With the faintest clicks the key turned in the lock and Isabel gently eased the door open. Slipping through the gap, she shut the door behind her with as much ceremony before creeping down the hallway. She knew her mother was home from the low murmur of the TV in the living room. If she was quiet enough she could probably be in and out of the house without mother even knowing. And so inching across the carpeted floor, she ducked while passing the living room, Isabel made her way towards the kitchen. She didn't expect much but the fridge was more barren than usual. She could have something to eat later but a drink would go down nicely, she thought to herself. Grabbing a coke from the vegetable draw she closed the fridge and turned-
-and dropped the can out of fright. She managed to suppress the scream but only just.
“Izzeeeeeey...” her mother slurred. “You should be more careful.”
She was leaning heavily on the kitchen counter, blocking Isabels escape. She could smell the brandy from where she stood. Mother was drunk again. It wasn't the only hint though. Her makeup and hair were all over the place. Her silk blouse was also scrunched up and half undone. It was always the worst when mother was drunk. With luck she'll pass out soon, Isabel hoped.
“Izzeeeey... Where were you? Mommy was worried.”
Liar, she thought. But she held her tongue. Best not provoke her. Instead she mumbled something about being out with friends.
Her mother snorted in disbelief and slumped forwards slightly. Isabel watched her carefully, wondering if she could duck past and run to her room. It wouldn't help as mother always used the key to unlock the door but it'd buy her some time.
But before she could move, the woman jerked upright again.
“And you shouldn't sneak around the house when we have guests either. It's very rude...”
Isabel was frozen to the spot in horror as her mother unsteadily turned to head back down the hall. Only a small handful of people would be around mother when she'd in this state. And it's too late for it to be the council workers, Isabel though feverently.
Her fears were justified as Isabel watched her mother totter unsteadily away. She was naked from the waist down and swinging back and forth like a tail was a ping pong ball size anal chain. Oh god! Not tonight, she thought. Not tonight, please, not tonight!
“Myra! Izzy's home!” Her mother called into the lounge before heading back to her daughter. “Come and say hello!”.
Isabel sagged in dread. Myra Sanders was the worst of all mothers 'friends'. The others were simply abusive but Myra got her pleasure from making girls squirm. She'd use you as a sordid sex toy, not because she enjoyed it, but because she wanted to see you break, give in or even just react. She'd force you to lick her arse simply because she knew you hated it.
And here she came. Completely naked and walking that slow jutting walk that showed off her perfect supermodel body off to the fullest. Her dark chocolate skin glistened with sweat and her beautifully tangled hair hung around her head like a primal crown. She looked like a sex God and Isabel hated her all the more for it.
“Isabel...” She purred. “It's been too long. How are you my pet?”
And she's always sober, Isabel thought bitterly. That way she can stay in control.
“I'm fine.” She mumbled. Staring furiously at the kitchen counter she tried not to look at the two women.
Already Ms Sanders was trying to wind her up. Draping herself seductively over her mother, Myra watched Isabel intently. One hand dropping to Mrs Hills crotch and the other massaging a breast. Pausing to slowly lick the panting womans neck she continued.
“You should join us in the living room, dearie. Your mother-” There was a groan as chocolate fingers pinched the womans throbbing clit “-and I were just settling down for the evening. You should join us.”
The last sentence wasn't so much a suggestion as a command.
“Oh yesh!” Her mother piped in. “I'll get another drink...”
Unwrapping herself from Mrs Hills, Myra stepped around the counter and took Isabels arm. The grip was firm and Isabel was forced to follow or lose her arm.
“Come on” The woman crooned “Don't be shy. We had such fun last time didn't we?”
Isabel tried not to remember but the images crept back into vision. She wished to brain the fucking bitch so much but she knew better. At least if she obeyed the bruises wouldn't be anywhere that her friends could see.
The living room was dark and musty. The smell of sex filled the air and it was obvious from the litter of sex toys that the two had already been at it for a few hours. While Mrs Hills was busy spilling things at the drinks cabinet, Myra sat back on the sofa with her legs spread wide.
“Strip.” She commanded.
Just like last time, Isabel sobbed in the privacy of her head. But she refused to let any emotion show. She wouldn't give that woman the satisfaction!
And so, slowly and shamefully, Isabel shrugged off her backpack, slipped out of her uniform and underwear until she stood completely naked bar her socks. And all the while Myra sat with her legs open, gently massaging her pussy and watching the girl hungrily.
Turning her head but keeping her eyes locked on Isabel, she called out.
“Carol, dear. While you're up why don't you grab one of the strapons that I brought over. I'm sure your daughter is eager to get started.”
“Oh yes!” Came the burbled reply. “Ms Sanders brought all these new toys with her! Some of them are a bit too big for me though...”
Mrya grinned evilly as she watched the slight twitch on Isabels impassive face. Mother was a collection of ragged holes from too many late night sessions like these. If they were too big for her...!?
And after a quick rummage her mother stood up and began to clumsily strap herself in. It was far bigger than what they usually used on her, she wailed inside. Made of thick rubber spheres stuck together, it was nearly a foot long and went from 1” in diameter at the tip to 3” at the hilt.
Isabel wanted to scream and plead and beg her mother that, of all nights, not tonight. And not with that! But she could feel Myra watching her like a hawk and she wasn't about to give the horrible woman the satisfaction.
Sensing the resistance, Ms Sanders got up and swaggered over to Isabel. Running her hands slowly across the teens body she embraced the girl in an almost motherly hug, pressing her head between the perfect breasts. Maximizing skin contact as she pulled Isabel close, Myra whispered in the girls ear.
“Don't worry my dearie. Your mother is a bit drunk and may be a little rough with you tonight but Auntie Myra brought some special lube just for you. We don't want you limping too much or your sweet little school friends might start asking questions, hmmm? Just imagine what'd happen if they ever found out what you and your mother get up to! And we wouldn't want that now would we?”
Isabel nodded dumbly. She knew a threat when it was presented so openly. They were going to be especially rough with her tonight and this was Myras insurance.
With one last friendly squeeze, Myra let go and collected a few items from her bag. First she tossed a tube of lube to Isabels mother, who was happily masturbating under the enormous strapon on the couch, before returning with a set of thick leather cuffs.

Gently but firmly she crossed Isabels arms behind her back and bound them in position. There was no way she could free them on her own without dislocating both shoulders.
“Now open wide.” The woman commanded.
In sullen silence Isabel obeyed. She tried her best not to squirm as the thick, soft lips pressed to her face and the long tongue swirled in her mouth. Holding Isabels head, Myra took her time to passionately invade the unresponsive girls mouth. Meanwhile Izzys mother cackled and joked how they should 'get a room'.
Pulling away, Mrs Sanders stroked Isabels hair tenderly, gave one last peck on the lips, before pushing a wide wire gag into the girls mouth and tightening the straps.
Her tongue lolling uselessly inside her gaping mouth, Isabel cried inside. Myra was taking no chances tonight. What ever she's planning she expects it to force me into fighting back.
“Ooooh... look at those angry eyes” her mother giggled. “I can't wait to plough that raggedy arse hole till it drops off!”
“Tsk tsk!” Myra tutted. “You can be so unrefined sometimes, my dear Carol. And to use such language infront of your daughter, honestly.”
“Fuck that! She's a fucking fuck hole and I'm gonna pull her to pieces with my new best friend here.” She cheered as she patted the huge dildo hanging from her belt.
“I thought you'd like it” Myra replied. She then led Isabel to the sofa and commanded the girl to kneel. Sitting back on the sofa, she spread her legs either side of her quarry and drew Isabel towards her glistening crotch. Using one hand to spread her pussy to reveal her steaming entrance, stark pink against her black skin, she pushed the girls mouth into the sopping cunt.
“Take a deep breath and smell that mustly goodness.” She commanded. “Taste my sweet nectar and enjoy!”
Pulling Isabels head back and forth she smothered the young girls face in her crotch. Isabel tried not to breathe but her lungs gave out. The smell was so strong she could taste it, which was only made worse by the steady stream of fluids that collected in her gaping mouth. Eventually it was either swallow or choke and Myra Sanders sighed approval as Isabel gave in and drank down the sex juices.
By this time Carol had lurched off the sofa and was squatting behind her daughter. Isabel tried to ignore the probing fingers in her arse. Her mother wasted little time in adding more digits to her finger fucking. The sooner the girl was stretched open the sooner the fucking could begin! What was more worrying to Isabel was the hot tingly feeling left by her mothers lube greased hands.
With a grunt of satisfaction, Carol pulled her four fingers out and repositioned herself for penetration. Grasping her daughters hips she thrust forward drunkenly. The first shot bouncing off Isabels bum but the second hit home.
Myra grinned happily as she felt the girl squeal into her crotch. The first two beads of the toy had pushed through. A few rough thrusts later and the third joined them. She had healed a bit since her mothers last late night session and the hard rubber was stretching her thin. It was made all the worse by the burning sensation left wherever the toy touched her insides.
“Oh my, look at those crying eyes.” Myra cooed. “Do you not like the lube I brought you? It's made from ginger extract which I hear is very good for your digestion. Or was it supposed to go in the other end?” She laughed.
Mrs Hills laughed too. Thrusting her hips in hard to penetrate her daughter deeper, she'd then lean back and slowly pull out to watch the tight anus bulge as the beads popped out one by one. Eventually she leaned forwards over the girl and began to hump roughly to try and squeeze more of the enormous dildo in. Just over half way, Isabel flinched every time the 1.5” bead broke through her abused arse hole.
Meanwhile, Myra shifted position and rotated her pelvis up to expose her own pulsing anus. Eyes clamped shut, Isabel could feel the woman pulling her head between the perfectly toned cheeks and dragging her nose around the pink opening. She knew Myra had never taken more than a finger up there. She was a giver, not a taker the woman had once joked.
Suddenly Isabel bucked as, in one long and violent movement, her mother forced the 2” bead through. Her guts were on fire now from the stretching and the ginger. Tears rolled unheeded down her already soaked face and mingled with the pussy juices.
Deciding to opt for pleasure over torture, Myra moved the girl back to her pussy and resumed her smothering. For what felt like years this continued until her mothers thrusting became slow and irregular. Exhausted, the woman slumped back and looked upon her daughters gaping arsehole with satisfaction.
“Look at that loose...” She yawned “...loose fuck hole.”
Pulling off the strap on, she used it to hand fuck the girl a few times before succumbing to drunken sleep and slumping on the floor with her legs open.
“Oh dear, looks like mommy has had a bit too much to drink, doesn't it?” Myra laughed.
Still sobbing in pain, Isabel could only be glad that her mother had passed out. But a small part of her brain was screaming alarm bells. Now she was all alone with Ms Sanders.
As if reading her mind, Myra pulled Isabels head back and leaned forwards until her beautiful face was inches from the girls pussy soaked one.
“Looks like it's just me and you now. I wonder how much fun we can have?”
Letting go, Myra let Isabel slump forwards onto the sofa. Pulling the anal beads from Carol, who grunted happily in her sleep, Myra knelt down and flipped Isabel over so their positions were reversed.
“Oh my...” She purred as her chocolate fingers slid up and down Isabels as-of-yet untouched pussy. “I wonder if you taste as delicious as you look...”
Starting just above Isabels throbbing anal ring, Ms Sanders extended her long tongue and slowly moved upwards. Trailing saliva she reached the bottom of the young girls slit where her tongue slipped between the pail lips. Sliding in deep, the muscular invader pulled across the top of Isabels vaginal walls, over her urethra and finally across the little hooded clit. Isabel shuddered as the woman smacked her lips in delight.
“Mmmm... Lovely. But I want feel this pussy flow!”
Working with both hands, Myra finger fucked the twitching girls pussy while thumbing in anal beads into her wretched bowels with the other hand. The thick lips sucked and the rough tongue swirled over the little clit and all the while Myras eyes were locked on Isabels face. Savoring every groan and twitch and squeak, she continued to add beads and fingers. Soon all 10 of the 1.5” beads were nestled painfully inside the girls still burning bowels, leaving only the ring hanging out of her partially closed anus.
Further up, Myra had squeezed a forth finger into her captive and doubled the speed of her strokes. She could feel Isabel stiffening and the squeaking was coming fast and loud now as the girl neared climax.
Suddenly bucking and squealing, Isabel was forced into orgasm. Removing her hand, Myra clamped her mouth over the writhing teens cunt. She could feel the vaginal walls sucking at her tongue and drank greedily at the sudden flow of juices. Strumming Isabels clit with her thumb to prolong the orgasm, Myra savored the expression of overwhelming intensity on Isabels face. Eventually, once the girl had calmed down, Myra detatched herself and wiped her mouth.
“Looks like you enjoyed that didn't you. You may hate it but your body loves the feeling of my fingers running through your soft insides. Your body wants to be fucked and will force you to enjoy it whether you like it or not!”
Panting heavily and head full of fog, Isabel knew she was right and hated it all the more. Just like every other human her body reacted when stimulated. And Ms Sanders was a master of stimulation.
Resuming her assault, Myra began to ease her thumb into the sopping gash along with the rest of her hand. Unable to recover from her last climax and her supersensitive pussy screaming protest, Isabel could not help but moan openly.

Forming her fingers into a cone, Myra pumped her hand back and forth until, with a squirt and a gasp from Izzy, the taunt lips closed around her wrist.
“Mmmm... your insides are so soft and slippery. No wonder they can take my whole hand.” Turning her hand left and right she explored the gushing cavern, the tips of her fingers brushing the girls spongy cervix. “Lets try something else....”
The girl winced as Myra bunched her hand into a fist and, very slowly, pulled her hand back out. The pink lips turned white as they stretched over the exiting fist. Isabel arched her back in pain until, with another splash, the dark hand popped free.
Humming happily to herself, Myra repeated this a few more times before beginning the fisting in earnest. The young girl bucked and squealed as she was forced to climax again and again. The anal beads in her gut rubbed hard at the membranes separating them from the pistoning fist. After 10 minutes or so, Myra switched hands to relieve the strain on her arm. And then again a while later.
After 40 minutes of this Isabel was reduced to a panting, gasping wreck. Her eyes were puffy from crying, mouth dry and skin flushed. Myra herself was slightly out of breath but smiled in triumph. Isabels inner walls had clamped down on her hand at least 9 times in climax and her pussy was loose and streaming with sex juices. She knew the girl loathed herself for succumbing to her body and that each wonderful orgasm ate away at her self respect.
“Well... I never knew you were such a pleasure addict. All those delicious orgasms have left you parched I don't doubt.” Standing up and straddling the limp girl, she pulled Isabels still wire gagged mouth to her crotch. “Let me get you something to drink.”
The girl gagged for a moment as the hot piss flushed into her mouth but Isabel swallowed the offering in great gasping gulps.
Satisfied that she was well and truly broken, Myra dropped Isabel back onto the sofa. Rubbing her crotch in thought, she looked around the room for inspiration of what to do next. Mrs Hills was still spread out on the floor asleep, snoring gently to herself. She tempted to force Isabel to eat out her own mothers dripping cunt but the poor girl was too far gone to take much notice. Mentally she was broken, so Myra would have to break her physically instead.
Rummaging around on the floor she found one of the strapons she'd used on Carol earlier. It was only a inch thick but it'd be more than enough for what she had planned. She also fetched a large orange from the kitchen before dragging Isabel onto the floor.
With some difficulty, Myra pushed the fruit through Isabels now sagging pussy lips and down to the back of her vaginal cavity.
Drooling into the carpet, Izzy could feel the solid lump of the orange in her navel, pushing against her already stuffed bowels. The anal beads had been left in for so long now that her guts were shaping themselves around the undulating spheres so that each bead was a little planet of pain.
Meanwhile, Myra was strapping a chastity belt with a built in vibrator to the girl. After a moments thought she undid the belt and peeled back the rubber sheath on the buzzer. Izzy was going to be stimulated far more than what was deemed acceptable for public safety. On the back of the belt was a metal ring that left an opening for anal penetration. It was at this that Ms Sanders aimed her dildo.
“Now Izzy my dear, I know I promised you that I wouldn't let you get so destroyed that you couldn't walk but quite frankly I lied. I'm sure this won't kill you but I'm sure you'll wish it did...”
And on that grim note she hooked an exquisite finger around the anal bead ring and began to penetrate with the dildo.
At first the dildo just pushed the beads deeper into the stricken girl but as Myra held the cable connected to the beads taught, the two began to move side by side.
Isabel began to wail through her open gag in agony as the two toys jostled for space in her crowded guts. The combined thickness was over 2.5” and she felt like she was being torn apart from the inside.
Ignoring the girls frantic struggling, Myra continued her downward push. Only 3” deep and already she was having to put her weight into it. At 5” the girl was bucking and writhing like an animal. By 7” she was stiff and rigid as her body went into shock. Her bowels were stretched beyond repair. It'd be unlikely that they'd every fully heal without surgery. And it wasn't over either.
Taking a moment to catch her breath, Myra began the pullout. Holding her thumb against the upper most bead to stop them being dragged out, she withdrew about half way. She could feel a little 'pop' of released pressure from each passing bead.
“O-kay...” She breathed “Lets try this a second time.”
The second penetration was almost as hard as the first and Isabel reacted just as badly. But little by little, taking as much as 2minutes per stroke, the girls tortured anal canal began to loosen up. It took nearly half an hour of sweat and tears but eventually Myra was pumping back and forth with regular strokes. She had no idea what her friends daughter was feeling as the two toys rubbed mercilessly against each other but she intended to make it worse. Reaching for the remote to the chastity belt, she thrust to the hilt and, without warning, flicked the switch.
Isabel went from limp to tense so fast that her body seemed to vibrate. The unsheathed metal was vibrating against her clip and labia with such intensity that it felt like she was being electrocuted. Yellow piss splashed through the gaps in the chastity belt as her cramping muscles squeezed her bladder flat. Moments later her milky cum oozed into the mixture. Eyes rolled back, Isabel couldn't think, feel, hear or understand anything. She couldn't even speak beyond a low gurgling noise. The overpoweringly intense sensations happening to her pussy overruled all other messages to her brain.
Laughing happily as the girl twitched uncontrollably under her hands, Myra began to piston her hips harder. The beads were sliding back and forth now with the dido, pulling apart Isabels insides even further.
Myra also became aware of an odd citrus-y smell and laughed again as she saw the orange liquid mixing with the puddles of pussy juice. Wishing she had picked a harder object, she realized that Isabels spasming muscles had clamped down on the fruit so hard that is was being juiced in her vagina!
After much anal fucking Myra began to relax. Her work with the dildo was defiantly stretching the girl out but compared to the naked filament of the vibrator, Isabel wasn't paying it any attention.
So in a leasurly manner she got herself a bottle of beer and wandered back and forth collecting her things as Isabel twitched on the floor. Out of curiosity she pushed the empty bottle into the girls arse and it disappeared completely, her ragged anus closing over the base of the bottle. Shrugging happily she continued to pack up. After a quick shower she flushed both the remote and key to the chastity belt down the toilet and dressed.
Stopping back in the living room she knelt down and kissed the still slumbering Mrs Hills on the cheek.
“Thanks for inviting me over. Your daughter was as delightful as ever. I'm sure she'll tighten up again eventually.”
And kneeling by Isabel she tenderly stroked the stricken girl.
“Sorry for being a bit rough on you. Hopefully your mother'll sort you out when she wakes and not just drag herself off to bed. Either way the batteries won't last more than a couple of hours. Hope to see you again soon!”
Pausing to arrange her hair in the hall mirror, Myra turned to the front door to leave and trod on a piece of paper. She bent down and examined the forgotten mail. After a moment she smiled and opened the card. After reading the contents she laughed and tossed the card back down the hall.
Waving farewell to the living room door she called “Happy birthday Izzy!” and left.

The end.

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