Chapter 3: The 2nd Battle Royale: A Daughter Defeated

“Wait,” said Alex and the unexpected command coming from the fourteen-year-old boy now made Shotgun turn his head and look at him with an expression of surprise on his face.

“I wanna take my clothes off for this,” said Alex and, before anyone could respond Elyse’s son had crouched down and started to untie his boots. It was a statement and an action that completely caught Elyse by surprise and, not only that, it was a thought which filled her with an overwhelming sense of horror.

I ... what ... this ... this can’t be happening. Oh god ... what ... what is actually happening? Is my own son ... my own fourteen-year-old son ... is he actually taking off all of his clothes in front of me?

Now as the pretty Catholic mom watched, she saw that this was exactly what Alex was doing. For, as Elyse stood there seemingly frozen in disbelief; her very own fourteen-year-old son quickly removed his boots before standing up straight. Later it would occur to Elyse that this would have been the perfect time to attack and, if she had, she most likely would have been able to beat him into submission and free her entire family. Of course, that was assuming that Shotgun was true to his word. Unfortunately though, the shock of watching her own fourteen-year-old son casually taking off his clothes right in front of her now pushed all rational thought right out of Elyse’s trembling and half crazed mind. Now, Alex had been successful in taking off his shoes and socks and, a moment later, he had removed his belt and opened his pants. From her position just a few feet away on the kitchen floor, Elyse watched the opening of her son’s pants in dismay. His pants were now open and Elyse could see the surprisingly large bulge that indicated what was still hiding there.

They ... they’re. These boys ... these horrible, horrible boys. They ... they want ... oh god, they want my own son to stick his already erect penis in ... inside of me!!! Oh god if I lose this contest then Alex will ... no, no I am not going to let that happen. I’ll ... I’ll stop him or something will happen. Someone ... someone will come by and put a stop to all this madness because no matter ... no matter what I can’t end up being forced to fuck my only son!!!!

Elyse wanted to believe that it was true. That she had nothing to worry about and that, before the night was over, she still was going to be able to say that she hadn’t been fucked by her very own son. But it was getting harder to convince herself of that, Elyse knew, because of the massive and expanding feeling of fear that grew from the pit of her stomach and continued to radiate outwards. Meanwhile, Elyse’s ability to convince herself that things weren’t going to get any worse only lessened. For now Alex had hooked his thumbs inside the uppermost edge of his underpants and these he pushed down along with his pants and now, what Elyse saw shocked her to her core. For the pretty Catholic mom saw to her horror that her son’s cock was already rock hard and standing erect but worst of all was that the penis of her own fourteen-year-old son was least as large as her husbands.

Oh!!!! Oh my god!!!! It ... it’s so large. But I ... I still think of Alex as ... I still think of Alex as being my little boy!!!! But that ... his thing ... it’s so ... so thick and large. I ... I think it’s bigger than Stephen’s ... and its color! My god the tip of my own son’s penis is practically purple and there ... there are so many veins ... all bulging blue and right beneath the surface! I ... oh god, if ... if my own fourteen-year-old son was ever able to stick his penis in me when it was that large and that hard ... I ... I just don’t what I would do!!!

As Elyse had been frozen in terror with her hideous and horrible thoughts, Alex finished undressing. There was nothing she could for Elyse could not look away. Instead, all the pretty Catholic mom could do was stand there and stare. Her hand went over her mouth and covered it in a state of shock as her own fourteen-year-old son stood before her, only now he was completely naked and Elyse found that she still couldn’t look away. She did, however, let out a cry that was a piercing mix of the horror and shock and shame that she felt, emotions that the pretty Catholic mom thought might consume her.

“Oh god Alex please stop!”

Finally, Elyse regained enough composure that she was able to blurt out the phrase. It was all that she was able to do though, at least for the moment, for the modest and conservative mom from suburban Ohio was simply not strong enough mentally to deal with the unbelievable reality that was happening right there on her kitchen floor.

I saw his penis. Good god I just stared at my own fourteen-year-old son’s penis. I ... I didn’t want to. It ... it was like a car accident. Just ... just something so horrible that you are unable to look away.

“Come on mom, let’s get on with this. The more you try to drag this out the more likely it is that our new friends will punish Dad or even Mallory.”

The words her son now spoke were probably the only ones in the world that could have shattered Elyse’s state of frozen fear but, now, that is exactly what they did. Still, the pretty Catholic mom just couldn’t shake the depravity of it all and the image it conjured up in her mind. For, in the mind’s eye of the pretty Catholic mom, Elyse could see, with crystal clear clarity, the two of them. They were naked on the kitchen floor with her son on top of her as he lay between her widely spread legs. Perhaps worst of all, in this vision, Alex’s pelvis was moving up and down indicating that her very own fourteen-year-old son was plunging his huge penis deep into her pussy and he was doing it over and over again. Now, even with all the completely unimaginable things that had already happened today, Elyse was completely repulsed by that vision. Indeed, the idea of her own fourteen-year-old son fucking her was still so completely unfathomable that it had not even occurred to her that this was a potential danger.

“Alex!!!! But we can’t!!!”

Elyse now opened her eyes. The pretty Catholic mom hadn’t even realized that she had closed them as she had been so consumed by the horrifying vision in her mind of her son fucking her on the family’s kitchen floor but now her nightmare came flooding back as Elyse now desperately searched for a way out of her predicament.

Don’t look at his penis. Don’t ... don’t look at your only son’s penis.

This one frantic thought now kept repeating inside Elyse’s mind but she quickly found that it was an almost impossible thing to avoid. For, as Elyse stood there in anguish, her eyes seemed to be inexorably drawn to it and, however horrific the past few minutes had been, things now got even worse. For, if anything, it now seemed as if her very own son’s massively rigid erection had only grown in size.

“We have to,” Alex now said matter of factly.

“I mean we both know where this is going. We’re going to fight and you, a forty two year old full grown mom, are going to be easily defeated by your own fourteen-year-old son. I’m going to beat you down, strip you naked and then shave your pussy. Now what do you think is going to happen after that? I’ll tell you. What’s going to happen is that our friend here-”

Alex now casually waved his hand at Shotgun as if anyone in the room needed him to point out who he meant.

“-our friend here is going to give you another chance to save yourself. Well, both yourself and Mallory. Shotgun here is going to say that if you can stop me from fucking you then he’ll admit that he was wrong and that women are just as good as men in everything they do and yadda, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah etcetera, etcetera. Then he’ll apologize and they’ll all leave and bother us no more. But, if you don’t want to fight anymore then you’ll have to admit that you surrender and that he was right and you were wrong and women are actually only on this earth so that men can fuck their pussies and use them as a place to cum. Then, you and Mallory will have to lay down on the floor, spread your legs and you can prove that you mean what you said by just lying there while each boy here takes his turn fucking your pussy as many times as he wants. I mean, I’m sure, at that point, that both dad and I will also fuck both you and Mallory at least once but probably multiple times. Oh and I am sure you and Mallory will have to lick each others pussies too so I should make sure you are aware of that. So, you admit defeat and surrender or else you can fight again. Not much of a choice now is it? You’re probably still thinking you have some chance to win. I mean, you’re not just going to lay down and surrender your cunt and your daughter’s cunt so they both can be used by a bunch of fourteen-year-old boys you have never seen before, not to mention your own son fucking you, your husband fucking your daughter and you lickin’ your daughter’s pussy and her lickin’ yours. So, after I defeat you, you know, humiliate you by taking every last piece of clothing away from you while you desperately try to stop me and then hold you down and shave your pussy, you’re going to choose to fight again to try and keep me from fuckin’ you. All I’m saying is why should we stop and offer you a choice as to whether or not you want to keep fighting or just let everyone fuck you and your own teenage daughter? Why do that when we both know you will choose to fight again? Let’s just not waste everyone’s time. We both know that after I beat you that you are not going to just lay there and surrender your cunt so we’ll combine this fight and the next fight into one and that way we’ll all achieve our common goal of getting these guys out of here as quickly as possible. O.K.?”

Elyse didn’t know what to say for, even though she had a genius IQ, her mind just couldn’t comprehend ideas of such unfathomable repugnance. So, while the pretty Catholic mom simply stood there, her mouth agape as she was utterly unsure of what to do or say to such an incredulous argument, Alex now turned to look at Shotgun and calmly asked him a question.

“You said we could start right?”

“I did,” replied Shotgun, sounding even calmer than Alex.

“Alright then,” said Alex “let’s get this over with”.

Elyse was still frozen although the pretty Catholic mom thought she was now on the verge of being able to move. Still, as she now watched, her own son walked forward without even putting his hands up while, on his face, Elyse’s fourteen-year-old son wore a smug smirk of satisfaction.

I’ll wipe that smug smirk off his face right now thought Elyse as, all of a sudden, the pretty Catholic mom was suddenly enraged.

God, what is the matter with him? Doesn’t he see how sick this all is? How much danger we’re all in?

But, even as brilliant as she was, Elyse simply couldn’t fathom any answers to these questions. In fact, she couldn’t even believe there was any possible reason for Alex to act in such a way. He was just so infuriating. It was like he didn’t care. Apparently, he didn’t care that he had broken his sister’s finger and then, most likely, traumatized her for life when he stripped her naked, shaved off all her pubic hair and then forced his older sister to suffer the indignity of having her own younger brother suck on and lick her pussy until she had her first orgasm. To Alex, at least from Elyse’s point of view, it seemed that everything that was happening, all the pain and humiliation that both she and her daughter had suffered; well, apparently that torment was just a source of amusement to him. It was as if she was just now learning what sort of person her own son was; how he viewed women and what he thought of them and this caused Elyse’s newfound rage to burn even hotter. The pretty Catholic mom was now more furious than she had ever been before and, it was because of that rage, that she suddenly leapt forward with a screeching howl as her right arm shot forward. She would show Alex, the pretty Catholic mom had decided. She would show him as she ripped that smug smirk right off of her own son’s face. In the end, however, that didn’t happen. For Elyse’s sudden attack was an action made in anger and not the sort of thing a real fighter would ever have attempted. For, as Elyse now shot forward with her entire body and not just her arm; she lurched precariously off balance while, at the same time, the pretty Catholic mom left her upper body undefended. Still, Elyse’s surprise attack almost worked for she very nearly did smash her son’s face. But then it had moved out from in front of her fist as it repositioned itself with a blindingly fast speed. Elyse’s surprise punch, which the pretty Catholic mom, in all her rage, had thrown with all her might, now sailed past her own son’s left ear, just barely grazing it and then she was stumbling forward as the momentum of her punch had nothing to stop it. At least, at first Elyse’s forward momentum had nothing to stop it, but then Alex started counterpunching and, unlike the pretty Catholic mom, her fourteen-year-old son’s blows did not miss. Now, Alex’s fists came crashing home as the left one brutalized her soft stomach while the right repeatedly pounded her ribs. It was in and amongst this pain that Elyse’s mind flashed to a movie, it was one where a boxer punched his opponents ribs with so much force that the other man was lifted off the ground. This was what Elyse herself felt like and, although she was now not lifted off the ground, the pretty Catholic mom almost wished that she was for, instead of the force being used to lift up her body, it instead felt as if her ribs were being shoved back until they almost reached her spine. Then Alex’s left fist, just like his right, also started punching repeatedly and Elyse felt her son start to alternate his blows. Now, Alex’s left fist continued to pulverize the pretty Catholic mom’s soft stomach while his right hammered her ribs.

Puk! Pak! Puk! Pak!

Back and forth the two fists went and the sound that they caused made Elyse start to feel as if she was nothing more than a hanging side of beef. Her eyes were now shut tightly against the pain and her body was in too much shock for her to try to escape. In the end, the pretty Catholic mom wasn’t given a chance for, before she could recover from one hammershot blow, the next one came and it was now all Elyse could do to stay on her feet. Then, after what seemed to Elyse to be an eternity of pounding assaults on her midsection, the rain of Alex’s punches finally stopped. Now, for a moment, mom and son simply stood there as each of them tried to catch their breath. Then, Alex stepped away and, as Elyse remained doubled over in pain, the pretty Catholic mom found that her son and his fists had been the only thing holding her up. For there was no strength left in her legs, not after the beating she had just received, and now, once Alex had let her go; the pretty Catholic mom immediately sank to her knees. Then she leaned so far forward that her forehead was touching the floor. At that moment, Elyse would try anything to lessen her pain and sitting up whilst holding her stomach was not getting results. In the end, Elyse’s latest move was just the latest in a long line of mistakes that the pretty Catholic mom would make that night because, while she was hunched over in pain, Alex would give her no quarter and Elyse’s fourteen year old son now proved this by jumping onto her back. It was true that, up until that point, that Elyse’s world was nothing but pain and now that pain radiated outward from a new source. For Alex had backed up and taken a running start and, with this momentum, his landing on his mom sent her body shooting forward and pulled her legs out from beneath her. As it happened, Elyse now screamed in both fear and surprise as, despite her poor stomach which had been cradled by her arms, her hands instinctively flew out in front of her in an attempt to catch her as the front of her body was slammed into the floor. Elyse’s scream then became more of a strangled groan and then a grunt as the full brunt of her son’s weight and momentum came crashing down on top of her. Excruciating pain was now shooting through her body and, seemingly, originating from every part of her. Perhaps the worst of it came from her breasts as those two huge and tender sacs were also crushed under the weight of her son. Additionally, if her breasts were the greatest source of new agony for Elyse, then her shoulders were a close second. For now more sensations of injury came roaring out of her shoulders as it was these tender joints, along with her elbows and wrists, that were what Elyse tried to use when she unsuccessfully stopped herself from being crushed beneath the weight of her son as Alex came slamming in behind her. Unfortunately, Elyse’s arms just weren’t strong enough to fend off such a massive blow and so Elyse now just lay there with her arms splayed out wide. She might have stayed there for hours if for no other reason other than to recover but the pretty Catholic mom would not be allowed this mercy. Instead, almost immediately, Elyse felt Alex moving on top of her and, only a moment later, the fourteen-year-old boy reached out to his left and grabbed Elyse’s arm just by her elbow. He then squeezed it hard, as hard as Elyse thought he was capable of and then, while she struggled Elyse’s left arm quickly began to tremble with exhaustion. Still, the pretty Catholic mom fought as hard as she possibly could to keep her arm outstretched but soon it did more than tremble. It then began to shudder and finally it began to shake and then, through no volition of its own, Elyse’s left elbow was dragged back by her side. Once it was there Alex’s left hand moved faster than Elyse could believe. In one moment his small fingers were painfully encircling her elbow and, in the next, they had moved and grabbed hold of her wrist. Now it was the lower half of Elyse’s arm that was pulled next to her body and while the pretty Catholic mom again fought as hard as she could, it was only a matter of seconds before the entirety of her arm was pulled next to her side. Morose and lying on the floor on her stomach Elyse thought she had lost another contest but, to her surprise and ultimately to her pain, this contest wasn’t over. For, instead of simply holding Elyse’s left arm by her side like she expected, Alex now painfully lifted her wrist off the ground further than it was ever designed to go and, even worse, pulled it behind her back. Now, in the matter of only a second, Elyse’s shoulder erupted of pain and this time it was much worse than anything she had experienced before. For Alex showed her no mercy as Elyse once again started to scream and, this time, it was such a howling screech of anguish that Alex’s latest words barely registered.

“Roll your body to your right mom” Elyse’s son now commanded and the gorgeous forty-year-old suburban soccer mom didn’t stop shrieking as she reluctantly complied. From both behind and on top of her, Elyse felt her son as he moved. He was switching his hands; now, his right hand was encircling her wrist while his left reached down and grabbed ahold of her blazer by the left side of her body. Elyse was finally starting to understand even through the fog of both her terror and her agony. For, before she had rolled her body to the right, some of her blazer’s left side had been pinned beneath her but, now, this was no longer the case. Now, none of the left side of her blazer was trapped beneath her and Elyse could do nothing but watch as her very own fourteen-year-old son now grabbed at her jacket and then tried to pull it down over her arm. This though was something Alex could not do; at least, not while his mom’s left wrist was raised high in the air. And so, Alex lowered that wrist while, at the same time, he pulled it further behind Elyse’s back until the pretty Catholic mom had no choice but to bend at the elbow.

“You’re not doing too good so far mom” Alex said calmly as he now successfully pulled the left side of her jacket down her upper arm. It was not something that the fourteen-year-old boy had to struggle with any more for none of the blazer’s left half was pinned beneath her body and Elyse felt an ache in her heart as her blazer slid past her elbow and didn’t stop until it reached her left wrist. Here it was stuck for Alex’s right hand still had ahold of that wrist and the blazer could not move further while his hand was in its way. So Alex let go of the blazer with his left hand and, with this too, Elyse’s fourteen-year-old son grabbed ahold of her arm. The difference was that, with Alex’s left hand, the boy now grabbed his mom’s arm right at the point that the blazer had passed. Now, with his mom’s left arm still firmly in his grasp Alex grabbed the blazer in his right hand and quickly pulled it off of Elyse’s left arm. With her left arm now freed from the blazer Alex once again lifted her wrist high into the air.

“Bring your right arm next to your body and then roll to your left” Alex commanded and when Elyse hesitated slightly, he raised her arm higher until Elyse’s poor shoulder was, once again, engulfed in a white hot agony. To the pretty Catholic mom, it now felt as if that tender joint might, at any moment, be pulled from its socket. Elyse cried out in pain and then rolled to the left and it only took a second for Alex to remove from under her the portion of the blazer that had been pinned beneath the right side of her body. Whether her son was trying to be merciful or not, Alex did lower her wrist as soon as he had freed the blazer’s material and then he was bending her arm. A moment later, her favorite red blazer had been pulled back over her shoulder. It then went down her arm and past the curve of her elbow. Alex then did his maneuver of switching out his hands and, with nothing left to block its path, Elyse felt her blazer come off her right arm completely. Finally it was free; Alex had successfully taken from Elyse her outermost piece of clothing and the thought that he was not finished now filled the pretty Catholic mom with an overwhelming sense of panic. But there was nothing that she could do for, as she now started to struggle again, Alex grabbed ahold of her wrist and first lifted her left arm before twisting it behind her back. This excruciating agony was now more than what was necessary to make Elyse comply and so, when Alex moved her right hand by her side and then painfully crushed it under his right knee, Elyse clenched her teeth tightly and meekly tried to endure the pain. For this she was rewarded with Alex no longer twisting her arm, instead he now lowered it until it too was placed next to her side. His left knee then was placed down on it as Elyse tried to keep silent. The pain from having the delicate bones of her hands be ground into the kitchen floor was almost unbearable although it was far less excruciating than what Alex had done to her shoulder. Still, Elyse continued to squirm as she wriggled beneath her son and this was even before she felt him grasp hold of her zipper on her dress. That zipper was at the nape of her neck or, at least it was until that moment, for once Alex had ahold of it Elyse’s fourteen-year-old son quickly pulled it down. Now, the back of Elyse’s dress was opening and once the pretty Catholic mom realized what was happening she again started to cry although the noises she made now were ones caused by panic rather than by pain. But Elyse’s struggles and her cries were once again futile for, once the zipper on the back of her dress had been lowered as far as it could go, Elyse heard another sound. This sound was a ripping noise and suddenly Elyse knew that Alex had grabbed the two open sides of the back of her dress and he was pulling them apart with all of his strength. Now, with what seemed to be a silent determination, Elyse’s own fourteen-year-old son seemed intent on completely destroying her dress.

Krrrrrrk!!!!! Krrrrrrk!!!!! Krrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now, from her position of being pinned face down against the floor; Elyse listened in horror as she heard her dress being torn. A moment later, the pretty Catholic mom felt the rip in the dress’s fabric as it moved underneath her belt. It was then traveling over her bottom as Alex reached behind his own body and grabbed ahold of her dress as far down as the tear went. Finally, with one last furious yank in which he used all his force, Elyse’s very own fourteen-year-old son completely ripped her dress in half all the way down to its bottom edge.