Peyton squirmed as Traze yanked her upright, cradling her shoulders with one arm. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, and she could do nothing but moan as Traze slipped the fingers of his other hand into her dripping-wet sex, pulling out fingertips glistening with cum.
"Look at what I did to your daughter, bitch. Made her a bit messy. Who knows...maybe one of my lucky tadpoles is going to make her pregnant. How would you like that?" Traze sneered.
The gorgeous middle-aged woman looked numb with shock. Her tortured gaze drifted with fascinated horror over her daughter's despoiled pussy before resting on the face of her tormentor.
"Let my girls go! You sick monsters! Just let them GO!" she screamed. She struggled, but Mick and Jamal held her fast.
"We've got a feisty one here," Mick chuckled. He put Sandra in a head lock and growled for Jamal to 'get the special chair.' Traze watched with interest as Jamal hurtled up the stairs to fetch it.
"Hmm. I wonder what my brothers have in mind for Mommy. What do you think, big sis? Any guesses?" As Traze said those words his fingers idly stroked Peyton's cum-tainted pussy, prying low groans from her throat. He continued to cajole her joy button, and she hated the way her body betrayed her, her nipples morphing into firm little tacks. Her breasts ached with need and she felt the heat of Traze's body against her back as he held her like putty in his hands. The continued strokes of his fingers were a constant, mind-succumbing torture that soon had her pussy wet.
"Hmm. Looks like we're making progress with big sis. I've got her all dripping wet," Traze said with glee.
Peyton's eyes grew wide as Jamal returned carrying a chair with something tall and pink duct-taped to the seat. With sudden recognition Peyton realized what it was. 'Oh my god!' she thought. 'That's a giant pink vibrator. Oh god, no! Mom!' Peyton's thoughts reached out to her mother, wishing that this was all a nightmare she could violently wish away.
But it wasn't. Instead Peyton watched as Jamal and Mick forced Sandra over to the chair. The curvaceous, sexy mom could only groan as they positioned her pussy over the tall, artificial pink cock. Rubberized and dotted with ribbing designed to produce maximum sensation, the cock had to be a good ten inches in length.
"Let's give you a good seat so that you can enjoy the show properly," Jamal hissed. The brunette gasped as Mick pushed her hips down from behind, forcing her to plunge her pussy down onto the pink penis. Sandra groaned as the pink cock filled up her snatch, then groaned more deeply when Jamal turned on the vibrator setting to 'medium,' watching it buzz strongly between the walls of her cunt.
Meanwhile they tied Sandra's ankles to the chair legs and her wrists to the armrests. Then they just stood back for a moment and watched her squirm, the vibrator tunneling through her soft insides.
"You bastards! Uhhh..." Sandra growled at the men as Jamal put a collar around her neck, then attached the collar to a rope behind her head so that she could not lean her face forward even an inch. Then he proceeded to lean over her, laving her breasts with his tongue.
"I think Mom likes my attentions," Jamal said with a grin. "What do you guys think?" As he finished the statement, his hand dipped down, stroking Sandra's clit. He smiled as he wresting biological responses from her that filled the attractive mother with shame. Sandra looked at her little girls being raped and her eyes filled with tears.
"Please, just let my girls go!"
"I think Mom's being a little too sentimental. I think she needs to understand that we expect total cooperation or her daughters get hurt. What do you think, Mick?" Traze's conversational tone belied the seriousness in the words.
Mick nodded and motioned for Jamal to retrieve another special 'chair' which they'd rigged up on short notice. Normally the burglar team didn't get to use all their toys, but they always brought along plenty of toys and tools just in case. Now was one of those lucky times. Jamal returned with what looked like a wooden pony. On the sharp edge a towering red prick covered in elongated rubber spikes thrust upward. It was definitely longer and its spikes much longer than the pink version now embedded in the mother's pussy.
"Well, well, Peyton slut. It looks like you get to give Mom a special show to prove how much we mean business." Traze's hand grasped Peyton by the nape of the neck, forcing her to stumble over to the horse. Her hands were still cuffed behind her, and it took both Traze and Jamal to lift her over the horse, then impale her pussy on its cruel red shaft. Peyton's eyes watered and she let out a prolonged wail as the cock rammed up her tight love-hole. She moaned, her cunt walls gripping the incredible fullness as the two men put a collar around her neck and then ran a rope from the collar to the basement's ceiling pipes, forcing her to ride the pony upright with her cock-stuffed snatch.
Peyton could already feel her legs start to go numb. 'Oh god. What are they doing now?!' Her terrified mind spun with possibilities as Mick approached with two wires, each clamped on the end. They attached one clamp to each of her nipples, and Peyton noticed the smile creep across Mick's face when she groaned with the loss of blood flow to each nipple in turn.
"Are you ready for some electro-therapy, little slut? Ever had your tits shocked before? It's fun. I promise." Mick's evil grin made Peyton's eyes dart over to the battery-powered box at his feet. He leaned down and turned a dial until a sudden zap of pain shot into Peyton's breasts. Peyton jerked at the sudden spasm of sensation. Her breasts jiggled and her collar chafed against her neck as she writhed on the crimson cock.
"OK, I think we got the bitch's attention. Now turn that vibrator UP," Traze growled. With an affectionate slap against Peyton's ass cheek, Jamal leaned over and flipped the vibrator to 'high.' Suddenly Peyton started jerking constantly on the wooden horse, her pussy clenching and de-clenching around the incredible rubber cock. The alternate stimulation of the zaps to her breasts and the persistent massaging of her cunt walls was like a constant assault of spiciness and sweetness. 'Ohhhh...god please no...no...I...my pussy...' Peyton didn't want to admit it, but her pussy loved the sensations of that red prick rubbing against her insides.
Her naked body writhed on the dildo-spiked horse until Traze put a ball-gag into her mouth, reducing her pleas to incoherent moans.
Sandra watched in dejected horror as her daughter's breasts jiggled with the constant assault of electro stimuli.
"What do you think, Mom? Should we turn up the voltage?" Traze nodded to Mick, who turned the dial just a little further.
Suddenly Peyton's neck was in the throes of constant spasms and jerks. Her body seemed to practically hump the red cock in her involuntary reaction to the voltage now zapping her luscious cones. Drool began to slip from Peyton's lower lips as she moaned, flailed, and shouted through her gag, her wrists cuffed behind her, neck firmly immobile with the collar, and feet twitching on the concrete floor.
"Well, Mom. I think you better start getting extremely cooperative or we might just fry your older daughter's tits off. Hmm?" Traze said this with sadistic pleasure, his hand gently resting on the back of Sandra's neck. The brunette was still gasping, her chest heaving with the vibrating cock embedded deeply in her own pussy, creating tiny sensations which made it hard to focus.
