The stream of people carried him away. He quickly turned into a quieter side street. Mark looked around and tried to figure in which part of the city he was but nothing seemed to be familiar to him. Everything was so alien to him... even the people around him. THINK... he thought to himself. Your mother... she fucked with your best friend. WHY? Reason for this was... Mark closed his eyes and concentrated.
"The reason for that was because she... Come on... Tom explained it to you, he said... " Mark stopped.
He couldn't remember it. Whatever happened to him it must have taken his memory. But how and why? I better go home... he thought and looked for a Taxi. Taxi equals money... he thought. Quickly his hands dug into the pockets of his pants. Left hand nothing... right hand... something. He pulled it out. It was a 20 Dollar bill and a piece of paper. Mark moved closer to the main street to get some light. It was a note but difficult to read. It seemed as if somebody had written it down in haste.
"Help us... go to this address. It's safe. " He read out.
Mark flipped the paper round and found a street name and house number.
"Right... " he mumbled. "Thank you for getting me more confused. " He crushed the paper in his palm. At least he had 20 Dollars now. He could take a taxi and drive as far he could pay for into the direction of his house. The drive from his suburban place to the city took normally 30 minutes by car. 20 Dollars should be more than enough he thought. But the curious note made him worry. I still can go to that place later. Mark ran out to the street caught a taxi and drove home. Maybe he thought he would remember something there. Mark was in luck. The ride only cost him 18 Dollars. He paid and rushed up the lawn to his house. The house was dark but his mother's car was parked on the side. The front door was locked so he tried the back. It was open. He came in through the kitchen and recalled the day when he had seen them fucking here. Why could he remember that but not the important facts. He touched the cold kitchen floor and saw for a moment the scene in front of him. It was dark and quiet and Mark decided not to switch on the lights. Something was odd about this silence. He could hear his blood rushing through his ears. Slowly he moved to the living room. His eyes quickly got used to the darkness. But the room was empty. The standby button of the television was staring at him with an angry red light.
"Mom?" he whispered but his voice seemed awfully loud.
But the living room remained silent. He had no other choice then move upstairs. Lifting each of his legs carefully he moved in utter silence to the top floors of the house. The air was damp and sticky. A thin layer of sweat lay on his forehead. He could smell her perfume. The bathroom door was open and looked like a gaping dark hole. Mark started to feel a little nervous. The urge in him to switch on the lights grew. What was he actually looking for? His mother? Why shouldn't he just shout for her... why this precaution? He didn't know... only something in him said he should be careful. Next to the bathroom was his mother's room. The door was shut. He stood in front of it for a minute and waited. His breathing was so loud that he couldn't hear anything else. Leaning closer to the door he his hand slowly grabbed the doorknob. With a slight push it opened. The room was dark. It was darker than the corridor. There seemed to be no light source at all in the room. The air was stale, hot and stank of sweat. Suddenly an arm grabbed him and pulled him with great force inside. He tried to halt his fall but unable to do so he crashed into something hard. For a moment he saw stars. Soon a number of hands grabbed his arms and legs. Mark screamed in pain when somebody twisted his knee into a direction, which it normally shouldn't move at all.
"Stop it for fucks sake!" he screamed. His body jerked from one side to the other but strong hands kept him on the ground.
Mark sensed a number of people in the room. Some were moving. He winced and closed his eyes when the light was turned on. Blinking his eyelashes he quickly scanned the room. Three muscular guys were holding him steady on the ground. They stank of sweat. A shadow fell on Marks face and he looked up.
"I kill you... you piece of shit!" he grunted.
"How sweet. Thanks for coming by... but, the party is already over. You missed it again. " Tom chuckled and looked over to his father.
Mark tried to move but he couldn't. Tears of frustration filled his eye. Tom is a real hardcore bastard, he thought. Why is he doing this again? But what Mark saw in the next minute made him remember again. It was Tom's father. He was naked, sweating and out of breath. Somebody on the bed was moaning when he climbed of and looked Mark into the eyes. Mark knew instantly that it was his mother who was on the bed... all the memory came back. How Greg had given him some weird drug, the amazing sex he had with that girl in the secret compound of Tom's father's company. He also remembered this girl... Julie giving him another shot after which he nearly passed out, whispering to him that she would help him... he recalled how she had dragged him into a car... the note! It must have been her who slipped him the money and the note... Christ and he just ran back into these bastards' arms again.
"How did you get here?" Phil asked him.
He looked at Mark in a puzzled way.
"I thought you are with Greg. What happened?" he asked him. Mark didn't say a word. The guy holding his arms bend them further. Pain shot through his body. Mark screamed.
"I don't know!" he yelled.
"Tom, take care of his mother while I'm talking with him. She is asking for a dick. "
"Yes, Dad, with pleasure. Mark's mother is always a good fuck. That you know don't you Mark?"
Tom chuckled and looked into his friends face. Mark screamed and his face turned red with anger. He didn't care about the pain anymore. He just wanted to rip these people into shreds.
"GET OFF HER!" he screamed. But his outcries were soon muffled when one of the three men threw his massive hands on his mouth.
Tom undressed and vanished from Marks vision. There was another fat man beside the curtain. He was just staring at the bed. Mark wanted to see what was going on there. He could hear a long and passionate female outcry. What are they doing to her... Mark thought.
"So," Phil turned back his attention on Mark. "How was the fuck with Julie? She is one tight pussy isn't she? I hope you had a thrilling ride. "
Mark couldn't answer so he went on.
"I want to know how you got out. I had given specific orders so you could live happily ever after in my pleasure garden. So Mark, who was it? Who set you free?"
The big hand was lifted of his mouth. Mark just stared into his eyes.
"FUCK YOU!"
"Of course... stubborn as your mother. Well, I won't have time to have a discussion with you all night. It is already past 12. " Phil said and gave the men a wink.
Mark was lifted up onto his legs.
"Now you have a better view on it. " Phil grinned at him.
Mark knew it. It was his mother. Tom was fucking her. Her legs and were wide spread and wrapped around the back of his friend. She was crying out loud in pleasure. Her sweat-covered face was contorted into a mask of pure pleasure. Her eyes and mouth were wide open. With each swing of Toms cock an incredible sound came out of her mouth. He couldn't believe this was his mother. What had happened to her while he was gone?
"FUCK, FUCK YES... FUCK IT. FUCK MY HOT CUNT. " She was screaming and swinging her arms.
Her head jerked back and forth. Tom was panting, his hips moving faster with each thrust. He licked his wet tongue over her erect nipples and groping them deliciously. Mark was shocked. The woman he had seen this afternoon was already far from normal... but now she was mad. Her eyes had a weird shine and the look on her face had something of a wild animal. She seemed to have lost all senses.
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