Chapter 9

Lorraine’s heart now leapt into her throat as she hoped against hope that the game must be over. She had survived the humiliation and the boys would now leave now so that she could call the police.

“What ... what does it mean, Aaron?”

“It means that every boy here wants to have his picture taken with the suburban mom who’s been conquered. So sit up.”

Aaron now reached over and grabbed a fistful of his mother’s hair as he painfully maneuvered her into an upright position.

“Now put each of your feet on the armrest of those two chairs.”

Aaron then grabbed each of his mom’s feet and placed them on the armrest of one of the wooden chairs that were next to the table. Her knees were now raised comically high up in the air due to the elevated position of her feet as her pink and pearly white cunt was even easier for the boys to see while it was also being recorded to 25 camera’s memory. No one had ever seen her like this before, not even her husband and Lorraine now struggled to endure her shame and humiliation. Her most precious and prized possession, the most sacred part of her body, was now on display for a bunch of strange fourteen year old boys to see and here she sat in the middle of it all as she forced herself to smile even if it was more of a grimace. Her legs were at almost at a 180 degree angle as if she was inviting each boy to walk right on up to her and stick their strange cocks where only her husband’s had been. Finally, Aaron did move right next to her and stood in front of her thigh as his left hip almost brushed Lorraine’s terrified cunt.

“That’s right, keep those legs up real high so that all the cameras can get a terrific shot of your newly shaven cunt mom. Everybody watching all these videos we’re taking is going to want to see your pussy on film and up close and personal in as much detail as they can...”

Each of Aaron’s jarring taunts and depictions of the action only increased Lorraine’s humiliation. She now had the overwhelming desire to hide her face from the camera but was too afraid of inciting the wrath of the twenty-five boys and so she simply remained there feeling mortified while 25 boys recorded her with her legs spread wide apart and her hairless pussy on display as her son standing next to her beamed a broad smile and gave a thumbs up sign.

“Now thank me mom. Thank me for conquering you. Say ‘thank you so much for conquering me, my son and helping me learn my true role in life. I now know that the highest honor that I can receive is to be used for your pleasure.”

Lorraine swallowed and her heart sank even more as yet another humiliation was now heaped upon her. Yet, for all the things she had endured, Lorraine now responded admirably. She cooed at her son and looked deep into his eyes.

“Thuh-Thank-thank-thank you so much Eh-Air-air-Aaron for conquering your mom and helping me learn my true role in life. I now nuh-know that the highest uh-honor a mom can have is to be used by her s-son.”

“Excellent mom,” responded Aaron. “O.k. now let’s take some pictures. The stillshot cameras started to beep rapidly as every one took a picture of Aaron standing next to his smiling mom. He then moved out of the way and his voice rang out with the most terrifying question.

“O.K. Who’s next?”

When Lorraine heard the question her son asked, her heart and mind began to race in terror. Despite the complete disgust and revulsion she had felt when her son had molested her, Lorraine was discovering it was nothing compared to the shock and horror she was now starting to feel. These dirty disgusting unwashed little boys, little black monsters, every last one of them, were being invited by her own son to come up and do god only knows what to her and yet she probably could have guessed who would speak up next.

“I’m first” Lorraine now heard Tyrell say and, to her horror, she saw him moving towards her and this caused her self control to crack as her facade of compliance crumbled away. A small mewling sound escaped Lorraine’s lips as she now put out her arms and tried to shrink away. Yet, Tyrell seized her wrist and to Lorraine’s horror, the teenage black boy was much stronger than he looked. For her wrist now felt as if it was being crushed in a vice and Lorraine was dragged forward while she fought with all her might. She was determined as ever to keep another shred of her modesty from being taken away. Yet, as hard as she now fought, the 38-year-old stay at home mom still had her wrist pressed painfully against her knees as Tyrell tightly gripped them and then, with a strength no boy his age should possess, he started to pull Lorraine’s knees apart. Yet, even now, Lorraine still fought with everything she had and then some as she resisted with more strength and fury than which she ever dreamed she was capable of. Now, all the fear, humiliation, disgust and revulsion the poor woman had experienced over the course of the past couple hours were thrown into her struggles with the grinning black teen in front of her. In the end though, it still didn’t make any difference. For, as she now swung out with her free hand, Tyrell let go of one of her knees. He then caught her only free arm by its wrist and then pinned this one to her knee just as he had done with her other arm before. In fact, he slammed her wrist down on top of her patella as an electric bolt of pain crackled back into her shoulder. Lorraine’s fight was over, or so it seemed for the moment, as Tyrell easily inserted his thumbs between her tightly clenched knees. In response, Lorraine gritted her teeth even harder as she felt Tyrell’s thumbs between her knees. She couldn’t believe this was happening but he was moving closer to his objective.

“No! No! No!”

Lorraine began to cry through her tightly gritted teeth as, despite her best efforts, her muscles started to scream. Yet Tyrell, to Lorraine’s dismay, showed no outward signs of weakening. Instead, he just stood there in front of her as he stared into her eyes with a fiendish and confident grin. Yet Lorraine resisted as she breathed in wheezing gulps. In the end it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes since had taunted her about her muscles starting to tremble.

I knew I should have bought that Thighmaster when I had the chance” Lorraine now thought. In any other situation, that sentence would have made her laugh but now, as her thighs were quickly fatiguing the formerly silly thought had taken on the utmost of seriousness. Soon it would be over, Lorraine knew, although she would never stop resisting, not even as her knees now started to separate and then moved further and further apart. Yet, perhaps even worse was the fact that Tyrell seemed to be prolonging the experience for Lorraine was sure he could have spread her legs wide with a single violet jerk yet instead he opened them slowly as if he was savoring every moment. Lorraine let out a sob as Tyrell finally stepped forward between her knees. It was clear another battle was over, and as always she was the loser. It wsa getting harder for her to deny that she wasn’t theirs to do with as thye pleased and if put up any resistance, it would be easily overcome. Tyrell’s hands now slid up Lorraine’s inner thighs and, even as she still struggled, both white mom and black teen knew that, at this point, it was only a formality. In another moment Lorraine’s legs were spread as close to 180 degrees apart as they would possibly go. From there, Tyrell again stepped forward until his face was right next to hers.

“You lose,” he now hissed at Lorraine in a voice filled with hatred.

“And I win. Now look directly into the cameras and say who won and who lost.”

Lorraine once again stared out at the sea of camera lenses that hung in a semi-circle before her and, though she was overwhelmed with the desire to cast her own gaze down at the floor, in the end she somehow forced herself to continue looking at the cameras as she stated the horrible truth.

Y-you won and uh-I lost,” Lorraine now stammered while feeling a new level of degradation.

“That’s right, and who am I?” Tyrell asked and Lorraine wasn’t sure what answer he wanted.

“Y-you’re Tyrell. You’re my sons’ friend.”

“Who I am is a fourteen year old black boy that you never met before today and I just walked into your house and beat you. Defeated you, stripped you naked and made you give up your most prized possession. And what, Mrs. Miller, if I may ask, is your most prized possession?”

This time there was no doubt in Lorraine’s mind what answer the boy wanted.

“M-my vagina. M-my vagina is my m-most prized p-possesion”. Lorraine stuttered out.

“Your pussy?” Tyrell corrected her. “That’s right, and a little black boy came into your home and made you give it up didn’t he. So now before we get down to it, why don’t you say one more thing for me. Look in the camera and say ‘a fourteen year old complete stranger just came into my house, stripped all my clothes off and forced me to spread my legs. Now I’m ready to announce my surrender to him and let him do whatever he wants to me.”

Lorraine felt sick even as she had no trouble remembering the long and detailed sentence. No, that now burned brightly into every cell in her memory and probably always would. Still, Lorraine somehow found the strength to first swallow hard as she fought back her many tears and then, for what she thought must be the millionth time today, she repeated into the many cameras the humiliation she had just suffered.

“A fuh-four-tuh-teen year old little b-boy ... who ... who is a kuh-complete stranger to m-me juh-just kuh-came into my house. He thuh-then stuh-stripped off all my clothes and fuh-forced me to spread my l-legs. Now I’m ready to uh ... announce my suh-rrender to h-him and then I’m guh-gonna let him duh-do whatever he whuh-wants to m-me.”

Lorraine still couldn’t believe her own ears, she still couldn’t believe this was actually happening to her as Tyrell simply smiled broadly.