Chapter 8

In her bed, unaware she was coming down from the effects of what Susan thought were the wonderful muscle relaxing injections Tommy Hall had given her, all Susan wanted right now was nothing more than a coffee, some pain killers and a long hot soak in her bath, where she could soak her aching limbs and bruises, until Susan remembered she hadn’t yet called her Husand and son Tim, as she’d promised ... to as usual, tell them everything was okay at home.

Although did she ever have one hell of a headache, realised Susan, along with a temperature to go alongside her aching limbs and muscles, a very sore pussy and worst of all, an aching pain deep within her rectum which, Susan was horrified to realise, could only be the result of a Tommy painfully penetrating her Anal sphincter, before thrusting his large cock deep inside her rectum ... It had been first time Susan had ever experienced a penis invading her Anus, but which would prove to be far from being the last time.

‘I’ll just give Peter a text to tell him everything is ok at home but I sure have a headache” decided Susan before from beside her, hearing single buzz of her mobile phone sitting upon the bedside table, informing the beautiful busty naked raven haired housewife that along with a missed call, she had a new message on an app, which Susan thought must be from the husband.

Perhaps she’d missed the call simply because her phone was downstairs and hadn’t as usual been beside her on the bed. A phone which was now strangly by her bed and which, when the message was opened, informed Susan she was now a member of a message group entitled ‘Susie’s nobadge friends’ and which, Susan could see, contained two new messages waiting for her, messages which must surely be from Tommy Hall. Only then did Susan realise that to get her mobile number, Tommy must have found her unlocked smartphone downstairs, where she’d left it yesterday when Tommy first arrived, supposedly looking for a book her son Tim left for him. An unlocked phone now on the bedside table.

“Oh my god no” ... Susan Andrews said to herself a moment later when opening the message and to her horror, studying the selfie taken by Tommy Hall. It was a photo of a naked Tommy Hall laying on his back, whilst the equally naked Susan lay on her side upon her son Tim’s bed.

A photo capturing both their smiles, along with Susans hand wrapped around Tommys large semi flaccid cock, whilst her large breasts and erect nipples pushed against Tommys chest. There was no accompanying message, but the photo was itself enough to shake Susan rigid ... until opening the next message. It was another photo, this time a grab from a video recording.

Moments later, sick to her stomach, Susan was studying the image of the naked sixteen year old Tommy Hall, again laying upon her sons bed, although this time, the equally naked and wide eyed Susan was facing Tommy, with a rapturous expression upon her face whilst sitting upon every millimetre of Tommys’s cock, with Susan facing him with her knees on each side his stomach.

Even worse, Susan was also cupping each of her large breasts in her small hands with fingers gripping her very large nipples, as though she were making an offering of her breasts and nipples to Tommy Hall ... before to her horror, Susan realised she was doing so whilst Tommy was holding a large photo of her son Tim before her eyes.!

All of which proved more than enough for Susan to rush into her bathroom and drop to her knees before the toilet bowl and to throw up, only for nothing to come out, which was unsurprising, given that for almost twenty four hours Susan had swallowed little, other than some water and seemingly endless streams of Tommys warm semen filling her mouth and throat.

Only when her head cleared a little adter taking a few aspirin from the bathroom cabinet, did the clouded mind of Susan Andrews thoughts return to the phone and to realise that after beating and tying her, Tommy must surely have left her in Timmy’s room and gone downstairs to find her phone and with it her number ... along with any personal information stored in her phone.

Which in the case of Susan Andrews, was just about everything, her whole life in fact, including all of those private thoughts she kept a daily record and aware her phone wasn’t password protected when she was home, Susan was shuddering at the thought that Tommy Hall could not only have much of her personal information, but perhaps also the names and numbers of all her family and friends.

When returning to that damming photo, Susan saw there was again no written message with the second photo either, although a message surely wasn’t necessary when those two pics combined, proved beyond any doubt Susan Andrews was lost in a world of sexual delight.

Now, the following morning, Susan realised she was only just beginning to pay the price of her physical and sexual capitulation toward a boy less than half her age ... but then Susan’s eyes strayed to the roll up joints along with the two small flu type injection needles left there by Tommy Hall.

“You’ll wake up as sore as hell and feeling rotten Susie” Susan recalled being told by Tommy, whilst she was still on a high from her second dose of smack the previous evening, before gently stroking Susans breasts and nipples, Tommy had added.

“So this muscle relaxant stuff will help you feel better again Susie, just push a single shot into your in the upper arm muscle in the morning and evening and you’ll soon be feeling a whole heap better ... even better still if you smoke those joints later in the day ... and hey, just let me know if you need any more Susie”...

Then a third, this time written message, popped up on Susan’s mobile. “Hey, Morning Susie, which of those photo’s should I send to first ... maybe to your best friend Carol and your Mom for starters, before working my way down the list of your other contacts” If Susan Andrews hadn’t previously experienced effects of the term ‘sick to the pit of my stomach’ she certainly had now, when having to prevent herself from again physically throwing up, perhaps over her bedclothes at just the very thought of her Mother and her best friend viewing these photos of herself, seemingly having a huge sex romp with a sixteen year old youth. “Oh my god no ... please no ... no ... no ... please no” cried Susan aloud, whilst staring at that terrible app message.

All thoughts of Susan one way or another, taking charge of her horrendous predicament, had suddenly flown out the window when reading Tommys text message, as the panic stricken statuesque busty housewife punched in an immediate reply.

“Please ... no ... please Tommy ... I’ll do whatever you want but please ... please don’t send those pics to my Mother or anyone else...!” Wrote the panic stricken Susan Andrews in the message reply box, before pressing the send button and then waiting nervously for a reply, only too aware her very future was now dependent upon the whims a thuggish teenage rapist