Mother's Problem Ch. 04

That sent panic through Patricia. The veiled threat against her son and then the promise of tying her up. her heart pounded with that. She began struggling in earnest but then a sharp pain on the side of her head made her see black.

Patricia awoke to automatically knowing that she had been tied up in a fetal position. She didn't know how long she had been out, but she did know she was laying in a fetal position. The ropes dug into her skin, while not at all unpleasant, she didn't concentrate on that. Instead, she worried what was to come.

"Glad to see your awake." A harsh male voice said. Her thoughts cleared, but she couldn't respond. There was something tied around her head forcing something down her throat. A groan was all she could do.

"You may not know this at the moment, but I am naked."

A sudden sting on her right hip sent a pleasurable moan involuntarily through her. It surprised her a bit at how willing her body was adapted to the fucked up situation. Though, she realized her was about to fuck her and her promise to her son wouldn't be keepable.

She had pledged herself to him. A dire predicament, but she knew that the sex would be exquisite. Like a long lost glove, her body grew hotter in perverse want.

"I plan on taking you. Not because I want to fuck you, but because you deserve something as punishment before the end."

She wiggled her body a bit, trying to get her bum to look inviting to him. His words meant nothing much to her at the moment. Her body demanded attention.

"You don't need to do that," he said flatly. "I can already see you're willing on you lips. I've never had the pleasure of doing such things before now."

He had a daughter. She knew that. So the statement confused her. Thoughts raced and quickly she decided it meant that tying a woman up and having his way with her. Too bad, he may have had a rape fantasy, but she wanted what he promised. The bed sank.

"I have a confession to make," he said. A hand fell onto her ass. "I'm a straight up virgin. Never had sex before."

That confused the hell out of Patricia.

"Confusing I know. See, Alicia isn't my biological daughter."

There was a pause and then the hand moved. Across her butt and at first a tentative squeeze pressured on her before moving into kneading. It wasn't unpleasant, but it did make her feel like a studied specimen. Consigning herself to it, relaxing took over while she anticipated fingers delving in soon enough. A signal felt with warm self-lubrication rolling slowly down the other side of her ass. She wondered if her asshole puckered wanting a taste of her sweet nectar.

"I got Alicia quite by accident. Cops looked for her for a long while, but by the time the case went cold, she was old enough to swear she only knew me."

A finger traces lightly over he enflamed lips. Try as she might, the pleasure buzzing across them did not drown out his words. She felt like a slut then, knowing that he was confessing major things right now.

"My heart was with that girl, you know?"

Patricia did. She loved Alicia, but now she knew it. A moan escaped her throat.

"And you took her innocence," he said with a loud inflection of voice. "My sweet little girl. She's a harlot like you now."

Eyes closed and fingers dug into the hungry cunt. Shuddering, it didn't take long for the probing to really get her going.

"She was like that, right when I finally took her. All those years wasted by a slut and her son."

Lips spread apart as more fingers probed in.

"I wanted her virgin sex, instead she has a cunt like yours."

To which Patricia would have defended herself from. What was wrong with a cunt like hers? It was tight, wet and willing in almost every situation. No man could have been luckier to have it.

There was a small amount of pain as more fingers joined. She stretched and before she knew it, she knew there was a fist inside of her. That made her cream hard.

"All it took, man you are disgusting," he said and spat to emphasis it. "There is pee everywhere."

It wasn't that though. Patricia could forgive a virgin for not knowing women came. Some even came hard enough to squirt. If she had the time or opportunity, she may offer to tech him.

"I can't believe a woman can do this."

So says the man who currently had a fist inside of her, but she couldn't say that to him. Instead, she enjoyed the feeling of being stretched out and did her best to relax. She thought for a moment and then let of a throat moan. The object, which she had figured out was a strap-on dildo tied around her face made her slobber. She wondered briefly if he would use her mouth.

"Sick bitch like you is getting of on this huh?"

Vaginal muscles flexed, it was a signal for him.

"I think you have the wrong idea here," he said. "We aren't doing this for your pleasure. Only mine and once I have that, I have no more use for you."

That didn't matter to Patricia. What did, was that he would get his fill and leave the house. Danial may be home even sooner, and the perverse sense of want of her own son quickly became the goal at the conclusion of this encounter. Besides, he had been on his way back home and hopefully put an end to the whole ordeal. In the meantime, she did intend to fully enjoy the sex. No sense in letting a good opportunity go to waste.

"Now, why I have my hand up your filthy cunt isn't to pleasure you. I want to make sure you can take me in. And don't be too alarmed, I'll let you see what I am using here soon enough."

She shrugged and began moving her hips, giving herself some momentum to ride up and down the arm.

"If you're that desperate, we can move on."

There was no thought of her when his hand ripped out of her. She could tell as the sudden emptiness left an emptiness. The pressure weighing down the bed let up. Only a moment passed before he walked into view. If she could gasp, she would have.

Walked into view was the biggest cock she had ever seen. She marveled at it, automatically wanting to sink down its length. And he didn't exaggerate. She needed to be stretched good and loose for that monstrosity.

Groaning, she looked at its thick length, hanging to what amounted to look like fourteen inches. An arm for sure, she worried he would pass out from how much blood was surely needed for it. But that joke and thought was interrupted by him.

"I had her, for years. Taking her from a child to woman. I needed someone to take this. Her training was supposed to be mine," he shouted. She could hear what sounded like sobs. She thought it was pathetic. Cock like that, his biggest issue must have been personality. There weren't many women who would pass up an opportunity like that. At least, in her crowd including herself.

"And now you're going to take it."

He lifted the meat up, no doubt pointing to the floor due to its massive weight. Strong hand grabbed her suddenly and pulled her to the edge and down to the corner of the bed. Her feet hung off the edge, but when the heavy slap of his cock landing on her face. That immediately made her cum.

"You are a freak," he yelled and it seemed to be filled with excitement. The cock pulled across her face before falling from view. "I'm gonna fuck you as much as possible. I would love to have you blow me, but teeth and all. Your ass will be fine too."

Patricia cared less about where the damn thing got shoved into, just as long as it did. A moan reverberated around the thick dildo down her throat, a trying symbol of lust for her. no need to bother about the man, just a tool in the end.

"I wonder if it'll slide right in," he said to himself. He had walked out of view. A sound of spitting filled the room. "Hope you don't mind, as much as you deserve some pain, I don't actually want to cause pain in sex."

He sighed.

"That's why I'm a virgin," he said. "First time I tried with a girl my own age and let's say such traumas made me scared to try again for a long time. Many failures and that is where Alicia came in. A girl who loved her father by no end. Someone who would understand."

Then the tip of the knob of his cock touched her pussy lips. Jolts of electricity laced through nerve endings. It took little time for a cunt to slobber over the anticipated fulfillment. Then the thing began moving over her slippery lips, either lubing or really teasing. Either option would be fine for Patricia as she rarely held enough restraint when it came to sex. Being tied up helped in the endeavor kept her from making more immediate satisfying copulation.

The teasing went on painfully long. She heard a slight curse before it reregistered that virginity presented the major barrier. It made her groan in lustful annoyance but being restrained prevented a more guiding hand to the matter.

"Dammit let my cock in you whore."

Not that she could help him but she didn't move. A breath caught in her as she forcefully pushed herself into relaxing. As if it would be the last breath she took, she held on until she was about to burst with a need for air. Then like fate would have it, the imagined barrier that kept his cock at bay suddenly lifted.

A gasp that came out as a throaty moan. Like a battering ram, he blew down any resistance that tightness would offer. As she stretched she was thankful that a cucumber helped on the pregame. Now she could enjoy the baseball bat sized cock a lot easier. And she did, feeling the ridges of thick veins as sensitive flesh rolled over them.

The head settled up against her cervix. That didn't worry her as she felt pleasure for such a thing. But he kept pushing. While Patricia considered herself freaky but prolapsing her womb out for uterine stimulation was low on her list of likes. Thankfully after pushing a few times he seemed to realize that there was only so much room in a vaginal canal. That's when the fucking began in earnest.

"This is so fucking great," he grunted.

She moaned in response almost gagging on the cock gag in her throat. Something about it drove her quickly into a frenzies state of absolutely needing to finish.

The sounds of her wet pussy getting worked over filled the air. Wet sounds that were rhythmic with the hard thrusts. Eyes rolling back in her head, she bit down hard on the dildo in her mouth. Teeth sank in and it wasn't long before she began trying to stay lucid enough to bite through the material. That moment came when her orgasm hit.

She barely registered the rubber base falling away from her face. There wasn't a moment to register that as her orgasm powerfully rocked. Nothing could matter anymore as that thick cock found itself wrapped tightly in her.

"Ah shit," he moaned.

The size increased, possibly making her impaled on the thing. She knew it heralded the inevitable end for a man. His thrust became more frantic for a moment. Her orgasm was beginning to subside and taper off, but when heat radiated with intensity, her body reacted as it normally would.

"Fuck," he screamed out.

Words scantily heard with spasming contortions. Groaning in after glow, she let the high of a powerful orgasm numb her body. The only uncomfortable thing impeding a full submersion into afterglow was the broken dildo in her throat. Working muscles and her tongue, she managed to push the thing out her mouth.

"You pissed everywhere," he said with sounded like disgust.

"Never been with a squirter huh?" she said.

A sudden tension filled the air. She knew immediately he hadn't expected her voice. Why would he? After all, she had been gagged.

"I," he was hesitating to find words.

"Can you get hard again?" she asked, squeezing vaginal muscles. Not that he really needed to be hard again. Even softened, she could still fill his substantial size.

"You want more?"

"Sure," she said. "You feel really good."

"Is that all it is?"

"Sex?" She asked feeling amused with the question. "I thought so. You're practically raping me, but kudos to you on the equipment. Without something impressive, I might have actually made an effort to get some attention here."

She groaned. Even now she could feel hot cum running past her pussy lips. The smell was salty, which was pleasant.

"You're a monster," he said.

"Look who's talking," she said with a laugh. "So you gonna fuck me some more?"

Now Patricia still couldn't see him. The restraints kept her from looking at him. All she could see is the open bathroom door, the light still on, and her night stand. On the night stand, there was a crystal glass, which always half-filled with water. Behind it, was a nice lamp. Then a framed picture of her and her son Danial when he was much younger. That made her smile for a second.

The cock began sliding out of her. She thought the man was about t fuck her silly and sighed in contention closing her eyes. When a sudden pain shot into her side.

"You filthy slut, my plan was to cause you pain, not make you pleasure you-you whore."

She found it hard to breath. Another sharp pain and it registered that she was being stabbed. Again and again. Each thrust took more breath out of her. There needed to be a scream. Something to call out. Her son Danial, had he been hurt?

These thoughts began fading quickly as terror took over. She heard him. Screaming and ranting about her once again ruining his life. All he ever wanted was a woman to love him. He raised that, spent years with that goal all to have it ruined by one woman and her son.

If only he knew that his kidnapped daughter was already a closet slut. With some prodding. Patricia could have pushed her into acceptance. None of this hurt needed to happen.

But it was. And Patricia found herself gasping for air as she struggled to stay awake. Nothing would keep the darkness at bay. Even though the obscenities and stabs, she managed to get one last look at the picture on the night stand.

They looked so happy. A day where they had gone to an amusement park. Some passerby had taken the picture. Smiles big as houses. A smile broke on her face before darkness overtook her. But it was only a blink.

No longer did she find herself in a bedroom anymore. Instead white light permeated the air and she sat on a bench. Looking around, all she saw was that white light. There was no worry in her though, though confusion did find itself.

"Where am I?" she asked aloud to herself. Her voice echoed sluggishly in the air. Looking down at herself, she saw a white gown covering her. She felt empty and weightless while she started at her hands.

They weren't solid in a way she knew. They faded and showed the white floor below through their wavering light.

"I'm dead," she said not feeling remorse for the state of herself.

"Not yet actually," a voice said.

She turned on the bench to find a small man standing next to the bench.

"Who are you?" she asked studying over him. He wore a suit with shiny black shoes. He seriously looked like he would barely come up to her inner thigh if she stood. Though he wasn't what one would call a little person as his dimensions marked the same scale as a normal person just smaller.

"Name's Dicker," he said. His voice was almost comical, sounding high-pitched. He was rocking back on his heels. He cocked his head to look at her.

"What?"

"You don't feel," he stated as a matter of fact. "That's a rare feat for those who make it here."

"Where is here?"

"The in between," he said with a wave. "That's why its white you see. Lack of everything for your anything."

"What does that mean?"

Her gaze fell to her hands again. They were still almost see thru.

"Means your life isn't over yet and there is decisions to be made."

She chewed on the information for a second. What did he mean by feel? She felt plenty. Mostly centering on disappointment, but then she thought she understood.

"You meant feel as in touch," she said.

"Ah, you understand your greatest sin."

"So then my eternal damnation is not to feel? Is that why I'm see-through?"

He laughed. A high-pitched helium sounding peel of laughter that almost made her shiver in fear. It invigorated curiosity instead.

"Why do you laugh?"

"Because, mortals always seem to be surprising. Pray tell, how did you figure that out?"

"I like sex, what's not to figure out? I could have all the happiness in the world, but without that, it would be hell."

"Then have I got a deal for you," he said with hat high-pitched laughter once again.

Taken aback, she waited for him to stop laughing. He then began dancing around.

"What deal?"

"I can give you your heaven, and even make it on the mortal plane."

"How?" she asked a little too excited for her what she felt, was her own good. Furthermore, it did disturb her how little being dead bothered her.

"My sweet girl, we have to make a deal."

"What do you want?"

"Well, first would be the terms," he said swinging his arms wide with emphasis on a bow. "My offer is to give you life."

"And you want a soul?"

"A soul?" he said standing up. "Interesting choice of words."

He walked over and jumped up to stand on the bench next to her.

"Any soul should do I suppose, what soul do you have to offer?"

"My own I suppose," she said looking down.

"Silly you," he said with a laugh. "I don't want your soul. You can get me one, one especially vile and nasty."

"And that would be it?"

"Well, everything has a price my dear. Undead creatures tend to need life to survive."

"Undead?"

"Well, to return you, you would be undead unless we bind you to a contract where you will become something else at reanimation."

She thought for a moment, taking in the facts of this offer.

"Who would the soul be?"

"Oh you should delight in this plight," he laughed, before his eyes narrowed at her. "The man with knife thrust on the many, should suffice."

"The man who killed me?"

He smiled. A wicked smile that distorted his face.

"Precisely," he said. "But you hesitate."

She did. It didn't take but a moment for it to be clear to her why.

"What would it take for another reanimation?"

That smile didn't break.

"You wish for a more elaborate deal," he said with an inflection of voice at the end. "Name your pick, and I may give a bit."

"My son, Danial."

"Oh scandalous and marvelous," he said clapping hands and jumping about. "Sorry, but I can only bring about those who are dead and not for a while."

"Then the bastard's daughter."

"The venom is a nice touch. I can do her, but may I ask why?"

"I want to be alive with those I loved. She didn't deserve her fate."

"Who's to say, but I can play. The price is steep."

"What would it be?"

"A soul more or even more," he said sitting on the bench now. "I haven't had an asking as such in a long time. Times have changed and things are different. Failure might be high still."

"What are you going on about?"

"Your price is fifty-one souls, gathered with your body."

"Do what?"

"What better way than to send you down to do the thing that brings you to heaven. Endless sex and the like. One soul for you and fifty for her. She will bring me fifty for the transaction too. But you both will be also paying for the benefit of what other gift I have to offer."

"And that is?"

"I am going to bring you back as a demon," he said with a peel of laughter.

"Will I feel?"

"Everything as intensely as before and more. You will want more."

That made her smile.

"What of my son?"

"An eternity with him is heaven for you. I see that and we can discuss those terms later. I need the souls for one deal before another."

"I agree."

"That's it?"

"If there are consequences, later is better. The only change I have to have is that Alicia brings you her father."

"I can agree to this. You have an hour once you awaken to bring you first soul, or your deal is off and you will disappear into nothing."