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Destruction

By: DreamingDelirium



"You do know that one day I will destroy you." That wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact.

"I know." Anastasia snuggled closer to Miranda, her head resting in the crook of Miranda's arm. "You always say that." Anastasia looked up into Miranda's blue eyes, but Miranda wouldn't return her gaze. She was staring fixedly at the ceiling fan, like she was intently reading some great and complicated text.

"Because it's true. And I don't want you to forget."

"Well. You have not destroyed me yet." She brushed her nose against Miranda's cheek as she stroked her abdomen. "You are so... musculared, Mira."

Miranda gave her a strange look.

"Muscular?"

"Yes, that is the word." Anastasia giggled and began to poke Miranda's stomach. "You are like wall!"

"I'm not a wall!" Miranda made an angry face and flipped Anastasia over and began to tickle her as Anastasia shrieked for mercy. Eventually Miranda stopped and let Anastasia settle back into the bed. Miranda braced herself on her elbow and looked at Anastasia's body.

"What are you thinking?"

"Hm? Nothing." But she kept staring. 

"You are thinking I should go to gym? I know, I am not as... muscular as you are, but I can-"

"Nastya. I love you the way you are." Miranda kissed her hard on the mouth, kneading her cold fingers into Anastasia's breast, the cold and pressure making her nipple stand on end. Anastasia returned the passion, pushing herself against Miranda as she squeezed her hip. 

"This won't work for long you know," Anastasia said as Miranda began to neck her. 

"What won't work?" Miranda's hand began to travel down towards Anastasia's pelvis, her touch delicate and light, utterly the opposite of how insistent her lips were as she devoured Anastasia's throat.

"Distracting me."

Miranda abruptly stopped and sat up on Anastasia's lap.

"Distracting you from what?"

"I forget." Anastasia sat up and grabbing Miranda's hips again, pulled her toward herself, her tongue wrapping itself around Miranda's nipple.

"Hmmm..." 

Anastasia gave her nipple a little bite as Miranda pretended to be indignant. 

"I hate it when you do that!"

"No you don't."

Miranda laughed and got off the bed entirely.

"Where are you going?"

Miranda tugged Anastasia's arm and pulled her up off the bed.

"Are you up for round two?"

"Da." Anastasia wrapped her arms around Miranda's body, sliding her hands up and down her back.

"English please." Miranda's finger stroked the inside of Anastasia's legs, just enough to tantalize her.

"Yes."

"Beg." Miranda smiled mischievously. She did like to play her games. The back of her hand brushed against Anastasia's clit, just enough to send a shudder down Anastasia's spine. 

"Mira, you are the only one for me. Please, I need you inside me." She tried to grind herself against Miranda's hand, but Miranda withdrew it.

"More."

"I want you to fuck my cunt. I want you to tear my pussy to shreds. I want you to destroy me."

Miranda kissed her full on the mouth, her tongue flitting here and there as her hands squeezed Anastasia's supple waist.

"Turn around."

Anastasia placed both arms against the wall as Miranda's slapped her right ass cheek, hard enough to leave a red spot. 

"Bend over."

Anastasia did as she was told. 

"Good girl," Miranda purred, stroking the spot she just slapped with one hand and just barely touching Anastasia's slit with the other. It was soaking wet and Miranda could feel Anastasia tremble at her touch. Miranda crouched down and inspected Anastasia's vulva, her right hand caressing her smooth lips as the other continued its slow journey up and down her slit. Anastasia was leaning into Miranda's hand, her hips gyrating from side to side as she tried to maneuver the fingers inside her.

Miranda gently kissed Anastasia's ass and thrust two fingers full force inside Miranda's cunt, her other hand reaching around to vibrate Anastasia's clit. She slowly began to pump into Anastasia's moist vagina, pushing forward with her fingers into her g-spot. Anastasia made a little gasp every time Miranda thrust into her, her vaginal muscles tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing. It hurt, but it felt too good to stop. She could feel Miranda's breath on her vulva and she knew that Miranda was staring at her cunt hole in utter fascination, causing Anastasia's vagina to give ever more powerful contractions, leading up to the climax. 

And then Miranda stopped.

"Uuuuuuh, please Miranda, I need you, Jesus Christ do I fucking need you, oh God please-" and with a gasp, Miranda's tongue was inside her, lapping up Anastasia's plentiful juices. Anastasia moaned with pleasure as Miranda's hands harshly squeezed into her ass cheeks, pulling Anastasia down onto her undulating tongue and lips. With a little shriek of passion, Anastasia felt wave after wave of contractions inside her, pulsing upward through her body, each one more powerful than the last but farther and farther apart. 

As Anastasia was finally able to open her eyes, she looked down to Miranda casually munching in her clit, meeting her eyes innocently.

"Your turn."

Anastasia shoved Miranda to the ground.

Destruction Pt. 01



This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18, and all are fictional. Not based on anyone living or dead. 

***** 

It is difficult to raise two boys on your own. But Cassandra made the best of it. When she was just barely twenty she gave birth to her twin boys, Michael and Eric. Their father up and left a month before their birth, leaving her to raise them all on her own. A task she kept up for the last eighteen years. 

She loved them dearly. Her biggest regret was that she couldn't spend as much time with them as she would've liked. Being the sole breadwinner meant the boys were often on their own after school, while she worked at the ad agency from nine to five, with overtime being very common. Michael didn't seem to mind, but she could tell Eric missed her terribly. They are such sweet boys. But she felt there was some resentment in them. A darkness they hid from her. 

# 

The boys were now eighteen. In a few months they would be off to college. Or at least, Michael would be. Eric hadn't applied to any of them yet. The last few years, he had become more troubled than before. He'd snap angrily at the slightest provocation. Cassandra would try to talk to him, but he'd just shut her out. If Michael knew what was bothering his brother, he wasn't sharing it with her. 

Cassandra did suspect it might have something to do with her new boyfriend. Steven was a man she met at an office party. Friend of a friend sort of thing. They were taking things slow, as she had difficulty allowing herself to become close to anyone again. The boys's father left quite the damage on her trust in men. But she was a 38-year old woman. Soon she'd be one her own. It would be nice to have someone in her life again. Why couldn't Eric see that? 

Another clue to what was bothering Eric was the evidence of his own sexual frustration. She lost count of the many times she would find stains on his sheets or other items in his wash. Perhaps if he found himself a girlfriend, a lot of that repressed anger would go away? 

But little did Cassandra realize that Eric had his eye on a certain woman. The object of his lust as well as his repressed anger. His beautiful mother. A plan was growing. A plan that would lead to nothing but the destruction of a good woman. 

# 

Eric and Michael spend their friday night as they often did. Jerking themselves off to online porn. Michael heard his brother grumble something as they stroked their cocks to the actress on screen. She was taking two cocks in her mouth at the same time. He thought she was beautiful, and wanted nothing more than to come on her face or down her throat. What a babe. Why was Eric so frustrated at her? He didn't get it. 

"That bitch. That slut," Eric muttered. 

Not a moment after, he orgasmed, spraying his hot cum on the towel in his hand. He looked at his brother, who had stopped and was giving him a questioning look. 

"What?" he asked. 

"Are you okay?" Michael asked. "I know you don't like to talk about-." 

"What's there to talk about? Just finish before Mom comes up to check up on us," Eric muttered. 

"Who are you so angry at?" Michael asked. "Is this still about Mom going out with Steve?" 

Eric scoffed, "What do I care what that whore does on a friday night? She wants to fuck some schmuck in a suit, that's her business." 

"Don't call her that," Michael snapped. 

Eric scoffed again, and rolled over in his bed. Michael went to turn off the computer, when something suddenly dawned on him. Eric had chosen tonight's video. Michael hadn't given it much thought. But on closer inspection, the actress was an older woman in her late thirties, with the same reddish hair as their mother. 

Michael asked the question he hadn't dared until now. "Eric...are you in love with Mom?" 

"Of course not," Eric said. Michael blew a sigh of relief, before Eric suddenly added, "I just want to fuck her,". 

"Jesus Christ, Eric. What-," Michael snapped. 

"Oh please, like you haven't thought about it," Eric said, turning around to face his brother. "I've seen the way you look at her tits. Those sexy lips. You want her just as bad." 

Michael didn't respond to that. When he thought about it, he felt a twinge of shame. He had caught himself from time to time looking at his mother in ways that would be taboo. Whenever she pressed herself against his back, and he felt her beautiful breasts on him. He had even jerked himself off to the idea of his nude mother. But that would be the extent of his desire. What Eric was talking about was just sick. 

"Dude," Michael protested. "It's not gonna happen. Trust me. She's never going to let you." 

"I know," Eric said. 

He turned back over an covered himself with his sheets. Michael went to bed as well, but something about that last sentence bothered him. What was Eric up to? 

# 

Cassandra was on cloud nine. Tonight was going to be amazing. She held off on having sex with Steven up until now, feeling she needed to get to know him better. But her own hormones could only hold off for so long. 

She had everything prepared. She had her new red strapless dress, which cost her quite the penny, but really showed off her tits and ass. Underneath she had her favorite black panties, the ones she only wore for guys who were special to her. Guys who would be getting lucky. She even had her pussy waxed to a smooth touch, leaving a small patch of red pubic hair in the shape of a heart just above it. She was positively giddy. It was still a few hours until their date. He'd take her off to a cabin up in the woods, where they would spend the weekend. And what a weekend she had in store for him. 

The boys were out. Michael was off to the movies with his friends. Eric said he would go too. It had pleased her to hear that, as Eric had so few friends. It would do him good to spend some time with others. Maybe they would meet up with some girls afterwards. 

But for now, Cassandra was more focussed on how she looked in her stunning dress. It was gorgeous. It really accentuated her body, which still looked great for her age. Often she felt a tingle of pride when one of Michael's friends would eye her up and down when they assumed she wasn't looking. She imagined Steven's cock hardening at merely the sight of her. She let out a girlish squeal at the idea. 

It was seven now. Steve would be here around nine. She checked to see if her bag was ready. For some reason it wasn't in her closet. Did she put it downstairs already? She headed down to check. There it was, by the door. Maybe one of the boys remembered she would need it later. She loved them so much. Even Eric seemed to be getting in a better mood. She hoped that he would warm up to Steven soon enough. 

She turned around, wanting to grab a glass of water, when she saw two familiar eyes looking right into hers. Before she had a moment to recognize them, two strong hands pushed her down, right on the soft carpet floor. 

Tears swelled in her eyes as she looked up. A young man stood before her. To her horror, he was completely naked. His lean muscles moving with his breathing. His hands clenched into fists. And his cock, hard and pulsing, staring right at her. An even greater horror shocked her when she looked at the man's face. It was a face she loved. Her sweet boy, Eric, stood before her in the nude. Rage in his eyes and lust on his breath. 

"Eric, what...what are-," Cassandra managed to say, trying to stand up. He grabbed her by her long red hair and pushed her onto the ground. She yelped out in pain, falling face down on the carpeted floor. Why was this happening? 

Two powerful hands grabbed her by her wrists. Eric lifted his mother up from the floor. He looked at her face. Her tears caused her mascara to run down. She began to sob when she opened her eyes, seeing her son's enraged face. 

"Why-," she began, wanting to ask why he was doing this. To her shock, he suddenly kissed her on the lips. She felt his tongue enter her mouth, rubbing against her own tongue. He held up her arms in one hand, while he cupped her breast with the other, stroking her nipple through the dress. 

"Shut up. Don't say a word." Eric hissed. "You want this. I know you do. I've wanted to fuck you for so long. As long as I can remember. You're gonna love it, you skank. You'll see." 

With that, he pressed his cock against her face. She tried to move away, but every form of resistance would end with another slap to her face. She felt the pre-cum from his cock stick to her face. She cried, trying to wiggle free. She had no idea Eric could be this strong. When he pressed the head of his cock against her lips, she shouted, 

"No! Stop it." 

Eric stopped. He was panting heavily. For a moment he released his mother. She looked up at him, trembling. Perhaps for the briefest of moments did he feel pity for his mother, sitting on her knees and her face tarnished with mascara and pre-cum. Maybe even remorse for what he had done. But it was too late for that now. He instantly snapped back to his hateful mood, grabbed her by the dress and tore it open, revealing her beautiful breasts. 

Not my dress! She thought. 

She had kept it in such good condition for years, and in an instant it was destroyed. She tried to cover her bare breasts with her hands, but he pulled her hands apart, revealing her gorgeous large breasts. His breathing was hard. His lust was taking control over him. With great force her pushed her down on her knees, her back hitting the sofa. 

Cassandra tried to get up. She rested herself against the sofa, oblivious as to what was about to happen. She was trying to catch her breath, when she suddenly felt two thumbs enter her mouth. Eric widened her both, and guided his cock towards it. She tried to fight, but he was too strong. Tears began to dwell in her eyes as she felt the head of his cock roll over her tongue. Without any remorse, Eric shoved himself deep down his mother's throat. She nearly gagged, but he held his hands on her head. She was going to take it all, and nothing was gonna help her break free. 

Cassandra flailed with her hands, slapping Eric's hips in an attempt to get him off of her. But this simply excited him more. He began to thrust his hips, rolling his cock in and out of her mouth. A thick stream of drool began collect itself in her mouth, and she gagged when Eric's cock pushed it back deep into her throat. She looked up, seeing her boy, her beautiful boy, doing this to her with a wide grin on his face. This broke her heart. The torn dress and the pain she could deal with, but not this betrayal. Her beloved boy was raping her mouth. And from what he had said, she imagined he was far from being done. Tears ran down her face, while his cock moved and pulsated in her mouth. The sight of her sad eyes looking up at him while her lips were on his cock excited Eric even more. He was ecstatic. She was everything he ever dreamed of. His beautiful slut of a mother. 

Eric's cock began to jerk. His thrusts became faster and more fierce. 

"I'm cumming," he whispered, pulling himself out of his mother's mouth. 

A thick stream of cum sprayed from his cock onto his mother's face. She took it, afraid he would hit her again. Globs of the sticky jizz stuck to her hair and ran down her face. Some of it landed on her breasts. Eric stood over her, chuckling. He did it. What he dreamed of doing for years. He took her like the whore she was. Made her his. And this was just the start. 

"What the fuck!" Michael shouted, as he stood in the doorway. 

# 

Before Eric could react, his brother leaped toward him and swung his fist right against his face. Eric toppled over, falling over a chair. Michael would have plenty more opportunities to throw a few more blows, but he was more concerned with his mother. He wrapped his arms around her as she wept. Her face was still coated with Eric's cum, but he pressed her head against his chest nonetheless. He tried to comfort her as best as he could. Seeing her like this, with his brother standing over her in the nude, it was obvious what had happened. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you," he shouted at Eric. "You're sick. You sick bastard. How could you?" 

"Oh please," Eric mumbled, raising himself from the ground. "At least I'm not a hypocrite. She wanted it. I just gave her what she wanted. A nice big cock in her mouth." 

"Stay away from her," Michael hissed. "Or I'll swear to God I'll kill you." 

"There you go again. Being the good son. Mama's little boy who'll protect her no matter what," Eric chuckled. "Go ahead. Deny your true feelings. Keep living the lie." 

Cassandra was confused. What was Eric talking about? She held herself close to Michael. He wouldn't let Eric hurt her anymore. At least that was one thing she could still count on. 

"Stay back," Michael snapped as Eric approached them. 

"Michael," Eric began. "Please stop lying to yourself. I love you and mom both. It pains me to see you deny yourselves like this. To deny your urges like this." 

Michael stood up, raising Cassandra from the ground. He held his strong arms around her. She felt safe in his arms. 

"Look at her, Michael. Look at her. Can you do that, and honestly say you have never wondered what it would be like? To have her? To hold her close, and have your cock rub all inside her?" 

Cassandra shivered. Where did this come from? This was not the boy she knew and loved. What was going on? Was she really that clueless to what was going on in his life? Had these feelings been building up for years, without her ever realizing it?  

"C'mon, Michael. Just look at her. Just once. Then tell me if you really never wondered what she'd be like," Eric said. 

Cassandra looked up to Michael. Sweet Michael. So kind. So loving. But when she did, she saw someone else. Someone who was nothing like her darling boy. She saw the same lustful eyes looking at her as his twin brother had. His breath was quicker now. She felt his heart racing in his chest. He grazed his hand through her red hair. The hand gripped down. Another grabbed her wrist and squeezed it tightly. 

"Michael...?" Cassandra muttered. 

She squealed when Michael pulled her hair back. Eric approached them, and with a single motion, ripped the rest of her dress off her body. She stood there in nothing but her panties. Cum on her face, trembling as her boys held her tighter. Eric chuckled his dark laugh. She wanted to scream, but Michael pressed his hand on her mouth. 

# 

The next hour and a half were both a nightmare and a sinful delight for Cassandra. Eric held her down on her knees until Michael had stripped. Just like his brother, Michael roughly entered his cock into his mother's mouth. With youthful vigor, he thrust himself deep into her throat. He fucked her mouth roughly for a while until Eric, tired of simply watching, suggested to have her on all fours on the couch. Cassandra tried to wriggle away, but she was no match for two eighteen-year olds. Michael continued with her mouth, rubbing his hands through her hair, while Eric began to play with her clit through her panties. Pushing them aside, he exposed her pussy. The sight of her red pubic hair drove him wild. Seeing the shape she had left it in confirmed it for Eric. She was a slut, and she wanted it. A big dick right inside her wet cunt. He stroked his hardened cock against her slit. Feeling her son's cock against her vulva, she began to shake her head. Michael roved himself from her mouth. 

"What is it?" Michael asked. 

"Please-," Cassandra gasped. "Please don't do this. I love you both. Please don't...not this," she begged. 

For a moment she hoped she'd gotten through to them. But Eric simply shrugged his shoulders, and then violently entered her pussy. 

Cassandra cried out in horror. She couldn't believe this was happening. He was raping her. Her own son was violating her with his cock. She tried to protest, but Michael stuck his own dick right back into her mouth. Like that, the two boys kept thrusting inside her. Eric pulled her hair, while ramming himself deep inside her. The thrusting of her body pushed Cassandra's mouth deeper onto Michael's cock. She weeped. This couldn't be real. But the worst part was that her body enjoyed it. It has been so long since she felt so wanted. Without realizing it, she moved her hips along with her son's heavy thrusts. 

Annoyed by Cassandra's panties scraping against the side of his dick, Eric pulled himself out from his mother's pussy. Without any regard for her, he began pulling on them, ripping them from her ass. The fabric dug into her skin. It hurt, but not as much as Eric's hand slapping her ass afterwards. Now she was fully exposed. A strand of her pussy juices dripped down onto the couch. That was more enough of an invitation for Eric to continue ramming his mother. He sniffed her torn panties, before gliding his cock back into her wet cunt. 

For a while, Eric played with her clit, rubbing his index finger over it. A deep shame filled Cassandra, as the sensation began to excite her. How could she be turned on? Her beloved boys were raping their mother. But it has been so long since she made love. So long since her last orgasm. A primal urge that transcended morals and taboos. Her heart may have been broken, but her body was being pleased. 

To her deep shame, she felt an orgasm building up in her. She squeezed her son's cock tightly within her. Once again, Eric began pulsating. Michael was getting close as well. He pressed her head deep down onto his cock. A thick stream filled her mouth and rand down her throat. She felt like she was choking. 

"Take it, you slut," Eric grunted. 

With a final violent thrust, he came deep inside his mother. He rubbed her clit more furiously. Despite everything, Cassandra climaxed. With tears in her eyes, she felt her body orgasm. They way her boys violated her brought a dark pleasure. A delight like no other. She shivered as she came at the hands of her son, as well as his cock. A delightful climax. One she cried over in shame after it had all sank in. 

Eric pulled his cock out from his mother's pussy. A thick glob of cum rolled down onto the sofa. He playfully slapped her ass. It was then a new idea popped up in his head. 

"Mike," he said. "Do you want to try that pussy?" 

Michael looked down at his mother, panting and curled up in a ball on that couch. He pitied her. Regret coursed through him. But the sight of his brother's jizz pouring from her beautiful pussy couldn't keep him at bay for long. He nodded. 

"Good," Eric chuckled. 

He then took his mother by the hair and raised her up. 

"Stand up, you cunt," he hissed. He sat himself down on the sofa, his cock still hard. He took his mother by her hips, slowly lowering her down. With his hands he spread her cheeks, exposing her anus. 

"Your ass is beautiful, mom." He said. 

Cassandra snapped out of her haze. 

He wouldn't, she thought the second before he violently pushed her down on his cock, ramming it deep up her ass. 

She screamed out in pain. Tears rolled down her face. She sobbed loudly as he began to thrust his hard cock in her ass. This was the first time anyone had ever been inside there. Never before had she felt so much pain an pleasure at the same time. The pain of her boys's betrayal being outweighed by the delight of being fucked with vigor. Being wanted. Eric spread her legs, presenting her cum-filled pussy to his twin. 

"Here you go, Mike. All for you. Enjoy," he laughed, while continuing to fuck his mom. 

Michael said nothing. He watched as his brother sodomized his mother before him. Without saying a word, he positioned himself onto Cassandra, penetrating her pussy. 

There she was. In both agony and ecstasy, being fucked by her boys. She was beyond the why and how this was happening. She just wanted it to end. Her body numbed itself as the was taken by the two young men at the same time, betraying her as well. She didn't even react when Michael bit into one of her nipples. They continued to destroy their mother for another half hour, before both began to feel their cocks pulsate. With a loud groan Eric climaxed, filling his mother's ass with his cum. Michael pulled out, spraying his load over Cassandra's chest. They were spend, but Eric's dream was fulfilled. They had taken their mother like a bitch in heat, and they loved it. 




Destruction Pt. 01



# 

With his adrenaline going down, Michael began to panic. Their mother passed out not long after their last orgasm. She lay there on the floor, where Eric had callously dropped her after pulling himself out from her ass. Thick globs of cum rolled out of her, onto the carpet. 

"What do we do now? What do we do? What if she goes to the police? We could-," Michael stuttered. 

"Calm down," Eric said, placing his hands calmly on his brother's shoulders. "I have it all figured out. But we can't stay here. Even if she never tells anyone, we can't stay." 

"But what do we do? Where do we go?" Michael asked. 

"We can talk about that once we hit the road. We'll take your car. I packed you suitcase as well as mine," Eric said. Michael hadn't realized how much of this Eric had planned ahead. He shuddered at what other thoughts lingered in his twin's head. 

"What do we do about mom?" he asked. 

"We leave her here, obviously," Eric said, going through her purse for money. "She's not going anywhere. We'll definitely be back." 

"No, I mean do we clean her up? Take her upstairs? We can't leave her like this," Michael said. 

Eric looked at his violated mother, lying there on the floor. 

"You're right. We can't let Steven find her like this," he said. 

Eric ran into the computer room and fetched some paper and a sharpie. He wrote something down on it, then took his mother by her arms and dragged her to the stairs. To Michael's shock, he left her lying there, her legs spread to expose her soaked pussy, and placed the paper on her body. It read, "Enjoy your whore. We sure did." 

"There," Eric said, pleased with his display. "Now she'll be the first thing he sees." 

"You're sick," Michael said. 

"I know," Eric replied, smiling his dark smile. 

# 

Steven was running late, so he finally arrived at Cassandra's house by 10:15 PM. There he found the horrifying display of Cassandra's cum-stained body at the bottom of the stairs, with the note still sticking to her. 

He called the cops and an ambulance. It was a pretty clear case, but when they asked Cassandra if she could identify her rapists, she told them she never saw their faces clearly. She couldn't betray her boys, even after what they did to her. And a darker, hidden part of herself had been pleasured. A part of herself she could never admit to. 

Things went from bad to worse after that. As she was unable, or unwilling, to help the police, there was nothing they could do for her. Her two sons vanished after that night. No one had a clue of where they went. Her relationship with Steven also soured. He suspected some things, not helped by the note that was left for him, but Cassandra wasn't telling him anything about that night. The sad thing was he simply didn't excite her anymore. Not when she had been taken with such passion and fury. They split up not long after. 

Nowadays, Cassandra would often wonder what had happened to her sons. Were they doing all right? Were they happy? Sometimes she even hoped they would be home, waiting for her to come back from work. But then there would be nights where she'd see those eyes in her dreams. Those eyes she loved, angrily looking at her with lust. Their rough hands holding her as they violated her. Those wild dreams that often left her panties soaked when she woke up from them. 

It wasn't until that October she finally heard something from them. It was an envelope with no return address. When she opened it, she was horrified to see three photos inside. Two were of her. She was unconscious. Her face red and covered with cum, while mascara ran down from her eyes. The third was a down shot of her and her two sons, Michael and Eric, grinning into the camera as their cocks hovered near her face. 

As shocked as she was, she wasn't as angry as she thought she would be. They were her boys. She loved them. And there was a part of her that wished they would come home. A part of her that longed to be touched like that again. To be taken without regard. A part that hoped they would come home and continue their destruction. 

To be continued



Destruction Pt. 02



This is the sequel to Destruction part 01, featuring the same characters. This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18, and all are fictional. Not based on anyone living or dead. 

***** 

"Here you go. One cappuccino," Daniel said as he handed Cassandra her warm cup. 

For a second, their fingers touched. Cassandra felt her face getting red. Daniel was new at her work, but they hit it off instantly. He knew how to make her coffee just right. 

"Thanks," she said, smiling. "You're sweet." 

"Not as sweet as you are, seeing as how you like it," 

"What?" she asked, feeling a spark of discomfort. 

"Your coffee. Lots of sugar and cream," Daniel explained. 

A sigh of relief escaped Cassandra. These days, she felt weird when she heard a sentence that could be taken another way. "How you like it," or "Did you like it," were the main offenders. 

He sat down and asked, "So, are you busy this friday night?" 

"No, why?" Cassandra asked. 

"Well, I was wondering if you were maybe up for getting a drink after work. Would that be okay?" 

Cassandra blushed again. But she also felt some awkwardness. It had been a while since she'd seen someone. She wouldn't mind going out, having a little fun. Not knowing where if it could lead to something exciting. But then, just for a moment, terrible memories flooded her mind. She shook it off, and smiled back. 

"That would be fine. Looking forward to it." 

"Great!" Daniel said. 

He looked around to see if no one was watching, then quickly stole a kiss from her. Cassandra nearly giggled. Daniel had just turned thirty, making him nine years younger than her. It felt good to be wanted like that again, with a soft kiss and touch. Especially by someone younger than her. As he got up to go back to his work station, she couldn't help but stare at his tush. But as soon as he was out of her view, the sadness fell over her again. 

# 

On her way back home from work, Cassandra's mind was wracking up with many thoughts and doubts. Daniel was the first man who expressed interest in her since her last boyfriend Steven left her. The reason behind the split from Steven brought back horrible memories of that fateful night. The night she last saw her twin sons, Eric and Michael. She never told anyone what happened, and had to live with her shame in silence. 

She liked Daniel a lot. She even fantasized about making love to him. Holding him close as he entered her. A soft, gentle touch caressing her breasts. It made her wet just thinking about it. But the idea of being intimate was terrifying to her. Every time she was the slightest bit horny, the memory of her two sons violating her came flooding back. Their youthful, eighteen-year old cocks ramming into her without any regard. The dark night they betrayed her trust and raped her in their own home. The worst part? She secretly enjoyed it, though she would never admit this to anyone. Least of all herself. 

She hadn't seen them since. The only word was an envelope with pictures of them, taken that night after she passed out. That was four months ago when she received those. She turned 39 since then. A birthday she spend alone. She missed them. Despite everything they did to her, she missed having her boys around her. Those feelings had gotten worse this week. It was their birthday this week. They'd turn nineteen. On their own, God only knows where. Cassandra wished they would just let her know they were okay. 

# 

Cassandra came home around 8 PM. It was dark and she was tired from a long day of work. The ad agency she worked at for nearly fifteen years had become her escape from home. She dreaded coming here now, an empty house with dark memories. But like every night, she steeled herself and walked up to her house. There was nothing to fear, really. They were gone. 

She took off her heels and headed upstairs. The sooner she'd get her work clothes off and into a hot shower the better. She unbuttoned her jacket and walked into her bedroom. She was about to unzip her skirt, when she noticed the light wasn't turning on. Did a fuse blow? Or maybe the bulb needed changing? She walked in the dark, trying not to trip. She pulled the chain hanging from the ceiling, but still no light. She shrugged and turned around. 

To her surprise, the door suddenly shut. The light from the hallway was cut off, leaving her standing in utter darkness. She heard breathing. Was someone in the room with her? 

"Hello?" she muttered, afraid to hear a reply. 

A push against her chest, like being hit full force with a basketball. The force of the blow threw her onto her bed. Before she could regain her senses, two strong hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her further up on the bed. A second pair of hands began to grope her ass, feeling around until roughly pulling up her skirt. 

No, not this! Not again! she thought 

She tried to scream, but a hand pressed down on her mouth. Two eyes looked at her in the darkness. A man's eyes. His hand went off her mouth, to be replaced with the stinging sensation of fabric on her lips. A wad of cloth was shoved into her mouth. They were gagging her. She tried to scream, but it came out muffled. She couldn't break loose as the second man pressed his knee down on her back. He was still stroking her ass, feeling her up through her nylon stockings. The other finished with her gag, then proceeded to tie her hands behind her back. She was trapped. Unable to budge and inch. The second man stepped back. A bright flash blinded her. He was taking pictures. Ten of them at least, with the flash bright enough to illuminate the room for a moment. Why was this happening? 

# 

Just when she wondered if things could get worse, the man who was groping her made his move. With a powerful thug, he ripped open Cassandra's stockings around her ass, exposing her panties. Those didn't last long either, as he tore those open as well. He chuckled as he revealed her pussy, covered with pubic hair as red as the hair on her head. Cassandra tried to scream when he inserted his fingers inside her. But the gag did its job, silencing her every protest. He tore her stockings and panties further to expose her ass as well, raising them up from the bed. Cassandra felt a tongue stroke over her clit, lapping up her juices with greedy determination, before heading up to her ass. She shivered. She couldn't remember the last time someone licked her like that. A guilty part of her enjoyed the sensation. She felt her hips move along with his tongue. It felt wrong, but so very good. 

Suddenly, the man snapped his fingers. The second moved around, flicking his finger over a switch. A bright light filled the room. Cassandra looked around, seeing two large lamps in the corner, like the ones used by painters. It was then she noticed three cameras, all set up on tripods and pointed right at her. To her shock, the man working the equipment was completely naked. His penis throbbing and hard. She looked up, right into her son's eyes. Her son who had been missing for months, right before her in the nude. Her boy Michael. 

Michael gave a brief smile and waved hello. She couldn't believe it. It was really him. Cassandra tried to call his name, only to be blocked by the gag in her mouth. But if Michael was here, then... 

"Hi Mom," she heard her other son Eric say with cheer. 

Not a moment after he did, she felt an unimaginable pain. Something was rammed up her ass with incredible force. She could feel her son's hard cock throb inside her. Cassandra moaned out in pain. Tears streamed down her face. She felt Eric's hands on her ass cheeks, squeezing them hard as he rammed himself deeper up her anus. Michael stood before her, making sure the camera's caught every moment of his mother's violation. He stroked his cock at the sight of his brother taking their mom. Eric sodomized her with complete disregard for her pain, ignoring her moans and slapping her ass whenever she was being too loud for him. To her own shock, Cassandra felt a twinge of delight every time he did. Was she enjoying her ravishment? 

# 

Eric was enjoying his mother's ass for a while now, when he took note of his brother, still stroking himself. 

"Hey, Mike. You okay there? Or do you want to get in on this action?" 

Michael said nothing. He looked down at his mom for a moment, then nodded yes. Eric pulled his cock from Cassandra's ass, the flipped her around on her back. He raised her legs in the air, lining his dick up with her ass again, and went right back at it. Meanwhile, Michael pulled the gag from his mother's mouth. 

Cassandra looked up at him and said, "M-Michael...plea-," before he jammed his own erect cock deep down her throat. 

She pushed it out with her tongue, but Michael simply squeezed her nostrils shut. Desperate for air, her mouth opened wide enough for Michael to get back in. He held her nose shut while he began thrusting himself deeper and deeper into her throat. She couldn't breathe. She began to tremble as her son's cock rolled over the tongue. Her body spasmed, which seemed to feel good on Eric's cock when her ass clenched tighter. 

Michael let go of her nose and pulled his cock out. Cassandra began to cough loudly, only interrupted by deep sobs. Her son leaned over and grabbed her shirt, ripping it open. In mere seconds, he had pulled out her breasts and began jerking himself off over them. 

"You ready?" Eric asked his brother. 

Michael nodded yes. Cassandra felt her boy's cock spasm withing her ass. She tried to moan out the word "no", but all she did was cough again. While Michael unloaded a stream of cum onto her tits, she could feel Eric spray his load deep up her ass. She cried. Once again, the boys she gave birth to and raised on her own had violated her. 

Why? She thought. Why do they do this to me? And why does it feel so good? 

# 

Eric moved up to face his mother. It had been months since they had looked each other in the eye. His cock moved over her face. It smelled foul. Cassandra winced at the scent of her own ass coating her boy's cock. Michael moved over towards her ass, taking photos of his brother's cum leaking out of it. Eric patted his hand on his mother's face. 

"You happy to see us, Mom?" he asked. 

Cassandra looked away, ashamed to be seen by her son like this. But to Eric, it was a rejection. It infuriated him. 

"Are we done?" Michael asked his brother. 

Eric looked up at him. 

"Hang on. One more thing," he said, as he now pressed his fingers on Cassandra's nostrils. 

She gasped for air, opening her mouth wide. To her horror, Eric stuck his erect cock deep into her throat. The taste was vile. She shuddered as she felt the bitter taste scrape over her tongue. Eric laughed at the faces she made as he fucked her mouth. Cassandra struggled, but Michael held her down. 

"Hey," Eric called out to his twin brother, bobbing his mom's head down on his cock. "You're welcome to fuck that ass, y'know." 

Michael said nothing. He simply shrugged. But the sight of his mother's body was enough to get his blood flowing again. He stroked his cock with one hand, while taking his fingers and rubbing them over Cassandra's clit. A muffled moan, blocked by Eric's cock, escaped her. It felt good. Despite everything, Michael's soft grazing of her pussy aroused her. Her pussy was now dripping wet. It was only because Michael shoved his mother's legs apart that she knew what he was planning, otherwise she wouldn't have been shocked when he guided his cock into her moist cunt. But unlike before, it didn't hurt. She was so wet, he could glide in and out of her with no trouble. It felt good. Too good. 

For the next fifteen minutes the twins continued to defile their mother. Eric fucking her mouth, while Michael took pleasure in thrusting into Cassandra's pussy. Sweat rolled down their brows. Michael rubbed his hands over her breasts, feeling his previous load sticking to her skin. The thought of cumming inside her again after all these months excited him. 

"F-fuck..." Michael groaned. 

Unable to control himself, he felt himself ready to orgasm. He pressed himself against Cassandra, squeezing her tits. She could feel him shoot his load within her. Her son's sudden orgasm stirred something within Cassandra. She couldn't help it. She was cumming too. If she could, she may have even begged him not to pull out. But she snapped back to reality, realizing what just happened to her. She was violated, again. Violated still, as her other son still fucked her mouth. Eric kept moving her head onto his shaft, until he was in all the way down her throat. When she looked up at him, his eyes meeting her tear-filled ones, it excited him even more. 

"Aah...you beautiful, fuckin' slut-," Eric groaned. 

With one more rough thrust, he came deep into her mouth. He pulled out, causing Cassandra to gag. She felt like she would throw up. Her son looked down at her and smiled. 

"Thanks for the cock-bath, Mom," he snickered. 

He then began to help Michael shut off all the equipment. Within moments they cleared out the room, leaving only their cum-stained mother tied up on the bed, softly weeping. 

It wasn't until midnight Michael snuck back into the room and untied his mother. He walked her into the bathroom, and rinsed her off. After he cleaned her up, he took her in his arms and gently placed her in her bed, tucking her in. Without a word, he left again. That gentle touch left her even more confused. What was going through their minds? But Cassandra couldn't think anymore. She was spent. Exhausted. Why were they back? Why now? And why did they have to continue her destruction? 

# 

The next day, Cassandra carefully ventured out into the hallway, wearing nothing but her robe. Had they left again? Did they leave her alone? Should she call the cops? No, she made that decision long ago. If she did, they would go to prison. She couldn't bear the thought of that, even after what they did. If she loved her boys, she needed to move on. 

It was friday. She had to get to work in a few hours. Her arms were still sore from being bound up, and her jaw felt weird after taking their cocks for so long. God...today was her date with Daniel. She had to cancel. Her ass screamed at her in pain, and the taste of Eric's cock still lingered in her mouth. Perhaps she should call in sick altogether. She instantly froze when she heard Eric's voice say, 

"Good morning, mom." 

She turned around to she her nineteen-year old son stand in the hallway, nude, with his arms crossed and his dick stiff as a board. They spend the night here. 

"I...I..." Cassandra stammered. 

Eric approached her, like a shark hungry for prey. He pinned his mother between himself and the wall, looming over her. Cassandra feared for what he might do. With one hand he opened her robe, exposing his mother's naked body. He cupped her left breast, kneading it gently. His own body was barely an inch away from her's. Cassandra could feel Eric's cock rub against her. A trail of precum was left by him moving around. She closed her eyes, anticipating her son's fit of lust. He would throw her down on the ground and take here, right then and there. She was sure he would. It came as quite the surprise when he suddenly planted his lips on hers. He kissed her softly. No roughness. No anger. Just a loving kiss. She felt like returning the kiss, but her fear of escalating the situation was far greater than her desire for gentle love. 

"No," she muttered, breaking off the kiss. "I can't-". 

"I know. You need to go to work. Don't worry. We have work to do ourselves. Just go and get dressed," he said in a gentle voice. 

It was a tone she hadn't heard him use in ages. From long before he grew up into a man. A version of Eric that seemed so distant now. She wandered back into her room. She had no choice but to go to work now. If she stayed, who knows what her sons might do to her. They could snap back to their most primal urges. Rape her again, in broad daylight. She couldn't chance it. Work it was, no matter how queazy she felt. 

She began to sort her outfit for the day. Yesterday's clothes were ruined by the boys. Ripped to shreds and coated with stains. She picked out her ensemble, but couldn't find any of her bras or panties. She shuddered, knowing that her sons must've taken them. But she feared to go and ask for them back. Who even knew what could set them off? Going commando was her only option. Her jacket seemed to cover up her nipples, which protruded right through her shirt. As long as she kept it on, she'd be fine. Cassandra stepped out into the hallway, ready to head out, when a strong grip grabbed her by the arm. She shrieked as Eric pulled her into their old room. 

"Shut up, you skank," he laughed. "We're not gonna fuck you. We just wanted to show you something." 

Michael was sitting on his old bed, working on a laptop. He too was completely naked. He flipped the computer around and showed his mother their little project. It was some sort of video editing program, with last night's footage being cut together. Michael pressed play, replaying the rape of Cassandra. Her blood turned to ice. She had a feeling where this was going. 

"We're gonna have some rules from now on," Eric began. "You will do exactly as we tell you, without any arguments or complaining, or this little video will hit the net. A Facebook. A Tumblr. Anything. We'll even send out e-mails with link attachments to anyone that might be interested in knowing what a little whore you really are." 

Cassandra began to sob. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She was trapped. Absolutely trapped. Her bounds from last night didn't feel as binding as this. She barely struggled as Eric pushed her down to her knees, stroking his cock at her face. Michael stood up and joined him, holding a camera in his one free hand. They filmed every moment of her, crying as her two boys jerked themselves to her. Right up to the moment they both climaxed, hitting her face with streams of hot, sticky cum. She tried to wipe it away, when Eric grabbed her wrist. 

"Leave it. Don't you dare wipe that off. Under no circumstances are you to clean yourself," her son hissed. 

He pulled her up from the ground, took off her jacket and sent her on her way. To work, covered in her children's cum. 

# 

It caused quite a stir at the office when Cassandra walked in, her face covered with her boy's cum and her nipples poking though her shirt. Daniel said nothing. He simply gawked at her as she sat down at her desk. She held back her tears as best as she could. It wasn't until 11 AM someone finally asked if she was okay. She said nothing, pretending she was fine. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. She felt a stirring between her legs. Was she getting wet? But why? It couldn't be because of the humiliating display of herself? Being silently judged as she walked around with her face coated in cum. Or could it? Was this turning her on? That troubled Cassandra even more. 

The manager of her department called her in. He offered her a hot towel, but she refused it. He tried his best to get Cassandra to tell him what was going on with her, but she remained tight-lipped. With no other options, he send her home early. They would have a serious talk next monday about her position within the company. 

"Cass! What's going on? Where-," Daniel began, but Cassandra pushed past. 

Cassandra stumbled out the building. She simply wandered to her parked car, and got in, where she finally broke down. Tears streamed down her face. But that wasn't the only thing she failed to contain. Her hand wandered down her pants. Her fingers grazed over her hair, stopping at her clit. Ignoring every sensible thought in her head, she circled over her most sensitive parts. She had no idea why she was playing with herself after going through such a trauma. It didn't matter. She wanted to feel good. She liked being a public disgrace. Seeing herself in the mirror, her face still stained with Eric and Michael's cum. She remembered them from this morning, furiously stroking their cocks to her. Giving her their all. 




Destruction Pt. 02



Don't stop, she told herself. Keep going. Keep- 

Her climax caused her to gasp for air. She could feel how her fluids ran out of her. It was glorious. But the moment she calmed down, sadness filled her again. She saw herself in the rear view mirror. Who was that woman, playing with herself after being humiliated by her sons. What was happening to her? It was unreal. 

Her sons. Her boys, who were such sweet boys once, were raping her. Not just her body. Now they were raping her life. 

To be continued



Destruction Pt. 03



This is the sequel to Destruction part 02, featuring the same characters. This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18, and all are fictional. Not based on anyone living or dead. 

***** 

Cassandra parked her car in the driveway. She hurried inside, trying to avoid being seen by the neighbors. She couldn't let them see her like this. She slammed the door behind her, pushing back the tears in her eyes. 

"Hey Mom. You're home early," her son Michael said. 

He was sitting on the couch, watching TV. Cassandra said nothing. She just nodded to her son. She walked towards the stairs, wanting to hide in her room. 

"Hey, if you want you can wash your face now. I'll tell Eric I said it was ok," Michael said. 

Cassandra looked at her son. He smiled at her. For a moment she felt like she was talking to the son she once knew. The one who made her laugh and like to take care of her. Not one of the two men who raped her the night before, then humiliated her by jerking themselves off and spraying their come on her face that very morning, then sending her off to work. She endured a whole morning of humiliation, until her boss send her home when she wouldn't explain herself. The most bizarre part was that being on display like that aroused her. She even masturbated in the company's parking lot, though she wasn't going to tell her sons that particular part. 

She had no choice. They had leverage on her. A video of her violation, being fucked by her boys in the pussy, the ass and her mouth, ready to be used against her if she ever said no to their demands. She was their prisoner now, forced to do their bidding. Cassandra feared what other plans her two twin boys would come up with next. 

But for now Michael seemed like his old self. He walked up with her and helped her clean her face off. He even handed her some comfortable clothes, then turned his back when she changed. She could cry, mourning their old relationship. Yet she held herself strong. 

"I made coffee, if you want some," Michael asked. 

"Yes...that would be nice," Cassandra smiled. 

She liked this side to her boy. They sat down in the living room together, drinking coffee and watching nothing in particular on the TV. It was then she dared to ask, 

"Where have you two been?" 

Months ago, before her birthday, the twin boys she raised on her own for years had banded together and raped her in this very living room, pleasing themselves to her until she passed out. After that night, they both vanished, not showing themselves until last night, the night before their birthday. 

"We lived from place to place. Did some odd jobs here. I worked for a small film production company, shooting news footage and documentaries. That's where I got all the equipment from," Michael explained. 

Cassandra remembered the supplies they used to film themselves fucking her. 

"We did all right, but Eric wanted to come back here." 

"To rape me?" Cassandra snapped. 

"Well...," Michael stuttered, unable to deny their crime. "It's not that simple mom. We both love you. But for years Eric felt...scorned by you. You always had more time for others than you did for him. One day he just couldn't take it anymore. He snapped, but it was all from his love for you. He still loves you, despite what you may think. I think thats why he wants to hurt you, because he doesn't think you love him back." 

She winced. Remembering the pain of her son's cock jamming itself up her ass, she grumbled, 

"He has hurt me. A lot. You don't hurt the ones you love." 

"I know that," Michael said. "Thats why I've never taken you there. I could never hurt you. I love you mom. I just want to be near you." 

Cassandra sighed. "I love you both too. So very much. And while I cannot understand why you two would hurt me so, I might be able to forgive you. Someday. I just need time." 

"Take all the time you need. I love you, Mom," Michael said. 

He leaned close to her. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Cassandra smiled genuinely, returning the quick kiss. But then Michael placed his hand on her knee. His face moved closer to her. He began kissing her neck, when his mother slapped him away. 

"No, please. No more of that. I can't," she muttered. 

Michael looked at her. It seemed like all the warmth from his eyes just flooded away. Cassandra wanted to touch his face, when with blinding pushed her off the couch. She fell to the floor, narrowly missing the coffee table. Michael grabbed her by the hips and heaved her up onto the table, raising her ass up into the air. 

"You frigid bitch," he hissed as he pulled her jogging pants down. 

Cassandra's pussy was once again exposed. With great lust, Michael jammed his face against it, slobbering his togue over her lips and her clit. While it felt amazing to be fucked by her son's mouth, his enraged state scared her. His tongue wandered up, stroking her asshole. He then pulled his own pants off, revealing his hard cock, already glistening with pre-cum. 

"Eric was right. You're just a fucking tease. I'll show you. I'll show you how much I want you." 

Before Cassandra could do anything, her son pressed his cock against her anus. He thrust into his mother, causing her to scream out in pain. With a fast pace, he fucked her ass, sticking it so deep his balls slapped against her. She wailed and begged him to stop, but Michael just kept going, grunting "bitch" with every thrust. He pressed her face down onto the coffee table, grinding her cheek against the wood. 

A door opened. Within moments, Cassandra's other son Eric entered the living room. He chuckled at the sight of his brother fucking their mother so boldly in the middle of the day. 

"I thought we agreed to film everything," Eric laughed, but he shrugged and sat down to watch the scene unfold. "When you're done, we gotta start the other thing." 

What other thing? Cassandra panicked. What else did her boys have in mind for her? She cried at the ideas that entered her mind. The unknown hurt almost as much as Michaels cock fucking her ass. Almost. 

"Jesus, Mom. Your ass is so fucking tight," Michael grunted. 

His cock began to stiffen more. Eric noticed his brother was getting close, and hurried off into the kitchen. He returned with a coffee mug, and waited beside them. 

Michael began to quiver. He couldn't hold back any more. With a loud gasp, he came right into his mother's ass, spraying his cum deep inside her. He pulled his cock out, bringing a flood of his cum out with it. Eric grinned and placed the coffee mug under his mother's ass, letting it leak right into it. When he gathered all he could, he moved the cup to his mother's lips. 

"Drink it," he laughed. 

Cassandra sat up, taking the cup in her hands. She knew protesting would only lead to her getting hit again, so she obeyed. Pressing her lips onto the cup, she drank her son's cum. She nearly gagged, doing her best not to throw up. 

"How do you like it? Michael's jizz, straight from his cock out of your ass for a little flavor. Good, isn't it?" Eric said. 

Cassandra nodded, hoping it would be the end of it. It was not. 

# 

"Well, let's get you upstairs," Eric said, pulling his mother up from the ground. 

Her knees wobbled. Walking was painful. Especially after her ass had been so abused for two days in a row. She followed her son, who pulled her by the arm to her room. A stream of cum came running out of her asshole, but her sons ignored it this time. Michael stayed downstairs. Why wasn't he going? Cassandra wondered. In her room, Eric opened up her closets and drawers. 

"We already took your panties and bras, but I've decided it's best you don't go out anymore. Not even for work. So you won't need these anymore," Eric said. 

He gestured her to start collecting every item of clothing she owned. What she couldn't carry by herself, he took downstairs. She followed him down, her arms filled with clothing. When she saw Michael working on making a fire in the fireplace, she began to connect the dots. 

"Go ahead, slut," Eric laughed. "Throw it all in." 

With tears in her eyes and a heavy heart, Cassandra obeyed her son. One by one she threw her clothes on the flames. Her jackets. Her scarves. Every pair of pants or light dresses she owned. When the last shirt was burnt away, she knew she was trapped. Sitting on he knees, she trembled. She was naked. Cold. And in the hands of two boys whom she loved so much. Boys more eager than ever to have her please them. Their own personal sex slave. 

"Now then," Eric said to his brother. "How about she jerks us off for a while until we think of something new?" 

"Sounds like a plan," Michael responded. 

They gestured her to come closer. On her hands and feet, Cassandra crawled over towards her boys. It was terrifying, yet exhilarating at the same time. Her new life began. A life of depravity, that to her deepest shame she welcomed. 

# 

The next week was an absolute nightmare for Cassandra. The twins used her in every way possible. Sometimes they filmed themselves fucking their mother, tied down and humiliated. Sometimes they just used her on a whim, like if they felt like having their dicks sucked before lunch. Every night the two would flip a coin to see whose bed she'd share. The other could watch as one brother fucked their mother before bedtime. She was not to leave the bed unless they said so. When they tossed the coin, Cassandra often hoped it would be Michael she would sleep with. He would sometimes just lie with her, allowing her to get some sleep as he held her close. Eric, on the other hand, would not be satisfied unless he found a new depraved way to be pleased by his whore mother again. The one time he demanded she sing him to sleep as she stroked his cock was the strangest to her, yet it was somehow a little endearing. 

Many nights, after the boys returned from wherever it was they went to , they would sit on the couch and watch TV. She would sit between them on the couch the whole and jerk them off. If one of them got off before the other, the remaining brother could choose in which way she'd get him off instead. The worst was when Eric made her take his balls into her mouth while he watched a movie. 

Whenever one of them was close to coming, chances were high they'd stick their cocks in their mother's face and spray their load of cum on her. As before, she was not to wash it off unless explicitly told to do so. The longest time between these moments was three days. Three days of her son's jizz sticking to her face and hair. One time they ordered a pizza, and commanded her to open the door, stained with cum all over her face, hair, tits and leaking out of her pussy. 

Neither Michael or Eric were ever low on ideas on how to use their slut mother next. Be it her toes, her armpits or her thighs, they would coat it with their cum. The worst was that day when they forced her to suck them both off simultaneously, when Eric got the idea of pressing the tip of his cock against her nostril and spraying his cum right into her nose. He laughed when she fell to the floor, gasping for air. Since Michael hadn't come yet, they forced her to lick his ass, rimming him with her tongue. The taste was foul, and the cum in her nose was stinging her sinus. But the very worst was yet to come. It was only a matter of time. 

# 

One of these terrible moments passed by without Cassandra ever learning of it. On the night they burned her clothes, Eric also took away her cell phone and laptop. He was afraid she would contact the outside world at some point. There was only so much time until even she could't come up with reasons to protect them. It was a surprise to Eric when her cell phone got a message from some guy named Daniel. He was a co-worker of Cassandra. One she attempted to date before the boys returned. 

"Hey Cass. What happened at work? Why haven't you come in? Are you okay?" Daniel's text read. 

This was bad. He might come around snooping. Eric knew he had to scare him off permanently. Let him know Cassandra wasn't interested. And he knew just how to do it. 

He entered their bedroom, finding his brother Michael lying next to their mother, stroking her red hair as she slept. She seemed so very peaceful. Without saying a word, he nudged Michael to get up and stand before her, their cocks aimed right at Cassandra's face. They stroked themselves furiously, quickly climaxing and spraying their load all over her face. She winced for a second, but never woke up. Eric then took out her phone and began taking pictures of his mom's stained face. He even stroked her lips, cheeks and eyebrows with the tip of his cock, marking her as his. 

"This will keep him away," Eric whispered. 

He selected the ten best photos, then sent them to Daniel. He added a short message, reading; "Sorry, I've been too busy enjoying this cock. And I will be in the near future as well. Kiss, Cassandra the cum-slut". 

Daniel never tried to contact Cassandra again, and she was never the wiser. Eric kept the phone, in case someone tried to contact her through it again. Which they soon would. 

# 

It was thursday night. Cassandra had gone to the bathroom to use the toilet. When she came out, Eric grabbed her in the hallway and forced her down on the floor. Within moment he stuck his hardened cock in her mouth and began fucking it. She didn't gag as much as she used to. It was becoming a dark routine by now. Michael joined them in the hallway, holding a camera. He filmed his brother violating their mother for the umpteenth time. It was then that he noticed the light blinking on the phone's answering machine. He pressed the replay button. 

"Cassandra, this is Peter Nichols," a familiar voice came from the machine. 

It was Cassandra's boss from the ad agency where she worked. The last time she saw him, he sent her home because she refused to comment on why she'd shown up to work with a face full of cum. Her son's cum. That was more than a week ago. She never returned to her job. 

"I was calling to see how you are. I'm sorry to have to do this over the phone, but you have given me no alternatives. I'm afraid we're going to let you go. I was hoping you would've come in on monday to explain fridays...events, but now you just don't show up. Please call us, because we still worry about you." 

With a final beep, the message was over. Eric's cock twitched, and with perfect timing he sprayed his cum right into his mother's mouth. He gasped, holding her head onto his cock until she swallowed his load. He pulled out, letting some of his cum drip down on her. Cassandra did nothing. She sat there, hunched over, when she began to tremble. Michael moved toward her. From time to time he would show his mother some sympathy. Remnants of a relationship they once had. He knelt down and tried to comfort her. 

"Mom? Are you-?" 

"I'm done," she yelped, smacking his hands away. "All of it. I'm done. I can't take this anymore. I want out. I want my life again. I just want to be left alone." 

She broke down in tears, sobbing there on the hallway floor. Michael and Eric looked at each other. The gave each other a nod. Micheal headed into their bedroom, while Eric lowered himself down to his mother. He gently stroked his fingers through her hair. 

"Okay," he said. 

Cassandra stopped sobbing. "What?" she asked. 

"You can go, if you want to. Just get out of the house and past the yard, and you're free to go." 

"Really?" asked Cassandra. "No tricks?" 

"I'll even give you a head start of course. Otherwise it wouldn't be fair," Eric said, smiling as he stroked his mother's face. 

"Head start?" she asked, stuttering slightly. 

"Oh yeah. Because once I catch you, you'll be ours forever. No more complaining. No nothing. Just fucking. Got that?" he said, snapping his fingers near her face. 

She said nothing, trembling at the idea of being free. But she would have to out run him. Her much younger son, who was in the prime of his life. Past the yard, which was quite big. She had no choice. This was her one chance. She nodded to his proposal. 

Michael came out of the room, holding his camera and two ski-masks in his hand. He handed one to his brother, who put it on. 

"You got till the count of ten," Eric said. "You ready?" 

Cassandra nodded. Eric clapped his hands. 

"Go!" he shouted. 

As fast as she could, Cassandra bolted down the stairs. She ran to the back of the house, where the sliding glass doors were. She struggled to open them for a bit, but managed to snap the lock off. A cold breeze blew over her body. She ignored the chill and bolted out into the yard. The grass tickled her feet as she ran to the fence. She was nearly there. She could feel it. In one sprint, this naked woman would be free from her captors. Her sons. Her rapists. She was so close. Just a few more feet. 

She fell to the ground. A powerful force tackled her right there on the grass. She tumbled over, face first on the dirt of her yard. She tried to get up, but Eric's strong hands kept her down. He laughed, smacking her bare ass. She felt his own naked skin grind against hers. He was completely nude except for the ski-mask. With a rough motion, he lifted her to her knees and bent her over, so she stood on all fours. He spread her legs, rubbed his hard cock against her wet pussy and whispered in her ear, 

"I win." 

He rammed himself deep into her cunt. She cried silently. She was so close. And now her boy was taking her like an animal. Outside for all to see, with only the cover of night to hide her shame. Eric fucked her like a beast. Grunting and moaning with every thrust. He pulled her red hair, riding her like a wild slut. The worst part? She enjoyed it. Not silently, like before. No more lying about her pleasure. She yelped out, groaning along with each thrust. She loved being fucked. She loved being forced down. And hated it all at the same time. She wanted to be free, and yet be their whore forever. It was tearing her apart. 

Michael joined them, wearing a mask of his own and filming the entire scene. Cassandra pleaded for someone to help her. She had been so close. And now Eric was fucking her, inches away from her freedom, the grass brushing against her nipples and face as he pressed her down. If only someone saw her now. 

A light appeared in the darkness. One of the neighbors stood before the window, looking down at Cassandra being fucked in her own back yard by a man in a mask. Could this be it? Her chance to get help? Surely the man in the window wouldn't ignore this. He couldn't. It was now or never. Consequences be dammed, even if she enjoyed it. 

She took a deep breath and yelled, "He's raping me! For God's sakes, he's raping me!" 

To her shock, Michael went in closer with the camera. Changing his voice, he said, 

"Beautiful, darling. Now once more for close up. That's it. Keep that face." 

"What's going on there?" the neighbor asked, having opened the window. 

"Sorry to disturb you sir," Michael said. "Just a late night shoot. We have our permits, but we're wrapping up soon. Sorry if we woke you." 

Without further questions, the man shrugged, shut the window and turned the light off. Cassandra could scream at his idiocy. She was alone. Helpless and alone, as her son fucked her right out in the open and no one gave a damn. 

"Aw, you whore," Eric grunted, thrusting himself into his mother's pussy. "Say that again. Say it again, you slut." 

Cassandra's head was pulled back as he held onto her hair. In a sad voice, she whimpered, 

"You're raping me." 

"You Goddamn right I am," Eric grunted. 

With that, he came inside her, shooting thick shots of cum into her pussy. He fell onto her back, panting heavily. Michael was taking close-ups of his brother's cock, still tight within his mother's pussy, while cum leaked out around it. They gasped for air. Never had either of them felt such an intense orgasm. She was afraid her cunt would never stop trembling. As he pulled himself out of her, Cassandra tried to crawl away. Where, she didn't know. It wouldn't matter anyway, because as soon as she did, Eric lifted her up by her arm. 




Destruction Pt. 03



"Where do you think you're going?" he hissed. 

With a strong grip, he pulled his mother back into the house. She wailed and kicked around, trying to break free. Eventually Michael grabbed her legs, and the two twin dragged their mother up to their room. She kicked and screamed the whole way, but as soon as they had her in their room, there was nothing that a few cocks in her mouth and cunt couldn't fix. They furiously fucked her, taking her pussy, ass and mouth to their hearts content, then unloading their cum on every inch of her. She took it, and loved it. She still dreamed of freedom, but could never resist a chance to be fucked like this. There was nothing like this. 

# 

So this was her life now. The boys locked the house down whenever they needed to go out. There was no escape. Cassandra had no idea where they went. But as soon as they returned, they expected her to be ready to serve them on hand and foot. She was trapped, forced to fuck and suck her two boys every day. She didn't know if she'd ever break free. She'd never stop trying though. The sex was part of it, but she had learned to love that part at least. But to have a life again, that was the dream. 

Time began to pass. A month had gone by before Cassandra knew it. A month of nothing but being fucked by her sons. Her pussy, mouth, ass and everything else on her body was theirs now to use as they pleased. They fucked her absolutely raw. And when they weren't fucking her, they would think of some other humiliation for her to endure. They fucked her in their very back yard, even having a witness to their act. It worried her. She worried what else they had planned for her. How far would they go? What were they using all that recorded footage for anyway? 

But the worst part of all, was that she'd gone more than a month without having her period. She was late. 

To be continued.



Destruction Pt. 04



This is the sequel to Destruction – part 03, featuring the same characters. This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18, and all are fictional. Not based on anyone living or dead.





Cassandra woke up early in the morning. The clock read 5 AM. She felt queazy. She pushed the sheets off herself. Her son Michael was still deep asleep, his arm wrapped around her waist. As she got up she felt his cum still inside her, slowly running down her leg. She moved slowly, not to wake either of her boys up. Her other son, Eric was rolled up into his sheets. His cum still coated her face. He had lost the coin toss the night before. It was their way to decide which bed she would sleep in each night, and who have to watch. Eric was watching the entire time as his brother fucked his mother, taking the liberty to enjoy himself as well by jerking it to the sight of Cassandra taking Michael's hard cock in her pussy and later up her ass. Not one to control himself, when Eric came he grabbed Cassandra by the hair and unloaded his jizz onto her face. It was going to end up somewhere. Might as well spray it there. It was one of many sick little games the two brothers played with their mother. One of many. 

 She walked as quietly as possible. Cassandra wasn't trying to get away. She knew that was impossible. She just needed to use the bathroom without waking up her boys. Michael wouldn't mind if she did. You gotta go when you gotta go and all. Eric on the other hand would usually demand a toll, and she felt way too dizzy to give him head this early in the morning. 

 This was her life now. A few months ago her sons took advantage of her, pinning her down and raping her in her own living room. She secretly enjoyed it, but it cost her a healthy relationship with a good man as well as her boys. They vanished for a few months after that night, only to return and make her life a living hell. Her twin boys made videos of her as they fucked her in as many freaky ways they could think of, using them as leverage against her in case she ever tried to tell anyone or try to get away. She nearly managed to break free once, but that ended with Eric fucking her in their own backyard for all the world to see. 

 Most of her life had eroded since their return. They burned her clothes and took away her cell phone. If she ever protested, they'd just push her down and take her mind off her troubles. Forcing her to suck or jerk them off kept her quiet for a while. It's hard to complain when you're busy taking two cocks in your mouth. And there wasn't a thing she could to to stop it. All she could was take their abuse and lust, and hope they wouldn't come up with a new way to humiliate her this time. The sex she could stand. Hell, by now she craved it, being lusted after by two young men in the prime of their life. But the humiliation was becoming unbearable. In the early days they would think of anything that was somehow degrading to her. But as time went on, they would just finish inside her quickly and got on with their day. Cassandra was getting good at this. Her technique often left the boys cumming within a few minutes. Perhaps it gave her back a little control over her life. Not to mention she got a kick out of being a first-rate cocksucker. 

 But she knew their little game was coming at a serious price. Her wooziness each morning was not some random illness. Her period was late. She was afraid to ask permission, but she felt like she was in desperate need of a pregnancy test.

 She nearly threw up in the bathroom, but managed to collect herself. After peeing, she headed out into the hallway, running into Michael.

 "You okay, Mom?" he asked. 

 Sometimes a bit of that gentle soul Cassandra once knew would shine through. But she'd grown weary of that kindness. At barely a moment's notice, he could snap into an enraged sex-fiend, ready to push his mother down and rape her right then and there. His brother Eric was easier to read now, since nearly all his actions had some ulterior sexual motive, but with Michael she felt like she always walked on eggshells. She never knew what he was thinking, or if his concern was genuine or not.

 "I'm fine, honey. Just a little dizzy. Why don't you go back to sleep?" she said.

 "Join me," her son said, extending his hand to her. 

 She took it, but with a heavy heart she walked back to his room. They laid down in his bed, and not a second after they did, Michael began to rub his fingers over her pussy. She knew to stroke his cock, as the boys had come to expect her to do this. His fingers circled over her clit, while his shaft grew firmer in his mother's hand. It didn't take long for Cassandra to get wet again. He knew how to her her going. She kept the same pace as him, rolling her hand over his young cock. Her legs trembled with excitement. She was getting close. Once again, she orgasmed at the hands of one of her sons. And as always, her brief moment of ecstasy would end as soon as the shame of her incest returned to her. 

 Michael's cock began to spasm. All he had to say was, "Face," and Cassandra knew what to do. 

 She lowered her head towards his young, pulsating cock. She pulled her hand down to his balls, cupping them. A stream of hot cum sprayed on her face. Michael gasped as he came, before rolling back over and going back to sleep. Cassandra sat up as the cum rolled down to her chin. She sighed, having gotten used to this humiliation. How often did she wish things could be different? If her boys would simply treat her as a woman and not a thing to be fucked on a whim. Would she let them have sex with her willingly if they simply approached her kindly? She loved them both, and loved being fucked. But must they be so harsh in doing so? If they could only be kinder to her. But that wasn't the case now, was it? This was the life Cassandra would need to accept, which she begrudgingly did. She simply rolled over, trying to catch a little more sleep.

 Little did she know both her sons had grown tired with their sexual routine as well. They had debased their mother in many ways. But there was one final plan in the near future.

 #

 Cassandra was roughly woken when a powerful hand dragged her out of bed by her long red hair. Her son Eric, standing nude before her, shoved her towards his hardened cock. 

 "Rise and shine, slut-face," Eric said. "You know what to do."

 Immediately, she began sucking him off. Without a word of protest, his mother took his shaft and pushed it deep down her throat. She sucked him like a pro. Even her hands knew what to do, gently stroking his balls and running over his cock. To her surprise, Eric didn't even finish this time. Not in her mouth or on her face. He just pushed her aside, grunting angrily. She could tell he was displeased. Was he running out of ways to use his mother? Did he get tired of her? Perhaps they would let her go soon? Let her rebuild something of a life again? But Cassandra feared to hope. Hope had brought her plenty of misery. She knew to expect the worst.

 She got up from the floor and walked out, down the hallway. She stopped by her old room. The door was slightly ajar, giving her a glimpse of her two sons working on something. Michael was setting up a new computer of some sorts. They were busy plugging in cables and attaching cameras to them. Stuff she understood very little of. All she could do was surf the net a little. Computers just weren't her thing.

 She walked downstairs, grabbing some food. Her appetite had been bigger as of late. The fear thundered though her. Could she be pregnant? If she were, there were only two options of who the father could be. Both of those options were her son. Which one could it be? And when they found out, and they would, how would they react? She was so afraid. Not just the shame, but the idea of having either of them being around her child. She didn't know what to expect anymore. 

 "Mom, could you come up here," she heard Michael call her.

 She finished eating her sandwich quickly and headed up the stairs, her bare ass wiggling all the way. 

 #

 Her sons were in her old bedroom, placing cameras and lighting equipment around the bed. Michael pointed her to the bed and said, 

 "Lie down on the bed, with you head hanging from the edge."

 Cassandra complied, placing herself towards one of the cameras. Michael sat behind the computer, while Eric positioned himself over his naked mother, his cock hovering an inch from her face. Michael pressed some keys, then gave his twin brother the okay sign. Within moments Eric rammed his hard cock into her mouth. He didn't even build up the pace. He just went straight into fucking his mother's mouth, scraping it over her tongue. He went on for a few minutes, groping her breasts as he fucked her. It didn't take long before he pulled out and came, shooting his load onto his mother's face. She winced, but took it without complaint. What's the use? They were going to do what they wanted.

 Michael checked the screen. He seemed pleased. "It looks great. We're ready to roll."

 "Awesome," Eric said, panting heavily. Cassandra sat up, looking at her son. He looked down and said, "Clean yourself up. We got a shoot tonight."

 Cassandra said nothing. She got up and headed to the bathroom. She heard her boys whisper something, but she paid it no mind. She had other things to worry about. 

 #

 The warm water soothed Cassandra's skin. It had been a while since she relaxed in a hot bath. She decided to chance it considering the boys were preoccupied with whatever it was they were working on. They let her shower, yes. Plenty of times. But just a moment to herself? Letting all the aches and pains of the days just wash away? Rarely. She enjoyed it for what it was. A moment of peace.

She stepped out of the tub after having been in it for half an hour. She didn't want her fingers getting too pruned. When she did, she noticed Michael standing in the mirror, watching her from the doorway.

 "Hey," he said in a quiet tone. "Bend over."

 Cassandra did as she was told, bending herself to stick out her ass towards her son. She anticipated he'd ram his hardened dick into her pussy again. Or maybe her ass. What she didn't expect was his warm breath grazing her privates. His tongue gently stroking over her labia and moving up to her asshole. This sudden tenderness caught her off guard, but Cassandra enjoyed every minute of it. The way he moistened up her pussy. His tongue circling and eventually penetrating her ass. It was amazing.

 Cassandra's breathing became heavier. She enjoyed being licked and rimmed by her boy Michael. Before she knew it, she was rubbing her clit along with his oral gift. She couldn't help herself.

 "Oh God," she moaned. "You feel so good..."

 "Do you want me to fuck you?" Michael asked.

 Being in a euphoric state, she simply nodded.

 "Mom, do you want me to fuck you?" Michael asked again.

 "Yes," Cassandra gasped. "Fuck me baby!"

 "Can I fuck your ass?" he asked. 

 Cassandra knew she couldn't say no. And this time, she didn't want to.

 "Yes baby," she moaned. "Fuck my ass. Fuck it!"

 Michael stood up and grabbed Cassandra's ass cheeks. He spread the apart, exposing her asshole and lines it up with his erect cock. With little effort, he slid right into his mom's ass. She'd been sodomized by them so often, it didn't take much to fucker her there anymore. But for the first time since this all began, Cassandra enjoyed it. She loved the way his hard cock rubbed in and out of her bowels. Hornier than ever before, she stroked her clit furiously as her boy pounded her ass. It was amazing. She began to feel lightheaded, but worked through it. She was close. She was gonna cum.

 "I--I'm cumming," she gasped. "Oooh, I'm gonna cum!"

 "Cum for me, Mom," Michael grunted as he fucked her harder. "Cum!"

 With a loud moan, Cassandra came. Her legs shivered. From her pussy she squirted a thick stream of liquid onto the floor. Her whole body was spasming. It was the best orgasm in years. Panting, she sank to her knees on the floor. Michael pulled himself from her ass and helped her sit down.

 "Was it good?" he asked.

 Cassandra nodded. It was amazing. Better than amazing. But the words failed her. She simply gasped for air.

 "My turn," said Michael.

 Before she could react, Michael suddenly rammed his cock into her mouth. She tasted her own ass on it. It was foul. Instantly, she was snapped out of her mellow post-orgasm mood and dragged back into the reality of being a living fuck toy. Michael stroked his dick over his mother's tongue, pushing her head down on himself. He grunted with each thrust, with no regard for how it felt for Cassandra. 

 "Oh fuck! I'm cumming," he grunted.

 Michael trembled as he climaxed inside her. Thick globs of cum shot down into Cassandra's throat. She winced at the mixed flavor of cum and her ass. She cried a little, feeling betrayed once more that her son would allow her to feel so good, only to remind her of her place. 

 "Clean yourself off. You're needed later," Michael said as he withdrew his cock from her mouth. 

 Michael left the room, leaving Cassandra quietly sobbing on the floor. She want to curl up and lie down. But if she didn't do as told, there'd be more hell to pay. She wiped herself down, rinsed her mouth with mouthwash, and headed downstairs. Not a moment after she came down, the doorbell rang. Eric, sitting in the kitchen, looked up at her.

 "Answer it," he said with a grin.

 #

 It wasn't uncommon for Eric to order her to answer the door while naked. Sometimes he'd even cum on her face beforehand, just for the added humiliation. Since she had no clothes, had little choice as well. That afternoon, however, a box came that was labeled with "clothing". She almost dared to hope it meant she could go outside. Take a walk somewhere. Go shopping on her own. But the moment she opened it, she knew that wasn't the case. 

 Inside the box was a red, leather outfit. Almost as red as her hair. It was mostly a collection of straps, exposing both her breasts and her pussy. Obviously this was for some kind of kink. But where did the boys get the money to buy this? It was because of them that Cassandra no longer worked, losing her job after they forced her to humiliate herself in public. They didn't seem to be working. What was the source of their income?

 "Say thank you for the nice outfit, little whore," Eric said, grinning at her disappointed look as she held the outfit up.

 "Thank you, Eric," Cassandra mumbled. 

 Without him telling her, she began to put the outfit on. It was tight and uncomfortable. When she finished, Eric walked over and stuck a finger between her ass cheeks. He began playing with her anus. 

 "You look gorgeous. I love you, Mom," he whispered. 

 Those were the first kind words Eric had said to her in months. She couldn't remember the last time he called her "Mom". It was always "slut" this, and "whore" that. It felt good to hear him call her that again. But she also learned not to trust his false promises in the past. The way he promised she could go free, only to rape her in the back yard in full view of the neighbors. How they were fooled by the flimsy explanation her sons gave them she'd never know.

 Eric guided his mother by the arm upstairs. He led her right into her bedroom. In an instant he stripped himself down. His cock was already throbbing and ready for action. He jumped on the bed, lying on his back. Michael stood behind the cameras, keeping an eye on everything. Cassandra stepped onto the bed, standing over her son. She lowered herself down, thrusting her hips towards the camera. She knew they enjoyed good close ups of her wet cunt. This was the hundredth time she did this. 

 "Back or front?" Cassandra asked. 

 Immediately, Michael pinched her left nipple. It hurt, but not in a bad way. She enjoyed the sensation going through her breast. The only thing she worried about was hims twisting him. A pinch she could handle. But if she didn't want to feel serious pain, she'd obey him. 

 "No, say it like we told you to," Michael said.

 Cassandra sighed, and said, "Ass or cunt?"

 "Good little whore," Eric laughed. He held his hands on his mother's hips. "I think ass will do for now."

 With that, he pushed her down onto his cock, which slid right into her ass. Her sons had fucked her there so often, it didn't even hurt anymore. Instead of thrusting into her himself, he began to lift Cassandra up and down on him, smacking her ass cheeks against him. Michael was preoccupied with filming it all. It surprised her that he didn't join in. How often had they both fucked her simultaneously, with one cock in her ass and one in her pussy. Lately they were more worried about getting good shots.

 Michael crept onto the bed, holding the camera close to Cassandra's face. He asked, 

 "Do you like that cock up your ass?"

 There was only one answer she could give. 

 "Yes. I love a fat cock right in my ass. Please fuck my ass harder," she said as sincere as she could. 

 Michael grinned. He seemed pleased with the footage. He walked back to the computer, and began typing something. From time to time Cassandra would hear a little chime. It sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place from where. Suddenly, Michael seemed interested by something.

 "Hey Eric. Flip that bitch around. There's something we need to try," he said.

 Eric pushed his mom off of his and stood up on the bed. With little effort he flipped her over, with her legs in the air and her head resting on the bed. Her neck hurt, but she was afraid to protest. Without missing a beat, Eric pushed his cock right back into her ass. The position was a bit awkward, but they couldn't ask for better close-up shots of a cock drilling into their mother's ass. Once in a while, Eric slapped his hand right across her pussy. The sensation caused Cassandra to clench her ass, squeezing down on Eric's cock. His pace increased. He was getting close to cumming, so he gave his twin a brief nod.

 Michael nodded back, then lowered himself to his mom's face and pulled on her long red hair. 

 "Open you mouth," he hissed. Cassandra did, preparing herself for what was to come.

 Eric grunted. He was cumming. He pulled himself from his mother's ass and aimed his cock down, spraying shots of his cum over her face. He even got a few right into her mouth. Michael filmed every moment of it. When Eric finished, he casually dropped his mother down on the bed. Michael began to help her take the ridiculous outfit off. Cassandra curled herself up, holding her legs. Maybe they were done for the night? 

 Another chime came from the computer. Both Michael and Eric checked the screen. Cassandra heard her boys chuckle a few times. They seemed really excited over something. The immediately began setting up their cameras again. When they finished, Eric plopped down onto the bed, guiding his mom over him. She held herself up, looking down at her son. He grinned, enjoying the sight of her cum-stained face looking so despondent. She lowered herself until she felt his cock pushing against her pubic hair. Eric grabbed his cock and pressed the head against her pussy lips, moistening it up. Cassandra shut her eyes and awaited her son's cock to go in. But Eric seemed to hold off. What was going on?

 "Are you ready, Mike?" Eric asked. 

 His brother had stripped down and held his erect penis in his hand. Cassandra expected her boy to stick it right in her ass, as was usually the case when they fucked her together. It came as quite a shock when Michael pressed himself against her pussy lips as well. What was going on? 

 With a little force, the two brothers pushed both their cocks into their mother's pussy. She screamed out. Wailing for the first time in a while. A whole new pain shivered through her body. Both her boys were fucking her cunt at the same time. It was unbearable. It was then she stopped caring if she angered them. Every word she wanted to say but had buried deep down came flooding out.




Destruction Pt. 04



"You bastards. You sons of bitches. You're tearing me apart!" she screamed. 

 Her boys laughed. Her curses excited them even more. Her pussy tingled and became much wetter, so they picked up their pace, grinding deep inside her. 

 "You motherfuckers," she whimpered.

 "That's right. You're right, you cunt. We are motherfuckers. And you love it, you skank," Eric said, grinning as he did.

 They fucked her like that for fifteen minutes straight. Once in a while Cassandra would sob out another insult, but that just inspired her sons to keep going. They loved fucking her, no matter how much it hurt. Sometimes she felt like they loved hurting her more than anything. But it didn't really matter what they preferred. They'd fuck her nonetheless.

 Feeling both of them harden inside her at the same time, getting closer to cumming in her cunt, was a new experience. Like so often, she lost control of her body. It was being pleased, even if they took her like an animal. They grunted like savages, thrusting deep into her and grinding against her clit. She began to shiver as she approached climax. All three of them came at the same time. Her juices leaked all over her boys, while they sprayed their cum deep into her pussy. 

 They laid down on the bed, panting heavily. Michael grabbed a camera and got some close ups of their cum leaking out from their mother's pussy. Eric got up and checked the computer screen. Cassandra could only lie there, trying to collect herself. But she felt woozy. It started to get dark in her eyes. It had been a while since she last passed out from being fucked. Her boys ignored her, more preoccupied with their work. They let her sleep. For now.

 #

 The next morning, Cassandra was exhausted. Last night, Eric won their nightly coin toss. His demand was that she would suck him off all night until sun-up. Even if he fell asleep, under no circumstances was she to remove his cock from her mouth. She didn't get any rest and her jaw hurt like crazy. When Eric woke up, he was happy to see his mother still holding his cock in her mouth. He began his day refreshed and ready, starting with roughly deep-throating Cassandra. While she didn't have much of a gag reflex anymore, it still hurt. Eric finished by spraying her face with another thick load of cum. Not a second later, Michael had gotten up and grabbed her arm and pushed her on her knees. Without saying a word he pushed his cock into his mother's mouth. She let it happen, feeling his nineteen-year old cock rub against her tongue. It didn't take long for him to spasm. He pulled out and added his own coating of hot cum to his brother's, spraying onto her face. 

 "Leave it," Eric grumbled as he got dressed. "We're going out. When we get back, it better still be on your slut face. Got that?" he asked. 

 Cassandra nodded. Her sons left her there, on the floor of their room as the headed out. She could hear them locking all the doors. Her cage was shut.

 Cassandra walked around the house, holding a blanket to keep herself warm. She had no clothes of her own anymore, so she had no other way to cover herself. As she walked around, she looked at all the old photos of them when they boys were young. They all looked so happy in them. Eric didn't have that cruel glint in his eyes, while Michael seemed to be hugging his mom in nearly every photo. And she herself looked so much better. Life in her eyes. A blush in her cheek. That all seemed like ancient history now. And only seven months had gone by since their return around their nineteenth birthday. Her own was coming up. Soon she'd be a forty year old woman. A woman who was a slave to her sons. Their play toy for their lust. Their whore. 

 #

 The boys were running late. Cassandra began to worry like she had in the past. Nowadays she had no idea were they went during the day. And she no longer had her cell phone to call them in case of emergencies. Maybe there was something in her room that she could use to figure out where they were? But they locked that room too these days. They didn't want her to touch their equipment. She went upstairs anyway. To her surprise, the door wasn't locked this time. She swung it open and entered her bed room. Even their computer was still on. It wasn't like them to be so careless with their stuff.

 Then an idea hit her. She sat in front of the PC and began looking for a way to e-mail someone. Anyone at all. Someone who would come and help her break free from her prison. On the desktop there was one single folder, labeled "work". She grew curious. She wondered what they had done with all the footage of their escapades. They filmed nearly all their most extreme moments. From her double violation from yesterday to the night they raped her in the yard. What had they done with it?

 There were quite a number of videos. Moments from her past she would have liked to forget, immortalized in these videos. She sped through them, seeing herself being humiliated, violated and raped into submission. But under the videos folder was another one, which read "Web and Ads". What could that be?

 She opened it up. To her horror, she saw a series of photos of herself in an ad. 

 "Hot milf, ready to take as many cocks as she can. Sign up now," read one of them. 

 There nearly two dozen of these, with the same web-address under each. She couldn't bear not knowing for certain, and typed the address in on her web browser. It brought her to some sort of video chat site. In the corner she saw a login, with the password already set up. Despite her best judgement, she simply had to know. She clicked login. Not a moment after she did, one of the cameras booted up. A window popped up, and Cassandra could see herself on screen. Her face and red hair covered with her sons's cum. She looked in horror when the messages started popping up.

 "Hey beauty! Early show today?"

 "Yo red. Nice facial. Care for another?"

 "What a beautiful slut. I want to fuck dat ass!"

 "What up girl. How about playing with that pussy!"

 The messages went on like that. There were over a hundred viewers. And Cassandra knew there would be plenty more. Then the strangest message of them all popped up.

 "Yo, Cassandra. You hot. Can't wait till March 12th!"

 March 12th? That was her birthday. Her fortieth. What else would be going on then? What were the boys planning?

 "Ooh, snooping around are we?" Eric said in a playful tone. Cassandra yelped as she was startled. Her sons walked over to her. Eric looked at the screen and smiled. 

 "They ruined the birthday surprise. Doesn't matter though. You're gonna love it anyway."

 "Surprise?" Cassandra stammered. 

 Eric leaned over and opened up another folder. It was another add, still being worked on. It showed Cassandra with her legs spread wide, while cum leaked out of both her ass and pussy. Underneath that was a banner that read: 

 "Love our whore Cassandra? Then cum and enjoy the queen of sluts yourself. Open for business from March 12."

 "What--?" Cassandra stammered.

 "We've been making a lot of scratch from our fuck sessions for a while now. At first we sold access so others could look at our videos on our website. But we've moved up to live streaming since then. We set up a whole bunch of stuff to promote your ass. Twitter account, Facebook group. You name it. And every month we rack in our earnings. Didn't you ever wonder what kept the lights on with you not working? Unless you call what we do work. You've made us a fortune," Eric laughed. "But we figured we were being selfish. We want to share you with as many people as possible. So we set up a bidding system. Highest bidder gets to fuck you on a live stream, that will be watched around the world. You're getting some new cocks to play with, bitch! Happy birthday, slut-face!"

 Eric began to laugh, rubbing his hand through his mother's red hair. Cassandra trembled, in both fear and rage. They were gonna pimp her out. Who knows how many men a week? And how long would they keep it up? Months? Years? She had enough. She was done. Sick of it all. Sick of the humiliation and the pain. Sick of her two boys, who were nothing like they once were. This was it. 

 To everyones shock, including her own, Cassandra grabbed the computer keyboard and swung it right into Eric's face. He fell down, groaning in pain. The keyboard broke in two, but Cassandra used the half that was still in her hand and threw it right at Michael. Never had any of them expected her to find the strength and assault her sons like this. 

 She ran for the door. She heard Michael groan after her, but she didn't care to listen. She bolted down the stairs. Eric had left the car keys on the kitchen table. Without hesitation she snatched them up. The door was still unlocked, so she managed to leave the house. Her skin shivered in the cold air, but she kept on running. Buck naked, she ran down the driveway and jumped into the car. She put the key in and began driving away. To where, she didn't know. Nor did she care. All she wanted was to get away. She drove, first speeding for the longest time. Then she figured she'd best avoid getting pulled over, so she slowed down. She drove on. Sometimes trucks saw her, sitting by the steer without a shred of clothing and cum coating her face, and blew their horns. She ignored them. Nothing they did could compare to the nightmare she just escaped. 

 Hours went by. She needed to stop for gas soon. But clothes were a priority. Luckily, Eric left some money in the car. A few hundred dollar bills that could hold her over. Once she crossed the state line, the sun began to rise. The road was quiet. She pulled over by the road. It was then she finally cried. She sobbed deep tears of both joy and sorrow. Joy for being free. Sorrow for what was done to her. She wiped the cum from her face and looked into the mirror. She knew her boys would never stop to find her. She had one option left.

 #

 Karen enjoyed her job at the insurance firm. It was a small firm, in a small rural town. She popped into town a few months back. She was a beautiful forty year old woman with short blonde hair, which some folks suspected she dyed. She was also pregnant, but the firm didn't mind that when she applied for work. 

 She saved up enough money to buy the small house on the outskirts of town. There she could prepare a nice home for her upcoming baby. It was a girl, the doctor told her. She was more pleased than anything to hear that. Karen knew that another boy would bring back bad memories. She could never go through the pain of raising someone and being betrayed by them again. Where she came from, no one knew. No one asked. She was just Karen, keeping to herself and making the best of her situation. 

 But from time to time, Karen would look up a certain website. A streaming site that was hosted by a pair of young men. Brothers. Twins, in fact. What she saw horrified her. They had found themselves a red-haired woman, maybe around thirty in age, whom they used for all kinds of sexual pleasures. They fucked her pussy and ass raw. They had her suck their cocks and then came on her face. Sometimes there'd be a stranger joining in on the fun. The woman on screen cried often, but took her abuse nonetheless.

 Karen pitied her. She had been in her place once. She knew the pain that came with it. But she dared not to call the authorities on them. They were once her boys. She had loved them. She still loved them, despite what they did to her. Plus, if she did they might find her again. She couldn't go back. Ever.

 Which was why it surprised her so much that during one of their fuck sessions, as one boy fucked the woman's cunt while forcing her to suck his brothers cock at the same time, she found her hands wandering. It shocked her that she was rubbing her own clit to this. But it felt too good to stop now. She knew what it was like, to be their whore. They found a new whore to replace her. Some days she even envied her, longing to be fucked by a pair of young cocks again. Sucking them dry or having them take her pussy and ass at the same time. But Karen knew nobody could replace her in her boys's hearts. They longed for her. And perhaps some part of her longed for them. To again be the woman they raped. The woman they destroyed.

 THE END...?