Self Defense Instructor: the Karate Queen
Copyright© 2023 by DaMuddaFukkah
Chapter 10
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10 - When 14-year-old Devante is wandering around Manhattan, he accidentally stumbles upon Beverly Moore; a blond six-foot-tall self-defense instructor who bills herself as the Karate Queen. Immediately, he knows he has to break her. What follows is his story as he puts into action a devilish plan during which, not only will he defeat Beverly in single combat, but he'll make it clear to her that she is well and truly conquered by making her shatter the ultimate taboo with her own 14-year-old son.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Coercion NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual Fiction Crime Incest Mother Son MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Interracial Black Male White Female Cream Pie First Facial Oral Sex ENF Slow Violence
Now let me clarify, when I say that I let Beverly go, what I mean is that I removed my interlaced fingers from under her chin, not that I let her go in the way that I allowed her to get up and walk out of the room with her son. Obviously, I wasn’t going to do that but just letting her out of the Camel Clutch I felt was dangerous enough. After all, there is no more dangerous animal than a wounded animal and, if there is, then it’s a mother trying to protect her cubs so, as I released Beverly’s chin, I was wondering fearfully if I had just signed my own death warrant. I guess it’s not exactly that I was afraid that she was going to kick my ass, it was just that I was so close I could taste my victory and, like I said, I was terrified that it was going to slip through my fingers. Luckily for me, as I let go of Beverly’s chin, she didn’t try to escape. I think she was just so banged up that she needed a moment to catch her breath and rest her sore back that she didn’t struggle. Plus I still had her fingers firmly pinned under the soles of my boots and, to remind her to not try and free them, I took some of the weight off her lower back and transferred it to my feet which grinded her delicate fingers into the hardwood floor. And so she lay on the carpet underneath me with her head turned to the side, taking in one giant gulp of air after another as if she had just been running a marathon. I could see the tears on her face but that wasn’t any concern of mine. No, my concern was claiming my prize and making Beverly lay there and endure it as her own son enjoyed her gifts too. And so my hands now moved to her belt and before she knew what I was doing I had grabbed ahold of her belt and spun it 180 degrees so that its knot was in the small of her back. I was practically sitting on it and so I moved to sit on her ass and it was then that she finally started struggling. I don’t know if by that time she realized what I was doing or if she had just had time to catch her breath. In the end it turned out to be fortuitous because it gave me a reason to again start inflicting pain. Now it was me who pulled her fingers from under my boots as I lifted both her arms further behind her and up in the air than they were ever designed to go.
“YAH!!!!” Beverly screamed once as I now lowered her arms slightly. I think the message was clear, keep fighting and I can rip off your arms.
“STOP!” cried Donnie and he would have charged towards me if Cheeba and Street hadn’t held him back.
“Dude, you don’t want to do that,” said Cheeba.
“Yeah, he could panic and really hurt your mom,” added Street.
Their words seemed to do the trick, then again Donnie was probably unsure about attacking me. After all, he watched how I handled his mom, he probably didn’t think he had any sort of chance.
“Your mom doesn’t deserve to wear this black belt,” I now say to Donnie, “come down here and take it off her.”
Upon hearing my next command, Beverly started to panic.
“WAIT! WHAT? NO!” she now screeched in panic but all it took was me lifting her wrists up towards the ceiling to make her realize she was helpless.
“AH! OH! GOD! O.K.! O.K.!” Beverly now screamed until I stopped pulling her arms up so high behind her. I guess she knew that if she again started to struggle I would just raise her wrists back up and this time I might not stop until I had pulled her shoulders out of their sockets. I guess it’s fortunate that both Beverly and Donnie considered me to be an even bigger piece of garbage than I actually am as doing something so brutal as to pull Beverly’s shoulders out of their sockets was the last thing I wanted to do.
“O.K.! O.K.! Just ... just don’t hurt her,” Donnie now said and I kept a very close eye on him as he knelt down beside me and slipped his fingers in between the loosely tied loops of the knot on Beverly’s black belt.
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Beverly now wailed from her position pinned on her stomach against the floor of her son’s bedroom as she sensed her black belt’s knot was being untied. Luckily the knot on Beverly’s black belt wasn’t tied very tightly and, a moment later, Donnie was pulling the now untied belt from underneath her pinned stomach before he handed it to me.
“Your mom’s not a karate queen,” I then said to Beverly’s son as I now formed a noose out of her belt and then looped it around her neck. “In fact, she’s not a karate anything and since she doesn’t actually know karate but only pretends to, then she doesn’t deserve to wear her karate gi at all. So, Donnie, as I hold your mom’s arms behind her back, I want you to pull the sides of her jacket out from under her and then slide it down her arms as you take it off her completely.”
“WAIT! WHAT?!?” Beverly now started to scream as she heard my latest command.
“NO! NO! YOU ... YOU CAN’T DO THIS! DONNIE ... D-D-DONNIE’S MY SON! YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM DO THAT TO ME!!!”
“Do it Donnie,” I now say calmly in a voice that’s barely loud enough to hear over Beverly’s frantic screaming.
“Or else I’ll pull your mom’s arms out of her shoulder sockets and then do it myself and believe me, if I have to do that, it’s really going to hurt.”
“I ... I’m sorry mom,” Donnie now says with genuine sorrow in his voice. “But I can’t let him hurt you.”
Beverly’s fourteen year old son now again crouches down by her side only this time he grabs ahold of the fabric of her gi jacket just above her left hip. At first there’s not much loose material there for him to grab but, after a few firm tugs, it starts to come loose and, each time more material appears, Donnie bunches it up in his hands and tugs even harder. In a minute or two the bottom left corner of Beverly’s karate gi jacket appears and, once Donnie can get ahold of this it’s not that hard for him to pull its entire left side out from beneath her. While he does so, Beverly whimpers and moans. She kicks her feet uselessly against the floor and tries to pull her wrists free from my grasp. This prompts me to lift her hands towards the ceiling until the pain in her shoulder sockets once again makes her scream.
“Stop mom!” then yells Donnie and Beverly, perhaps fearing that I am going to pull her shoulders out of their sockets, does what he says. Instead she just lays there and whimpers on her stomach as her own fourteen year old son now moves around to her right side. Like before, there is not much of her karate gi jacket’s fabric for Donnie to grab on to and least not initially but, what he can grab, he now pinches firmly between his fingers and little by little he’s able to free the right side of his mom’s jacket. As I now watch with breathless anticipation, the right side of Bev’s jacket is pulled free from underneath her and I know it is time to strip away the first of her clothing and so I guide her right hand down and pin it to the floor with my knee and, while I hold her left hand in my own, my newly freed right hand grabs a hold of her hair. I then consider lifting her up by her own black belt which I have tied into a noose and wrapped around her neck. It seemed humorously appropriate but, considering what was about to happen, I definitely didn’t want her to pass out. So instead I pulled back hard on her hair causing her to emit a squalling screech as I lifted her left hand higher in the air.
“Now Donnie,” I say, “pull your mom’s karate gi jacket so back down her left arm to where I’m holding her wrist.