Chapter 329- Helpless Mother’s morning GangBang
Morning came through the broken door.
The mother was awake.
She had not slept. Her body was a map of dried fluids—cum crusted on her thighs, her anal sore and gaping, her pussy swollen, her mouth tasting of bitter seed. She lay on the cold stone where they had left her, her enormous tits pressed against the floor, her thick body trembling in the gray light.
The girl in the cage had her eyes open. Red. Puffy. She stared at her mother, her small hands white on the iron bars.
"Mother..." she whispered.
The mother tried to move. Her hips screamed. Everything between her legs was burning, raw, used. She managed to push herself to her knees, her thick ass rising, her heavy tits hanging low, the dark nipples brushing against the stone.
The sound came from outside.
Boots.
Multiple pairs. Heavy, careless, dragging against the street.
The girl’s head snapped toward the broken door. Her eyes went wide.
"No..." she breathed.
The mother went rigid.
The door burst inward.
They came in laughing—six of them, not seven. Vekar was absent, but the others had returned. The scarred one leading, the fat man behind him, the tall thin one, the chubby short one, the younger dark-cocked one, and one more—a new face, hairier, fatter, his belly hanging over his pants.
They saw her on the floor.
"Well, well," the scarred man said. His cock was already out, thick and hard in his dirty hand, the skin of his shaft gray with unwashed grime. "The thick bitch is awake."
"LEAVE MY MOTHER ALONE!" The girl’s scream tore from the cage. She grabbed the bars, shaking them, her small body rattling the iron. "DON’T TOUCH HER! LEAVE HER!"
The men laughed.
The scarred man looked at the cage. "We told you we’d come back tomorrow," he said, grinning. "Your mother just has such a good body for us to fuck. Can’t waste that."
The fat man moved toward the mother. "Look at those tits. Fucking cow tits. Still leaking?"
The mother pressed her hands against the floor. She tried to push herself backward, away from them, but her legs gave out. She couldn’t run. Her thighs were too sore, her hips too wrecked.
"Please..." she gasped. Her voice was ruined from last night. "Please... just... my daughter..."
"Oh, we’ll get to her," the tall man said, stroking his long curved cock. "After we finish with you."
The scarred man and the fat man grabbed her.
They lifted her. Not gently—by her arms and thick thighs, hauling her up from the floor like a piece of meat. Her enormous tits swung wildly from the motion, the heavy masses bouncing and slapping against her own belly. Her legs kicked weakly, but they had her.
They positioned her between them.
The scarred man stood behind her. His hands gripping her wide hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her enormous ass. He pressed his cock against her anal—the swollen, used, still-gaping hole from last night.
"NO—" she screamed.
He thrust in.
The head popped through the loosened ring. The cum from last night lubricating the entry, but the friction still burning, still tearing. His thick shaft drove deep into her ass, filling the space that had been emptied only hours ago.
"HHNNNGH—AAANGH—" Her scream bounced off the walls.
At the same time, the fat man pressed against her front. His short, thick cock finding her pussy—swollen, leaking yesterday’s loads, the lips puffy and raw. He pushed in.
Her walls stretched around the girth. The dual penetration splitting her focus in two directions of fire.
"FUCK—" the fat man groaned. "She’s tight for a used cunt!"
They lifted her fully.
Her feet left the floor. She was suspended between them, impaled on both cocks, her thick body hanging from the two shafts buried inside her. Her enormous tits bounced freely in the air, the dark nipples pointing down, swinging in heavy arcs with every jolt.
"Sandwich the bitch," the scarred man grunted, thrusting upward into her anal.
PAH—
"AAANGH—" Her head snapped back.
The fat man thrust upward into her cunt simultaneously.
PAH—
"HNNGH—MOTHER—" the girl screamed from the cage.
The other men surrounded them, stroking their cocks. The tall man, the chubby one, the younger one, the new hairy one—all of them with their shafts out, hard and dripping, the smell of their unwashed groins filling the room like a physical weight.
The mother smelled it.
She smelled them—the sour, rancid stench of men who hadn’t bathed in weeks, the acrid salt of dried sweat in their crotch hair, the stale piss smell under their balls, the cheesy reek of their unwashed shafts. It hit her in waves, mixed with the raw smell of her own used holes, making her stomach twist and her eyes water.
Filth. She was being fucked by walking filth.
And she couldn’t stop it.
"Look at her face," the tall man said, stroking his pink-headed cock. "She’s crying already. Good."
"Shit," the younger man said, moving toward the cage. "So we fuck her, she got tight pussy, unlike her mother."
"NO—" The mother thrashed between the two cocks. "NO, LEAVE HER! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME!"
"Oh, we will," the scarred man grunted behind her. "But we’re doing both."
They started moving.
The scarred man and the fat man found a rhythm—thrusting upward into her in alternating strokes, her body bouncing between them like a ragdoll. Her enormous tits swung wildly, the heavy flesh slapping against her own chest and the fat man’s belly. Her thick thighs trembled, spread wide by their grips, her hips jerking with each double impact.
PAH—PAH—PAH—
"HHNNGH—AAANGH—HAAAANGH—" she screamed.
The three others descended.
The tall man moved to her mouth. The chubby one to her tits. The new hairy one knelt behind the scarred man, waiting for his turn.
They threw her down.
From the standing sandwich, they dropped her onto the cold stone floor. Her knees hit first, her body folding, but the cocks never left her. The scarred man stayed buried in her anal from behind, the fat man still in her cunt from the front, and now the tall man pressed his long curved cock against her lips.
"Suck it, mother," he said. "Suck it while we fuck you."
She opened her mouth.
The long shaft pushed past her lips, sliding over her tongue, pressing toward her throat. The taste of him—sour, salty, the distinct grime of a man who hadn’t cleaned his cock in days—flooded her senses. She gagged, her throat convulsing around the intrusion.
"Yeah—choke on it," the tall man groaned.
Below her, the chubby man lay on his back and slid underneath her. He grabbed her enormous tits—both hands sinking into the heavy, sagging flesh—and pressed them together around his thick stubby cock.
"Fuck these cow tits," he grunted, thrusting upward between her breasts. The head of his cock emerging from the top of her cleavage with each upward stroke, pre-cum smearing across the dark skin of her sternum.
And beneath her, positioned behind the fat man, the new hairy one knelt.
He pressed his cock against her anal.
The scarred man was still in there. But the new man didn’t wait. He pressed against the stretched, cum-slicked ring, forcing his way in alongside the scarred man’s shaft.
"TWO—" the mother screamed around the tall man’s cock. "HNNNGH—TOO MUCH—"
"Two cocks in that thick ass," the scarred man laughed. "Stretch it out. Let’s see how much she can take."
The new man’s cock pushed in.
The ring of her anal stretching obscenely around both shafts—the scarred man’s thick meat and the new hairy man’s equally fat cock—both of them sliding against each other through the thin walls of her ass, filling her to a breaking point.
"FUCK—" the new man grunted. "It’s tight even with two. This bitch is built for fucking."
She was full.
Four cocks. One in her mouth, one between her tits, two in her anal. The fat man still in her cunt from the front, his thick belly pressed against hers, his cock driving upward into her ruined pussy.
She couldn’t think.
The smell of them—the unwashed, rancid, filthy stench of their balls and groins and armpits—pressed against her from every angle. The tall man’s crotch hair against her nose as he thrust into her throat. The scarred man’s sweaty thighs against her ass cheeks. The new hairy man’s belly pressing against her lower back. The fat man’s greasy skin against her stomach. The chubby man’s hands kneading her tits around his shaft.
Filth. Pure filth. She was drowning in the body odor of men who treated washing as a weakness.
And they were fucking her.
PAH—PAH—PAH—
The rhythm became chaotic—the five men moving at different paces, their cocks grinding against each other inside her, the tall man’s long shaft hitting her throat, the chubby man’s cock dragging between her tits, the two in her anal stretching her ring to a dark, obscene gape, the fat man pounding her cunt.
"Let’s see how long you can save your daughter," the scarred man grunted behind her. "Of course, if you stop performing—if you stop being a good fuck—we’ll go to the cage. We’ll fuck her instead. You understand?"
The mother understood.
She wept around the tall man’s cock, her tears streaming down her face, mixing with the saliva and the grime. She pushed her ass back against the two cocks. She squeezed her tits tighter around the chubby man’s shaft. She relaxed her throat for the tall man’s thrusts.
She performed.
Because the cage was three feet away, and her daughter was watching.
"Mother—" the girl sobbed. "Mother—please—"