Chapter 3

Upon saying that Tyrell lifted his left leg and dropped both his knee and his shin came down on the insides of Lorraine’s thighs. He then seemed to shift all of his weight onto his left knee and shin so that the downward force on his knee and shin pinched the skin on the insides of Lorraine’s thighs painfully against the table. It was an excruciating feeling and Lorraine now gave a yelp of both surprise and pain and, before she could stop herself, she reflexively pulled her thighs apart and out from under Tyrell’s lower leg.

“Hey Mrs Miller. Do you want me kneeling between your legs? I mean everyone here just saw you spread your legs for me so you must, right?”

A sinking sadness filled Lorraine as it seemed a nightmare worse than anything she ever could have imagined was slowly coming true. Still, the gorgeous blond mom knew her line and also knew what she was afraid would happen if she said anything else or nothing at all.

“I ... I think that’s a great idea” she said as her voice wavered. She then forced a smile and wondered if the camera was picking up how much her lips were quivering.

“Good”, said Tyrell. “That’s what I thought you were going to say. Then I guess you won’t mind if I go ahead and do this”.

Tyrell now lowered his body a little more as he then pressed his hands against the inside of Lorraine’s thighs. A moment later the pretty Catholic mom both saw and felt it as the fingers of his hands entered the pant legs of her shorts. It was an feeling more intense than Lorraine would have believed possible but, then again, she had never been so frightened before in her life. A fourteen year old complete stranger now was only a few inches away from touching her on her holiest-of-holies and it took everything Lorraine had to stop herself from sliding away even as Tyrell’s fingertips touched the border of her panties.

“Up bup bup”. Tyrell said and he dug his nails viciously into Lorraine’s inner thighs as she finally succumbed to the urge to pull herself away.

“Come here, come back here.” Tyrell now grabbed ahold of the insides of Lorraine’s thighs before pulling her back towards him and the pain was intense.

“So, here’s what I want you to do,” said Tyrell once he had pulled Lorraine closer to him. With my hands like I have them now, I’m going to push your thighs apart. As I do that I want to slide your hips forward and press yourself hard into me. O.k?”

Lorraine tilted her head all the way back, she thought she would burst out into tears at any second. She closed her eyes and a second later she felt the hands of a small fourteen year old boy she had only been introduced to a few minutes before spread her legs until they wouldn’t go any wider. She then slid her hips forward and grimaced as the seam of her shorts shoved the fabric of her panties directly between the lips of her vagina. Yet, in spite of this, Lorraine now slid her hips forward even further, and she didn’t dare to stop for the sake of her kids. As she slid her hips slowly forward, she felt Tyrell push the legs of her shorts in towards her exposed vagina. His fingertips rapidly slid up her thighs and for the second time in the last few seconds Lorraine felt the boy’s fingertips as they touched the border of her panties.

“Mrs. Miller,” Tyrell now crooned in a sing-songy voice.

“Look at me”.

Lorraine remembered her children and forced herself to look at Tyrell only to see that his face was now aglow with the joy of his victory.

“Aaron, get over here,” Tyrell then commanded and Lorraine was disheartened to find that there was enough room between her widely spread legs for both boys to kneel.

“Here, move in here so you’re as close to your mom as possible,” the black boy then said. “After all, it’s your mom so of course you get to go first”.

“Whatever you say?” Aaron said dreamily. His gaze was locked on his mother as his cock was pressed hard up against the inside of his pants.

“Whatever I say? Good. Then hey, I got an idea. How about your mom teaches you how to kiss? You know, just in case you meet any girls you like? What do you think, Mrs. Miller?”

“I ... I ... well ... I-I think that’s a g-great i ... idea,” Lorraine said. She was still trying to sound enthusiastic even as the horrifying implications of what was happening sent her mind spinning.

“Great” said Tyrell, “you know I think that just the easiest way to do this is just for Aaron to watch me first and see how it’s done. Move aside for a minute Aaron.”

Tyrell now moved Aaron out of the way and then quickly moved forward on his knees. He then placed each of his hands on the inside of Lorraine’s thighs and, once again, tried to open them even wider.

“Maybe any time your around a fourteen year old boy from now on, including your own son, you should open your legs as wide as you can. What do you think Mrs. Miller?”

“I ... well ... I ... I think that’s a great idea,” said Lorraine gloomy as she looked down at the floor in shame.

No matter what happens I can’t let them see me cry ... for my children’s sake and ... and for my own sense of pride she now thought.

Tyrell’s hand was now sliding up over the back of her head as his fingers intertwined themselves in her hair. The young black boy then tilted her head upwards so that her face was facing his. In the end, it was all just too much and, as Lorraine’s mind rebelled, she tried to free herself by twisting and jerking her body from left to right. Yet, rather than succeeding, Lorraine was instead rewarded with pain that burned like fire. For a thousand little pinpricks of heat now boiled out the back of her head as her scalp felt like it was about to be ripped away. Tyrell’s other hand then stopped groping Lorraine’s right buttock and instead clamped down on her right ear before twisting it painfully. Now, agony a thousand times worse than the pain coming from her scalp exploded throughout the right side of her head. Lorraine’s body immediately stopped its thrashing and held still. She rotated her head in the direction that her ear was being twisted, anything to stop that horrible pain.

“Lean forward” said Tyrell as he pulled on Lorraine’s ear forcing her to do as she was told.

“See Aaron, this is how you show a woman whose boss. Don’t worry, I’m not hurting her. We’re just play-acting in order to teach you that your rightful place as a man allows you to do anything you want to any woman, even your own mom, any time you feel like it.”

“Oh ... O.K.” said Aaron with a bit of hesitation in his voice and horror filled Lorraine’s entire body as she heard her son’s agreement. By now it had to be obvious to the boy that his mother hated everything that was happening to her and yet her son didn’t seem to even care. In fact, it was worse than that for, not only didn’t Aaron not seem to care but he actually seemed to approve of everything that was happening to her.

“Then it finally begins,” said Tyrell as he now dragged Lorraine’s mouth towards his and, a moment later, his lips were sliding over hers. He then pulled her upper lip in between his before breaking away and then kissing her again.

“Watch closely now Aaron” Tyrell said after kissing Lorraine again.

Lorraine, meanwhile, tried her hardest to think of her two younger children and what she had to do in order to keep them safe. And so, the pretty Cstholic mom who, up until now, had never been kissed by anyone other than her husband, not only did not resist Tyrell as he now planted his lips firmly against hers but also tried to force herself to participate. Yet, Tyrell’s lips, as they slid over hers with a joyful smacking sound, felt so repulsive as to make her skin crawl with disgust. The, Lorraine felt the position of his mouth change on hers as his mouth pressed down even harder.

Oh! Oh My god! Lorraine now thought in a panic, he ... oh god, this ... this ... this disgusting little fourteen year old black boy ... he ... he wants to stick his tongue in my mouth!

By this point, Lorraine had resigned herself to the fact that she was probably going to endure some horrible things today but, now, the reality that this revolting little boy was about to slide his tongue over hers and explore her mouth however he darned well pleased fully sank in. Even worse was perhaps that, as Lorraine was struggling to deal with this horrible fact, a small but firm hand had reached up and started massaging her quivering right breast through the fabric of both her shirt and her bra. But there was nothing she could do about it. Not even as Lorraine now felt Tyrell as he pressed the heel of his hand against the base of her breast. Despite Lorraine closing in on 40 years old, the pretty Catholic mom’s body was in unbelievable shape. Her breasts were a perfect 34DD cup and, despite having suckled 3 children, they didn’t sag at all. Instead Lorraine’s breasts still sat up high, as if she were a woman merely half her age, her aureoles were each the size of a quarter. They were dark pink in color and each encompassed a small, pink and now fully engorged nipple that also stood straight and tall; in fact, they were perfect all the way around. Lorraine’s fleshy and sensitive orbs, breasts that only her husband had ever touched, were being manhandled by a fourteen year old boy. As Tyrell now squeezed it gently, Lorraine’s right breast would press into the strange boy’s hand as he moved his palm in circles and further stimulated her nipple. Finally,. The black boy she had known less than an hour broke off his kiss and pulled his face back so it was a couple inches away from hers.

“Look into my eyes while I fondle your breast, Lorraine”

Tyrell now whispered the command so quietly that Lorraine doubted that even her son heard. She then swallowed hard as she stared into the black boy’s eyes. Meanwhile, as Tyrell gazed into hers, a smug yet victorious smile remained on his evil little face. Tyrell then slowly began to slide his fingers in a back and forth motion, sending which made the soft cotton cup of Lorraine’s bra slide small over her sensitive nipple. The sheer terror of the situation, Lorraine now decided, had her adrenaline pumping so furiously that it must be heightening all her senses. For the sensation of the soft cotton sliding over Lorraine’s niplle was having a powerful effect. For, despite the revulsion and the humiliation of the situation, every little motion of the bra cup sliding over Lorraine’s breast was sending electric pinpricks of lightning crackling throughout her body. Her eyes were now dilated and her breath came very softly in small, short and shallow puffs. Yet, Tyrell did notice the change in Lorraine’s breath and it filled him with a feeling of elation that, in spite of the overwhelming disgust Lorraine was feeling right now, she was becoming aroused and was powerless to stop it.

“Do you like that Mrs. Miller? Do you like it when little boys massage your breast like that?”

“I ... I think that’s a great idea.” responded Lorraine in a mumbling voice that was so low that she wondered if anyone had heard it.

“So then why don’t you look into each of the cameras and say ‘God I love it when a fourteen year old black boys touches my breasts’

Yet, before Lorraine could respond, Tyrell had leaned forward and he started to whisper into Lorraine’s left ear

“You do it or I use your husband’s power drill on one of your kids. You got it?”

Lorraine tried to answer and couldn’t. She was frozen.

“Well I guess I better find where your husband keeps his drill. He seems more like a basement man to me than a garage man. I’ll bet it’s down there.”

A vision of her husband's yellow and black Marita power drill hanging on the wall in the basement now rose in her mind. Tyrell, it turned out, was right. Her husband’s power drill was in the basement and the thought of the evil little monster getting his hands on it and then using it on one of her children was all Lorraine needed in order to re-capture her voice.

“Yes.” She hissed at the hated boy. “I got it.”

“Good. Then say ‘a fourteen year old black boy walked into my house and broke me in mere minutes.”

Lorraine gritted her teeth and swallowed. She felt a lump building in her throat. Lorraine wondered if that lump had been the impetus for the phrase ‘swallowing your pride’.

“A little boy walked into my h-house and broke-broke-broke me in mere minutes,” now stammered Lorraine.

Judging by the self-satisfied look on his face, Tyrell was satisfied with her performance as he continued to fondle Lorraine’s left breast. As he did so, Tyrell also used that hand to try and push Lorraine back and it was only by reaching behind her and placing her palms flat against the surface of the table that she was able to prevent this. For the moment at least Tyrell didn’t seem like he was going to push the issue but still Lorraine worried what would happen if she ever did end up on her back.

“Gather round with those cameras boy,” Tyrelll now said loudly, “cause I think Aaron’s mom has got something she wants to confess!”

The other black boys, who were already packed tightly around Lorraine and Tyrell, now shifted and jockeyed for what they thought would be the position best suited to capture Lorraine’s frank admission. Yet, she couldn’t do it, at least not as first. No, it was only when Lorraine closed her eyes and pictured her husband’s power drill that she was able to open her eyes and stare squarely into the mass of held cameras.

She moved her head and looked at each camera briefly before moving on to the next one as she said loudly “Guh-God I luh-love it when a fuh-four-tuh-teen year old buh-black buh-boys huh-has his ... his hands on my buh-breasts,” Lorraine now said with tears in her eyes and a forced fake smile displayed on her face.

The room then erupted as the boys cheered and clapped after Lorraine said this, yet they still kept filming all the while and Lorraine specifically heard Aaron whisper under his breath.

“Whoa!” exclaimed Lorraine’s son and this prompted a thought to go through her mind.

Aaron ... he ... he certainly can’t think that I’m dong this willingly, can he?!

After all, with every fiber of her being, Lorraine didn’t want to believe it herself and so caught up was she now that for a moment she didn’t even realize that Tyrell had pulled his hands from her breasts. But a moment was all it took as Tyrell now punched her lightly in the center of each of her arms on the opposite side of her elbows. The results of this were instantaneous as Lorraine’s arms folded beneath her and she fell onto her back on her own kitchen table. Before she could get up, Tyrell was on top of her and he proceeded to lay his entire body on top of the helpless Christian woman.

“Ahhh, now isn’t this better?” Tyrell said in a loud voice and then followed up with a gritted teeth whisper. “And you better give me the right answer this time!” His face twisted into a mask of rage as he said it.

“Yes ... thuh-this is much b-better” Lorraine now stammered loudly. She wasn’t sure just how good the microphone on each camera was and she certainly wasn’t going to risk giving Tyrell any other reason to hurt her children.

“Good, well then if you like it so much, why don’t you bring your knees up so that they’re touching your shoulders?”

Lorraine winced at the command. If she did what the boy told her, she feared just what horrors awaited.