It was becoming the Controller's custom to bang away at the vagina of a tightly restrained MILF even as - several levels above - her daughter was being whisked away to a Third World brothel. And four to six years 'service' as a prostitute.
Mrs. Banes was in a terribly restrictive spread-eagle...face up atop the rape bed. The Controller's hammer had been bangin' non-stop for about twelve minutes and it was only the bright red ball gag in the mature victim's mouth that held inside the grunts of pain. As well as her desperate (and completely futile) attempts to intervene on behalf of her doomed daughter's fate.
"Don't worry babe...what you're absorbing right now is a fraction of what my amigos are going to put Alice through in the weeks ahead. Now...shall I tell you my plans for your one remaining offspring back on Snyder Street. Nice set o' tits on that whore......"
The forty-nine year old brunette was sobbing hysterically. And stupidly trying to contort her pinioned body in such a way to throw the Controller's debilitating fuck strokes out of sync. Which was remedied by the rapist using his canines and molars to grip down and gnaw at the raw, aching nipples that already had sustained intolerable abuse.
"MUgghh...naaaaaarrgghh! MAAA - uugggghhhhhhh!!"
If he'd possessed a shred of human decency the Controller could have assured Mrs. Banes that her younger daughter Annie was safe...for another month or so at least. The sadist desired to truly experience the full gamut of what he could put Momma's body through before he would have to split his time between two equally beautiful, equally helpless females. Plus by then he would have a better idea of how much cashola Alice was pulling in on a daily basis down in Mexico City. Or was it Bogota?
"Betcha' those ropes hurt, huh? Filthy slut. You just keep your hips up high and your back arched and maybe I'll lash the soles of your bare feet a little less than yesterday. Once I'm done fucking you...once we're done participating in the single facet of your pathetic life that actually means ANYTHING to a good, strong man. HIPS UP! SWIVEL! MORE! MORE! Say 'bye bye, sweet Alice'. Momma's got her own tasks to perform closer to home. Shit bitch...if you learn to accept the pain a bit better in the months ahead I may have the compassion to have Annie assigned to the same whorehouse as her older sis. You're welcome."
Which was difficult to hear because the frame of the bed was moaning in agony from the effort of the Controller's pile driving cock...
"Uuuuuuuuuuugghh...MAARRGGGGHHHHHHHH!!"
He was close to cumming. So the Controller redoubled his efforts with his penis until Mrs. Banes was literally screaming out from behind the sour tasting, hard rubber ball gag that disfigured her pretty face. One last munch on the sobbing woman's left nipple and then the cum, shame and dominance of the Controller's release gave evidence to a mighty orgasm. All at the expense of a woman not quite fifty. Of a woman destined to lose two daughters to the Consortium.
Between gasps of deescalating pleasure the Controller informed the MILF that she was disobediently overdue to have her feet lashed and her labium tastefully scorched. That would take place in the room adjoining. The torture chamber. By which time Alice would be well on her way to signing onto the S.S. Bonita for her eventful voyage across the Gulf.
For the Controller it was more than just a successful day. It was really just another 'Tuesday' spent Belowstairs. So - after torturing Mrs. Banes for three hours - he retired to his study, popped open an adult beverage and began to cycle thru the digitized evidence of exactly how alluring twenty-one year old Annie Banes truly was. Nice titties indeed......
(...definitely to be continued)