows only a squeak out. Upon hearing his squeak, she laughs heartily. She then resumes her thrusting, paying particular attention to his prostate again. He tries to squirm within her grip and she knows she has him right where she wants him.
"Does my baby want to cum?" she taunts.
Trying to ignore the feeling, he attempts to focus on the video feed, hoping the shame of it all will somehow subdue his penis. He notices the camera somehow knows to put a black rectangle with the word "censured" over her face -- following it as she moves, yet it keeps his own face in full HD. Not that it would matter of course, because she is wearing that rather ominous Venetian carnival mask anyway.
"Baby," she whispers, bending her neck down to give his ear a lick, "I know you know your mommy loves you. You can orgasm for me. All you have to do is ask."
She removes the gag from his mouth and immediately covers his mouth with her hand, preventing him from saying anything. She then places the tablet on the windowsill and uses her other hand to strangle his penis.
"How much do you want to cum, baby?" she asks.
Behind her hand, he tries form words but it's no use: all he can do is moan in pleasure. Her years of experience are telling her a new orgasm is building once again, so she holds his scrotum tightly, causing him immense pain. The lick of his ear then sends shivers down his spine.
"Inform your online nerd friends of how badly you want to cum," she says coldly, "go on, tell them."
She removes her hand from his mouth and he's panting for air, his inexperience clearly showing for all watching the stream. She's still barely broken a sweat however. The mixture of pain and pleasure makes it hard for words to come out of his mouth.
"N-n-n...ooh," he moans, "Ah, fuck! It hurts."
Sensing resistance from him, she keeps up the pressure on his prostate. Her free hand reaches for one of his nipples and she resumes licking his ear, further clouding his brain. After only mere seconds he gives on trying to resist.
"P-please let me cum," he squeaks.
"What was that?" she taunts, "We couldn't quite hear you."
"I want to cum!"
"Where are your manners, baby?"
She removes her hand from his nipple and reaches behind her to grab the riding crop. She wacks him on his thigh with it, causing him to yelp. The hand holding his scrotum is strong, and prevents him from moving however.
"Ask politely baby!" she says firmly, giving his bum another harsh smack with the crop, "Who do you want to let you cum?"
"I-I, w-want..." he manages to whimper before being interrupted by her.
"If you want your mommy to let you cum, all you have to do is ask, baby."
"Please mommy, I really need to cum."
"And you love your mommy very much, don't you, baby?"
"Y-yes, yes I do. P-please just let me cum!"
"I will in just one second, baby."
"W-what?"
She lets go of the crop and with one hand she switches to a new tab in the web browser. It has his social media profile options on it. She flicks through the settings and changes his relationship status from "single" to "happily married" and she adds herself as his spouse, her profile image that of herself shown from the neck down wearing a plain crop top and short-shorts.
"I own this ass now. You got that?" she says coldly, as she removes her hand from his scrotum, "Now you cum for your mommy!"
With that last word, she gives on particularly hard shove against his prostate, her girthy penis crushing it. Her hand now removed from his penis, it allows her own testicles to now batter his own especially hard, further reinforcing how much more manly she is than him. He tries to resist, knowing he's on camera, but it's no use: she's just too experienced. His semen spurts out as though her own testicles are beating it out of him.
"That's right, baby," she encourages, her voice full of lust, "cum for your mommy. Show your sad nerd friends how much you love your mommy's thick cock!"
He's never felt so thoroughly humiliated in his life. All of his friends can now see how this powerful lady -- Mommy Bitch-Breaker - has broken and beaten him to mush. She uses her fingers to coax out any stragglers from among his sperm.
"Awh," she taunts, "Did my baby just cum? You must have really wanted to show your friends how much you love your mommy's thick cock."
Whilst she continues taunting him, the speed of her battering increases steadily. Despite her ferocity, he's the only one making boyy noises, and each scream serves to make her more aroused. She growls and grunts loudly in tandem with her smashing of his anus.
"Now it's the man's turn cum!" She shouts, as both of her hands simultaneously smack his glutes, "Get ready bitch, Mommy always has loads!"
Around his head he can feel her mighty breasts swaying happily as they bounce around, in synch with the moment of her hips. The sight of the huge orbs flashing in the corner of his eyes is helping to make him dizzy, as if the physical pain wasn't already enough. Seeing him close his eyes, she picks up the crop again and starts smacking him repeatedly and his boyy sequels resume, much to her delight.
"Yeah, that's right, bitch!" she taunts, "Squeal like the dirty little piggy you are. Show all of your gross nerd friends how much of a pathetic cock loving whore you've become!"
"M-mommy, it h-hurts!" he cries, eliciting laughter from her.
"Two orgasms say otherwise bitch!" she shouts, "Now shut up and take it!"
She moves one hand to his mouth, muffling his screams once again. With her other hand, she moves both of his thighs up, allowing her much larger penis more freedom to move around inside him. Her testicles too, take advantage of his new curled up position. Whereas each of his testicles are just about the size of peanuts, hers are at the very least the size of kiwis, kiwis which are now making his entire penis recoil with every pound against it.
"Look at how well your slutty friend is taking his mommy's fat cock!" she affirms, "I bet you wish you could be in his place. It feels good, doesn't it bitch? Doesn't it?"
With that last word, she removes her hand and gives one particularly hard thrust into him. He wants to scream at the top of his lungs, but by now he's lost his voice. All that comes out is a little boyy sounding gasp, but it's enough to send her 'over the edge'.
She pauses her thrusting, with her penis deep inside him and bites down on his ear hard. As she does so, huge amounts of semen start spewing from inside her. Her testicles visibly compress and expand as they pump more semen then he could hope to make in a week inside his battered and bruised body.
"Ah," she sighs, "Fuck! Breeding little boys is what I do best."
Whilst still orgasming, she violently tosses his now limp body to the floor. His head hits the window on his way down, causing him to lie awkwardly against the radiator, his legs bent at the knees and his forehead resting on the windowsill. She gives him another shove -- this time with her foot - and he collapses to the floor and his body disappears from the live stream. Semen continues to squirt out of her penis and she presses down on it to douse his rear in several lines of the thick white stuff.
Upon closing the tab containing the steam, she remembers she wanted to change is profile image. With this in mind, she takes the tablet and goes of to find Ms. Slut-Savager. As she does so, he tries his best to move, but the pounding has just been too great. His legs hurt so much, but he can just about shuffle around on his knees.
From his new kneeling position, his mouth can just about reach the handle with which the window would open... except it's locked. The key is nowhere to be found and, try as he might, the handle just won't budge. At the moment, Ms. Bitch-Breaker walks back in, followed by Ms. Slut-Savager, both still wearing their masks, and she immediately reaches for the riding crop and starts aggressively smashing it against is bum and lower back.
"Ow, ow!" he cries, "Argh, it hurts!"
"You shouldn't have tried to escape then, should you?" Ms. Bitch-Breaker says matter-of-factly.
"Tsk-tsk," Ms. Slut-Savager says, "Your mommy loves you and cares for you and you repay her by trying to run away? Shame on you!"
She adds to the pain by striking him hard with the ping-pong racket from earlier. Ignoring the tears streaming down his face, she hauls him up onto the bed and lets him fall backward into the mattress. It's only now that he notices "Mommy" has clothed herself in an expensive set of underwear.
Struggling to cover hear breasts is an intricately designed black bra. Around her waist is a black garter. Covering her penis is a thong of the same design.
Ms. Slut-Savager takes the tablet from the windowsill and opens up the camera application on it. Ms. Bitch-Breaker holds him still with both hands as Ms. Slut-Savager takes the photograph. All he can do is whimper quietly.
"Smile for the camera, bitch!" Ms. Bitch-Breaker says with glee.
Ms. Bitch-Breaker lifts him up with ease by his shoulders and walks onto the bed with him in her arms. She drags him along and goes to sit in front of the cushions. Her legs are spread out, allowing him to sit between her soft yet clearly muscular thighs. Behind him, he can feel her penis twitch against his back as her own thong struggles to contain it.
His head rests comfortably between her breasts as he slumps down. She pulls him up a little with her arms, allowing her to rest her rest her chin on his head. Ms. Slut-Savager then walks around the front of the bed to take another photograph, inducing more tears from him.
She taps and swipes a few times and then turns the tablet around to reveal his updated profile page. The profile picture has been changed to the photograph she has just taken: him with a backdrop of Ms. Bitch-Breaker who is hugging him tightly, except a black rectangle covers all of her face, again with the word "censured" on it. As he gasps in shock, Ms. Bitch-Breaker takes the opportunity to pull the ball gag back over his mouth.
"You two look so hot together," Ms. Slut-Savager comments as one of her hands reaches down to squeeze her penis, "it's like you were made for each other."
"I know," says Ms. Bitch-Breaker