Roxane and the Women's Murderer

Roxane's family came from Trabzon on the Black Sea. They had to flee because her father had committed murder. They settled in southwest Ukraine and opened a liquor store with a license. Since her father had no time for the authorities, he was able to sell bootleg raki cheaply. From an early age, the girl served in the bar, and the guests loved watching the sweet little girl. Unfortunately, her parents were alcoholics themselves, so there was nothing to save.

Roxane grew up loving to snuggle up naked against her parents' bodies and rub her pussy against them, experiencing the most wonderful sexual sensations. She watched with great interest as her father fucked her mother and soon discovered that her mother only showed passion when she wasn't too drunk. Therefore, when Roxane was still a very young girl, her father brought her mother's youngest sister, almost a child, into the marital bed. Little Roxane sat every night in a corner of the bed with her thumb in her mouth and watched curiously as her father fucked her mother's sister powerfully until, years later, he was able to sell her to a merchant and marry her off in the city of Odessa. Papa didn't mind the child groping and examining his cock out of curiosity. The girl didn't mind at all that her father liked to grope her naked baby-pussy or play with her little clit. Of course, Daddy was far too drunk and clumsy to rub her clit as well as she did at night herself. It wasn't long before her mother showed her how to make Daddy's cock squirt with her hand. Roxane wanted to be able to do it too, so her mother gave her the opportunity to learn. And Roxane internalized that mothers didn't need sex as often as the fathers, but Daddy had to cum every night. Her mother liked to show her child how she rubs Daddy's cock and make him cum, because Mother was usually too drunk to enjoy marital sex. She taught the girl to lick the cock first and then to diligently make Daddy cum with her hand. Roxane loved doing it when her parents were too tired or too drunk to fuck, and she could take care of Daddy's semi-hard cock like a grown-up. Of course, she quickly figured out the functions of the cock, because she was a smart child. How to make a semi-erect cock really hard with slow, firm strokes, how to quickly and vigorously rub the foreskin back and forth over the glans until he came. How to keep rubbing it until it began to soften.

Mom later showed her how to sit on Daddy's cock, clamp the cock between her labia, and rock her slit back and forth until Daddy came. Roxane looked down and let Daddy's glans disappear into her slit and reappear. It looked amazing, as if her slit had its own mushroom-shaped glans that she could make disappear and reappear. She heard Daddy gasp with pleasure, the glans grew thicker and thicker, and Daddy grunted loudly as the juice spurted from the little hole in the glans. Roxane grinned wickedly, because that was the first part. This rocking had the advantage that she usually reached orgasm herself, because she learned to press her clit onto his cock. She pressed her clit firmly onto his shaft and rubbed it back and forth very quickly, which allowed her to reach orgasm as well. She sank onto her father's chest and let the explosion fade away. Mom watched the riding appraisingly and beamed with satisfaction, because she loved Dad as much as she did her daughter, and it was a joy to see them both orgasm while riding. The little girl was very proud to be able to take care of Dad's orgasm, and this fulfilled her greatly.

Of course, her mother had taught her that only paying guys were allowed to stick their thing in her little hole, and anyone who wanted to cum inside had to pay double. Roxane flirted with all the guests and happily let herself be fucked behind the house for good money. She adopted the underhandedness from her mother, who herself enjoyed earning a few extra bucks the same way. Roxane learned very quickly how to get money out of the guys' pockets. Mom beamed with satisfaction when Roxane brought home the fees from a dozen horny guys. The little girl has the best potential to become a great whore, she told her husband with a smirky grin.

Even Mom's praise made her blush with pride. She often rubbed Daddy's cock up and down her little slit; it tickled so wonderfully that she sometimes continued until she climaxed. Daddy would then shake his head when the girl asked about being fucked. No, she was still too young for sex, he murmured, licking his lips nonetheless. But at 12, her father deflowered her, and Roxane was very proud to now be Daddy's favored wife. She had been masturbating intensely since early childhood and now loved the orgasms she received from being fucked. No, she had neither trauma nor the feeling of being a victim. Being Daddy's little wifey filled her with great pride; even her mother had to laugh and smile at her arrogant daughter, so she didn't have to feel jealous.

When there were no guests, she bathed in the little stream with one or two boys from the neighborhood. They were both younger than her, Jako about 11 and Ivan about 10. While Ivan still had a very childlike-looking little cock, Jako ​​already had a larger, firmer one. She took Ivan's small cock in her hand and rubbed his foreskin up and down, always staring at the small hole in his glans. She laughed loudly when his semen spurted out. She remembered how shocked and surprised the boy was when he ejaculated for the first time. She let him ejaculate into the small stream and washed his glans clean. From that day on, she was the boy's hero, and both let her make them ejaculate as often as they could. Then she devoted herself to the other boy's cock, Jako. She rubbed this too, subtly and with great pleasure, so that his semen spurted even higher. He could squirt into the stream in a much higher arc than his cousin. After that, she let both boys fuck her, one after the other, as often as they could. From the front or from behind, it didn't really matter to her; she enjoyed her power and dominance over the boys. She had told the boys the secrets of her home. How her mother earned a few bucks by letting some guests fuck her behind the house. And she described in great detail how she had learned to make her father squirt. And of course, her first fuck at 12, with Dad of course, and how she loved earning some money like her mom by letting herself be fucked in the grass behind the house and getting paid well for it. The boys listened with open mouths to the older girl's stories.

The boys themselves were completely inexperienced, and after Roxane had encouraged them to gather informatoions themselves fully, they also had a lot to tell. Their mothers were sisters and came for summer vacation to their brother Sam's farm. While Ivan's mom was still avoiding taking care of her little boy's cock, Jako's mom was already fully into it. After dinner, all five of them went naked into the big double bed to cuddle and snuggle. Jako's mom had him sit on her bare lap and then rubbed Jako's cock, pumping him hard until he came. Jako was actually embarrassed to be masturbated in front of everyone, but the urge to cum was stronger. He closed his eyes, spread his legs wide, and surrendered himself to his mother's skilled hands to make him cum for the second time. Then the two boys went to the next room, where their mattresses were on the floor. Now they could clearly hear through the door how Sam first fucked one sister and, after a short pause, the other sister as well. They listened, holding their breath, because it was actually a very big secret that the brother was fucking both sisters. Only when Roxane urged them did they spy through the crack in the door and watch the fucking in the dim light of the nightlamp. The next day, they were both able to give Roxane a vivid account of the fucking. Once, as the two of them were sitting on a rock in the river, Jako confessed that he'd had to fuck his mother a few times. "Have to?" Roxanne blurted out. Jako nodded. "Mom usually masturbates alone early in the morning, and she doesn't really care whether I'm lying next to her or not. So she forced me a few times to fuck her before she climaxed because it was difficult for her to get her climax. When I spilled my whole load into her fuckhole, her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. But I only had to do that a very few times, because she doesn't really want me to fuck her and let me cum inside her." Roxane asked how often that happened? Jako scratched his head. "About 12 times in the last two months, even less before that." Roxane laughed out loud. "Only a couple of times, sounds like it!" Roxane stroked his cock; she liked this boy. Jako continued. "Ivan's mom is pretty deceitful and guileful. When I stay over at Ivan's because my mom is meeting a one-night stand, I have to lie with his mom in the big marital bed. I have to fuck her until well after midnight, cumming inside her until I'm completely empty and dry. But she refuses to pump Ivan's cock by hand, she pretends to be shy and chaste. What a hypocrite!" Roxane grinned and questioned him in detail. It was an exciting, horny summer vacation.

Artem Galebnikov was a well-known and feared gangster who bought women and girls from the countryside and sold them to brothels and clubs in the West for good dollars. At the beginning of this business model, he found plenty of time to enjoyably fuck each of his victims. The better she was to fuck, the later he sold her. He was a broad-shouldered giant, 6'5" and a feared knife-wielding thief. He enjoyed drinking with his buddies, and so his eyes fell on young Roxane. He was instantly captivated by her, something that had never happened to him before. It struck him like a lightning bolt; he couldn't resist Roxane's attraction and sexual charisma. His fate was decided.

Mom immediately recognized the goldfish she had on her hook. She told her daughter that an opportunity like that wasn't to be missed and told Roxane not to fuck any more guys for the time being. And for months, Artem had to, whether he liked it or not, fuck Roxanes mother behind the house for good money. Of course, she made his mouth water, but he couldn't get close to her daughter. She too really enjoyed being fucked by his magnificently large cock while lying in the grass; she too was insatiable in her desire. Of course, Dad didn't want to give up his daughter either. But Artem was in love for the first time in his life; until then, girls and women had only been there to be fucked, and he hadn't been raised with the slightest respect for them. As a boy, he had initially been completely confused, because his mother had already raised him to "selfishly consume" women. She herself was completely indifferent to being fucked by her son, as she had no respect for God or nature. She made the most of it and taught Artem to find her G-spot and fuck her to orgasm. Because women were there to be fucked; they were to receive a man's seed and give life; that was the only order in her world. And Artem was a good son, fucking his mother every night with the greed and passion of youth. He could never and would never accept that she was an evil witch.

Artem finally offered a lot of money, so the stubborn father finally gave in to the suitor. Roxane watched the weeks of haggling with mixed feelings. She was only 14 and far too young to marry, but she definitely didn't want to be sold to a brothel. Therefore, she pestered her father every night during the haggling, making it a fixture in the business. Only when Artem, intoxicated by his infatuation, promised to marry Roxane and not sell her to a brothel did they reach an agreement. Roxane left with Artem and would never return.

That evening, she lay down with Artem for the first time. She was a slender girl, 14 years old, with a pretty, friendly face. Her bright, light-green eyes made any man melt. Her breasts, small, round half apples, were adorable and would delight any man. Her long, reddish-blonde curls fell to her hips when she loosened her hairband. Her pubic hair, also reddish-blonde, was just a soft fuzz at that time. Her pussy had already been through quite a bit, but still looked virginally tender. Artem looked at his bride, and his heart overflowed.

Roxane looked at the naked body of her future husband. He looked like a muscular Roman gladiator and had a once-handsome face marked by many fists. He was approaching 40, but his body was muscular and athletic. Scars testified to many stabbings, but Roxane didn't care. Her eyes were glued to his cock. She only knew her father's and those of many guests who paid her to fuck her. But she'd never seen one like Artem's; it was almost as long as her forearm and half as thick. A true monster. Anticipation filled her; she never thought for a moment that he might tear her tender little fuckhole apart. She licked her lips. How lucky she was to be able to call such a gigantic thing her own!

Artem grinned cheekily. "Don't be afraid, sweetie, he's gone in every one of them without any problems so far; looks are deceiving." She whispered, had he fucked other women before? Artem laughed. "My dear, you know how I make my money. And I've fucked every single one I've ever had before selling her. Except for the virgins, they brought in a pretty penny. Some of the women were just for one night, others for a week. I've had them all: simple and clever, fat and thin, shy and impudent. My favorite were the newlyweds who weren't satisfied with their husband's cock. They're the best at fucking!"

"But that's over now. I'm completely addicted to you, I only need you, no one else. I promise." He thought for a moment. "Be my wife and give me children, I want to start a real family with you!"

Roxane was still a child, but she sensed the importance of the moment. "Artem Galebnikov, I take you as my husband and promise to be a good wife and mother to your children!" She kissed him on the lips, sealing her promise. She had only told Artem that her own father had deflowered her and fucked her night after night for about two years, because by that time, Mom had already fallen asleep drunk. Yes, sometimes she practically had to force him to fuck her because he was too drunk, but she needed the orgasm, she claimed. She never told him about the many guests who had been allowed to fuck her for a handful of coins.

She would never forget the first night with Artem. He had quite a bit of trouble forcing his three-quarters-hard cock inside. She gritted her teeth as the massive cock stretched her fuckhole to its limits. But he was very skilled, quickly found her G-spot, and fucked her for almost half an hour. She had two orgasms that almost tore her apart. But she held on to him, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, her fuck-hole never letting go of his cock. Artem's cock hardened even more, and she felt every hard spurt as he shot his semen into her. She held on for a long time before letting him slide aside. At midnight, he fucked her again, and again early the next morning. Thus began their honeymoon, during which they traveled across the country for several months, to the Carpathian Mountains and all the way to the Danube in Belgrade. He conducted his business by phone, which didn't work particularly well over a distance, but he was completely besotted with Roxane.

Would Roxane tolerate it if he continued to fuck women before selling them on? It was essential in this business, he claimed. Roxane nodded in agreement, her throat tight. She'd only had him for a few months, but now she had to share him with others. He only fucked the women in the afternoon; in the evenings, he had to serve Roxane. She sometimes peeked through the crack in the door. Somehow, it was arousing for her, too, to see his cock pounding in the girl's fuck-hole. But her heart had taken a serious hit. The fact that he drank with his buddies, bought and sold women, or occasionally stabbed someone with his knife — all of that was none of her business; it was all his business. But fucking all those other women hurt. Not that he ever fell in love with one of them — he never did. But he had to stick his cock inside each one and cum inside, and that hurt a lot.

At 17, Roxane became pregnant. Artem was practically overjoyed; he really wanted to have a family of his own, absolutely. It wasn't until she was pregnant that Roxane fell in love again. She had been faithful to Artem for four years, but now her hormones were doing somersaults, and she let her lover fuck her every afternoon for three weeks. Then the dream was over, but the next lover was found very quickly. Like the first, this one also had a decently large cock, and she let him fuck her, squealing and jubilant. She believed it was her right, since Artem also fucked other women every day. She was clever enough to keep everything secret, and Artem never noticed.

During her pregnancy, she began masturbating like crazy again. During the first few years with Artem, she only had the urge once a month at most, but now her hormones were running wild, controlling her and her clit. But after the birth, it continued; this crazy desire to masturbate remained unabated until the end of her life. Artem had never seen her masturbate, nor had he ever caught her doing it. But now, with little Frankie sleeping with her, it became increasingly difficult to hide her masturbating. She always had to wait until her little son was asleep.

For Roxane, having a lover during her pregnancy became completely normal. Masturbation was all well and good, but sex was something else entirely. She had constant affairs until Frank was born, and then again for seven years afterward. Then she became more cautious, because Frankie was no longer a child; he would notice something, and that could trigger a catastrophe. She had fewer and fewer affairs and had to satisfy her desires with heavy masturbation.

After giving birth, she stopped having her period. The gynecologist said she wouldn't have any more children. Roxane was very sad about this and didn't tell Artem until many months later. He reacted angrily, but he didn't beat her; he was still in love with her. But their sexual relationship gradually cooled.

From an early age, Frankie slept naked with her. Nudity became as natural to him as it was to her; she had always slept naked at her parents' house and was allowed to play with her father's cock. She stroked her Frankie, kissed, and caressed him. She played innocently with his cock and could see that he would have a cock just as powerful as his father's. She showed him how to move his foreskin back and forth to make himself happy. She pressed him against the side of her naked body while he rubbed himself until his cock collapsed. He was about 8 or 9 when he started to ejaculate. She explained the basics to him, and he was allowed to ejaculate all over her thighs every night. She knew it wouldn't stop there, but he was still too young to learn how to fuck from her. Artem knew from the start that it was Roxane's motherly duty to teach her son how to fuck; he didn't know any different.

Frankie was a good student, and she learned to read and write with him. Now she could not only look at the pictures in the porn magazines, but also read the raunchy texts. Frankie masturbated every night and ejaculated all over his mother's thighs. He never dreamed of fucking her. Now, at 11, he developed severe tendonitis and couldn't masturbate. He forced his mother to rub his cock so he could cum. Almost reverently, she took his cock, much too large for his age, in her hand. She pulled the foreskin back and forth, back and forth. She licked her lips, longing so much to take his glans between her lips. But she didn't, pulling and pushing the foreskin until the cock reared up and erupted explosively over her small, round breasts.

He enjoyed being served immensely; he now had both hands free to grope his mom's sex extensively and boldly while she masturbated him. He must have watched her masturbate, because his fingers deliberately sought out her clit. He rubbed it vigorously while she masturbated him, but he was rarely able to bring her to orgasm. She smiled, ashamed, because no one other than herself had ever rubbed her clit.

From then on, Frankie let Roxane masturbate him every night, greedily playing with her clit. On his 12th birthday, Frankie got both Artem and Roxane drunk. Artem collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep, snoring softly. Frankie picked up his feather-light mother in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, where he undressed her naked and laid her on the bed.

Roxane must have suspected what he was planning when he also undressed and lay down next to her. "Frankie, darling, you wouldn't want to fuck your own mother, dishonor her, and sin against God and nature, would you?" she slurred heavily. Frankie hugged her and kissed her cheek. "Yes, Mom, that's exactly what I want to do — and I couldn't care less about God or nature. If they don't like it, then they should both stop me now." Roxane lay soft and defenseless on her back, and she had no strength to stop him as he gently parted her legs. Soft and smooth, his cock, which of course hadn't yet reached the size of Artem's, slid into her fuckhole. Roxane sighed speechlessly. Frankie's eyes laughed as he penetrated deeply. "See, Mom, it goes all the way in!" he murmured, smiling proudly. Roxane hadn't completely given up. "Men have to fuck women to create new life, I know that. But sons aren't allowed to fuck their mothers, aren't allowed to father their own siblings; that goes against both the divine and natural order. We can't do that." Frankie blinked slyly. "Mom, are you afraid I might give you a sibling of mine?" Of course, they both knew she didn't have her period and couldn't have any more children. Roxane shook her head. "No, you're right, I can't have another sibling." Tears ran down her cheeks. "You're taking advantage of the situation to fuck your mother, treating her as disrespectfully as your daddy treats his sluts!" Frankie began to thrust into her slowly. "On the contrary, Mom, I love you with all my heart, I respect you, and I've been pining for you ever since, Mom!" She let her head tilt to the side, and her tears dripped onto the pillow. But it felt wonderful; he had quickly found her G-spot and was deliberately thrusting there. How did he know this secret!? How wonderful it felt as the heat crept up her loins and ignited the fire in her clit. She lay completely passively in his arms and simply let the orgasm happen. Now she clutched his shoulders, her pussy spasming and twitching violently. Then she let herself sink back, filled with grief and guilt, as after every orgasm. The post-coital sadness, she recognized that very well.

Frankie had to continue thrusting hard for a few more minutes before he bucked and shot his full loads inside. Roxane wept with joy. They had sinned, but it was wonderful. She knew it would happen again and again, and she felt guilty. "What a slut I am, a caricature of a mother! No decent mother lets her own son fuck her! They're content with making him cum with their hands, because that's not incest, is it? Fucking is incest, and I should be ashamed of myself!" But she smiled through her tears; Frankie had crossed the red line, and without any significant resistance on her part.

Roxane now acted tight-lipped when Frankie wanted to fuck her. She shook her head vigorously and grabbed his cock. "Come on, I'll do it with my hand!" she said, and did it to him. How much she loved his cock! It wasn't as big as Artem's yet, but considerably bigger than those of his peers. She loved sliding her hand up the entire shaft and folding the foreskin over the glans, only to immediately pull the foreskin back tightly and slide down the long shaft. She smiled at her answer when she said the slight curve in his shaft was from masturbating so much with the same hand. She grinned mischievously, because she had just thought that up.

Her hand faltered. "You play with my clit so much, my love?" she asked him. Yes, said the rascal, he had often secretly watched her masturbate and wanted to do the same. She nodded and leaned back. With quiet commands, she guided his clumsy fingers until she reached orgasm. "You can always do it to me while I'm doing it to you," she said with a rich coo. He was and remained clumsy, but she enjoyed surrendering to his fingers, even when he couldn't trigger her orgasm. Then she intervened and finished it off with her own finger. She gradually gave up her reserve and shyness regarding her masturbation.

Frankie always had to entice her to drink and fucked her when she was drunk. This, too, changed over the weeks; this inhibition gradually disappeared. She willingly let her 13-year-old fuck her because he was great at it. He knew how her G-spot reacted, and so she quickly orgasmed while being fucked. She often wondered where his knowledge came from? She held on to him tightly as her lower abdomen wriggled and twitched. This intimate, orgasmic embrace burned itself into her heart, and they both loved this moment because afterwards he could cum inside to his heart's content. She wouldn't call it that, but she had become Frankie's secret wife, especially since Artem compensated for his fears of getting older by fucking as many strange women as his age and body allowed. He rarely slept with Roxane anymore because she was getting older too. She was the type of woman who began to age rapidly in her mid-30s. She saw her wrinkles and lines every day, and Frankie was the only one who didn't care.

In this close mother-son relationship, Frankie told her about every conquest he made at school. He fucked the girls, one after the other, regardless of whether they allowed it willingly or he had to use force. He didn't have the slightest qualms about forcing or raping a girl. Roxane tried to reprimand him, but he was a bastard like his father. She was sick of hearing that stupid saying, "Men mount women to create new lives." But Frankie hung out with his father more and more often, drank with his buddies, and was even allowed to mount one or two of Artem's girls before they were sold on. Roxane felt a heavy heart; she didn't want to see Frankie follow in his father's footsteps.

Artem, however, bonded his son more and more closely. He suspected, of course, that Roxane let Frankie fuck her, but he didn't really want to know for sure. It annoyed him that his son was constantly hanging on his mother's apron strings and still slept naked with her. But Artem wanted him involved in his business, because he was supposed to take over one day. He fed Frankie, initially through drinking parties with his friends. Then he went a step further; he let Frankie fuck all the girls and women he sold. Frankie willingly agreed; the schoolgirls were boring in comparison, difficult to get, and wanted him all to herself. Artem remembered that he himself had been trapped between his mother's thighs for a decade. When he was finally ready to leave the nest, she tied him down even more tightly, luring him daily between her covetous thighs and only letting him go when he had shot his full load inside. No matter how much he desired a female peer, he first had to win her mother's blessing to fuck the lovely maiden between his mother's thighs. His companions knew how much he longed for sexual liberation. One day, his mother was found with her throat slit. The murderer was never discovered, and the file was filed with the unsolved cases, of which there were many. Artem mourned his mother and locked himself in his room for a week. He didn't want to see anyone, didn't want to hear any real or false expressions of sympathy, and didn't want to be comforted by hugs from complete strangers. His grief was genuine, but it didn't last long. Now he was free; he set his rooster free and mated all the hens to his heart's content.

Frankie gratefully accepted his father's gift. He slept with each of his victims; he didn't have to force or rape them like the schoolgirls; they were all on their way to prostitution and knew he was the boss's son. So they did their best to secure their father's favor. Frankie trapped himself in this gilded cage. He had much joy and excitement with these willing girls and women from all over the country. He loved them all equally, the chubby peasant girls as well as the pale city children, the conceited or snooty beauties as well as the fat bespectacled women. He only had to make two promises to Artem: none of them could be with him for longer than five nights, and he couldn't fall in love with a single one. Frankie immediately understood Artem's explanations: "A man mounts women to create new life, nothing else." But one thing was important to him: to lie with Roxane every night. She was his first, and she was the only one in his heart. Even Artem couldn't change that.

Artem found a new line of business: laundering or hiding oligarchs' money, buying them villas and country estates, or even luxury yachts if necessary. He was clever and cunning; he could create an impenetrable web of shell companies and legalize everything. Within a few months, he had reached the peak of his potential. Frankie, who was considering what subject to study at university after graduating from high school, was appointed by Artem to head the local business. Leaving university paid off; he ran the trafficking of women with great skill, and Artem was always available for advice. Frankie didn't just pick the prettiest girls; he really wanted to fuck them all. In the evenings, he told his mother everything, and Roxane shuddered at the thought that her dear little son had become a real gangster and boss. The months passed, Artem was now often on business trips in the West, Frankie was running the trafficking business with a firm hand, and Roxane sometimes cried because she was about to lose Frankie forever, even though he still slept in her bed every night.

One morning, as Roxane left the house to go shopping, she was kidnapped. A black bag was placed over her head, and strong male hands maneuvered her into a car. When they removed the bag at her destination, she didn't know where she was. But she was lucky; she wasn't locked alone in a dungeon, but remained in a kind of living room with a dozen sinister figures. She was the only one tied up; the men were apparently among the kidnappers. And she was the only woman among them. She learned immediately what happened next.

Roxane had previously considered sex a private act with a man or her son. Now, for the first time, she was being fucked in public, before the greedy eyes of her guards. She couldn't utter a sound as one of the men untied her ankle cuffs and threw her onto the couch. He lifted her skirt and fucked her from behind. She suppressed her screams and looked into the men's faces. Like a pack of hungry wolves, they sat and stood around, shouting encouraging, nasty things. Then a second, a third attacked her. She barely had time to catch her breath. The fucking continued until late into the night; she was given a bowl of pea rice with a piece of chicken, then they left her to sleep there, on the couch.

She stayed there for five days without learning who had kidnapped her or how long her captivity would last. She was allowed to shower before breakfast, with two men keeping an eye on her naked body because her handcuffs had been removed. For five days, the men fucked her one after the other. She had lost count. Roxane, who easily reached orgasm during sex, was terribly ashamed of her orgasms. She couldn't hide them, and that was the only thing she was so ashamed of. By evening, she was physically exhausted, spent up, and deadly tired. No one spoke to her, no one answered her questions. She thought of Artem and Frankie before she fell asleep, exhausted. They would buy her freedom, she clung to this hope.

On the sixth day, she was rudely awakened at the crack of dawn and shoved into the shower. No breakfast, they put the black bag over her head again and maneuvered her into the car. They drove back and forth at breakneck speed, then the car stopped and they dragged her out, then the car sped off. She stood on the side of the road, her hands tied with tape and the black bag over her head. She heard voices, astonished cries, and someone removed the black bag. Yes, they had released her on the outskirts of town. A passerby cut her bonds, and they lent her a cell phone to call Artem. Fifteen minutes later, Artem's men arrived and drove her home. Frankie hugged her and said Artem was still on his way to sort things out.

Yes, she had been kidnapped by one of Artem's fiercest competitors. Madame Blatewka had forced her way into the sex trafficking business. She was a tough, brutal woman who wanted to force Artem and Frankie out of the business. Roxane never learned what her husband and son had to pay to buy her freedom. Artem, pale with rage, quietly organized Day X. His men swarmed out, and the six most important men in Madame Blatewka's organization were murdered. Her men scattered, and her organization ceased to exist. Madame herself disappeared at the same time, and Frankie stayed away for two days. When he returned, he was initially very silent. Tired, he lay down in bed with Roxane, but he didn't want sex. The 17-year-old hugged her, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I killed Blatewka," he finally stammered. "I held her captive for two days and fucked her in the most degrading way, for two days. I broke her armor of arrogance and pride until, in the end, she begged for mercy, for her life. I wouldn't budge and carried out Artem's orders; I strangled her with my hands and threw her carcass into the sewer." Roxanne's heart almost stopped. Frankie was now a murderer, and he would be hunted down if it got out. Roxanne wept silently. Artem had turned her precious child into a criminal, and that cut her to the core.

The kidnapping left deep scars on Roxane's soul. She returned to her old habits, one lover following another, and at night she masturbated for hours until she fell asleep exhausted. Frankie increasingly slept away from home; he had single-handedly eliminated the competition and now found plenty of time to fuck his victims. No, he was careful; he didn't fall in love with a single one and sent them away after five nights at the latest, as Artem had ordered. Artem was now often in the West; business with the oligarchs was flourishing, and he decided to move to Vienna with his family. Vienna was the right place for many reasons. A beautiful, small house with a garden awaited Roxane and Frankie. Mrs. Weber, who gave them private German lessons, was a very good and successful teacher. However, she was initially horrified when Frankie pulled the 40-year-old onto the sofa and, despite all her protests, undressed her stark naked in front of his mother. Roxane stared at the floor as Frankie mounted good old Weber and fucked her hard. But she wasn't unhappy about it, because Frankie, with his big cock, fucked her every day in front of his mother, and much better than her husband. After more than a year, both spoke fluent German, and that earned Mrs. Weber a hefty bonus, because Artem could be truly generous.

Twenty years later, Roxane felt like an old woman, but Frankie, her Frankie, remained loyal to her and slept by her side. But Artem and Frankie were criminals by nature, and they came under the scrutiny of the police and prosecutors. After an unspecified number of small and large crimes, no one could be bribed. And the many petty murders the two committed or ordered in Vienna and the surrounding area were the last straw. Artem and Frankie were tried and convicted together. Before they were led away, Frankie turned around and shook the court with his fist. "I'll kill you all, one by one!" he shouted. No one took him seriously.

Artem was too old to serve his entire sentence. He used the time to write his life story for Roxane, who was allowed to visit him once a month. Artem described his parents in great detail. His father was a well-known pimp who had girls in many villages and towns. However, he was very quick-tempered and argumentative. He was involved in many stabbings, went to jail for a night, and then it was over, because everyone was happy to take his money: police officers, officials, judges. One day, his luck ran out, and his body was brought to his wife. She arranged for a proper burial and offered a large bounty for his murderer. Just two weeks after his funeral, she paid the bounty and no longer mourned her husband so intensely. She left the girls with one of his friends for a monthly stipend, which she and Artem could live off very comfortably.

Artem's mother was no longer very young, unattractive, and couldn't find a new man. While her little flings flattered her, they never amounted to anything more. After his father's death, Artem was allowed to sleep naked with his mother. He had no idea at the time that she would train him to be her personal sex slave. Artem walked around with his chest puffed out; he was the only one in his age group who was allowed to sleep naked next to his naked mother. None of his friends was allowed to caress his mother's femininely rounded body, explore, touch, and grope her feminine attributes with impunity. She even made no secret of the fact that she masturbated passionately several times a week. Artem watched with red ears, and when he was old enough, she taught him how to squirt. She often masturbated him and made him cum. When she masturbated, he masturbated too and squirted all over her body. And then, one fine evening, she showed him how to fuck. Artem was thrilled and never missed an opportunity to fuck her. And of course, she showed him her G-spot, so that she, too, reached orgasm while being fucked. Artem was 13 at the time, and he fucked her for over 25 years.

His mother, a hard-boiled and brutal woman, turned him on to pimping, and later they expanded the business to trafficking women. Artem fucked them all, both his own horses and those he sold to brothels and clubs. His mother, however, never gave up her claim to his big cock; she controlled him completely. He was old enough to decide his own sexuality, but his mother wouldn't let him go; she became wicked and treacherous so she wouldn't let him go. She simply wouldn't let him go. She acted as if she didn't care that he was fucking all these women. She thought she knew his motives. Artem was picky; he wanted the women first, before they were disgraced, humiliated, and abused, abused by many other men. No, he wanted them when they were fresh, unspoiled, and still spiritually intact. She knew her son quite well; he never, or only very rarely, went to prostitutes. It was the fresh, the unspoiled, the intact that he so desperately wanted. And of course, she sensed his growing rejection of his aging mother. It was only the reflection of his former unconditional love for his mother, which she could use as leverage. A twisted sense of duty must have played a role, too. But the more and the more often she lured him away from the intact, fresh ones, the more his hatred grew alongside his love for his mother. For many years, he successfully suppressed this secret hatred, but the conflict grew and paralyzed his feelings toward her.

When Artem drank with his buddies, his tongue loosened. The guys had long known that he was incestuous with his mother, but they loved their boss because he provided them with a relatively carefree life. He had the authorities under control; he left the girls and women to his men once he had fucked them sufficiently and often enough. If things had gone differently, they would never have found such young, handsome, and willing girls, those guys with the killer faces. No, they definitely liked their boss. Besides, he paid them even better since he'd started dealing with the oligarchs.

Artem wrote his memoirs with a clear mind. Yet he couldn't understand everything. Not when and why exactly he decided to kill his mother. He put it off for months, and he hesitated. He, who usually didn't hesitate for a moment when he had to murder someone. The feeling of suffocating in her embrace, in her iron embrace, became overwhelming. There was only one way out. He fucked her for the last time, until well after midnight, until she fell asleep from exhaustion. With a swift cut, he slit her throat. In her final seconds, she stared at him in disbelief and anger; he would never forget that look.

Roxane visited Artem in prison once a month; she wasn't allowed any more than that. She took the next pages of his memoirs, hid them in her bra, and smuggled them out. At home, she read them. And now that he had admitted to murdering his own mother, she couldn't hold back her tears. She recognized the parallels to her and Frankie; perhaps that was why Artem had described it in such detail. Roxane shuddered, because she, too, had never let Frankie go; she, too, allowed him to fuck his girls, but insisted that he sleep with her and fuck her every night, even though she was quite old. She only visited Frankie every six weeks, because she had to travel to Graz for that. But she was allowed to bring him cigarettes, newspapers, and delicacies; she was exceptionally allowed to do that.

One morning, two officers stood at her front door. Artem had hanged himself in his cell. She was frozen with shock and horror; at first, she couldn't believe it. Artem had simply scribbled "I'm sorry" on a piece of paper, a very strange farewell, she thought. She didn't believe it was suicide. He was about to confess all his secrets to her with these memoirs. No, someone wanted to prevent him from spilling these secrets, so they had him murdered. Roxane hardly left her house, fearing for her life. They would send a murderer and make Artem's memoirs disappear. But things turned out very differently. One day she returned from shopping and found her house ransacked. Someone had read Artem's memoirs; the pages were scattered on the kitchen floor and table, but not a single page was missing. Perhaps they had photographed everything and decided to leave it alone. Even the last pages, where Artem confessed to murdering his mother, were still there. She cleaned up and was relieved. Artem's accounts contained no direct references to his dirty dealings, let alone real names, and so there was no reason to kill Roxane. That's roughly what she figured out.

She continued to visit Frankie. Artem's death had hit him very hard. And he didn't believe in suicide either. Murder was the only sensible answer, even for Frankie. He swore to Roxane that he would find the murderer and have him killed. After that, Roxane heard nothing more about it.

Artem was dead.

Roxane often sat motionless for hours at the kitchen table, staring at the photo Artem had taken on their honeymoon. She was small and delicate, her breasts still underdeveloped and a reddish-gold fuzz covering her small slit. She was 14 and a few months old at the time, and she looked seriously into the camera. Artem, a giant next to her, had an arm around her shoulders, wearing the cheekiest grin. He was already around 40 at the time and a tall, massive man. His cock hung long, halfway down to his knees. With his other hand, he had pulled back the foreskin slightly, so that his glans was clearly visible. Roxane had never seen a cock that big back then, but Artem could fuck pretty well with it, you had to give him that. It was the only nude photo she had kept. There were two dozen other nude photos, some of them pornographic, but she had given them to Frankie once. A long, long time ago. Artem had insisted that they be photographed while they were having sex, in all positions, in long shots and close-ups alike. When he noticed how aroused the photographer had become, he let him fuck Roxane. Roxane soon learned that she was Artem's property. If he commanded it, she had to let anyone and everyone fuck her. "Only if I'm there, it's okay. Otherwise, not!" In the first few years, before her pregnancy, she had to let herself be fucked by perhaps 100 strange men, at Artem's behest, of course. Thankfully, she had an orgasm during almost every fuck, so she never perceived it as negative. Artem vigorously reiterated his view that this did not make Roxane a whore. "Even the greatest statesmen used the grace and beauty of their wives to put their opponents in a favorable mood," Artem repeated again and again, winking. Roxane understood and really didn't mind being fucked by a whole bunch of strange men, with Artem's approval.

She had, of course, forgotten all those faces. After negotiations and business meetings, Artem would bring her to the drinking parties that always followed. Artem carefully observed which competitors or business partners were catching sight of his beautiful, young, and childlike wife. He was very good at figuring that out. Sometimes he instructed Roxane in advance which guy should be the target. Roxane, well-practiced in flirting from her time working for her father in the bar, always followed Artem's instructions. Once or twice, she rejected a guy because he was unkempt or smelled terrible. Most of the time, though, she flirted skillfully and was soon sitting on her victim's lap. When she was ready, she would disappear with her victim into the next room, or, if there was none, she would let herself be fucked in public, in full view of the others. At first, it took a lot of effort, but over time, it didn't bother her. On the contrary, the alcohol brought out her exhibitionist side. Roxane smiled as she thought back on those events, remembering especially well the times when she let two or more guys fuck her one after the other. No, it never became an orgy or group sex because Artem wisely brought only her and no other girls into the mix.

After Frankie's birth, Artem stopped letting his business associates fuck her, and he himself cooled off sexually. Roxane had begun cheating on him with flirtations and affairs during her pregnancy. Only the first step was difficult, but it helped that Artem fucked all of his girls. She felt less and less shy or hesitant about cheating on her husband, because she was only and exclusively interested in orgasms. After all, she was still a very young woman, and the carnal desires didn't disappear with birth — quite the opposite. In addition to her love affairs, she masturbated night after night until she was exhausted. Artem had opened Pandora's box when he let Roxane fuck his business partners; she had become truly and with all senses truly addicted to the multiple orgasms.

Roxane drove to Graz every six weeks to visit Frankie. Although he probably didn't need it, she brought him newspapers, cigarettes, and a delicious package of food. And, of course, money so he could pay the prostitutes who were allowed to visit him once a week. Roxane never thought about it and hardly spoke about it; it wasn't important. Frankie was a good and well-behaved prisoner; he had built himself a small cage of freedom in prison, and they let him do as he pleased, as he paid everyone generously. He had all the files concerning Artem and his trial copied and studied every line extensively. He memorized all the dates that seemed important to him, names and addresses, and everything else.

He had casually mentioned to Roxane at some point that he would be released soon. Nevertheless, she was struck by lightning when he suddenly appeared in front of her. He had to make her sit down in the kitchen because otherwise she would have fainted. Only after a cup of tea did the color return to her face. Oh, how overwhelmed she was and happy that he was free again, that he had been legally released. Of course, he didn't tell her that he had taken precautions. His legal release held Graz back for another week, almost 10 days. During that time, he was practically an invisible man and could prepare everything.

She wouldn't soon forget that first night after his release. Frankie lay next to her, and she stroked his cock. "No man had lain with me for 6 years," she whispered, and he nodded, "I know you're a good mother!" A holy shiver ran down her spine as she reverently stroked his semi-erect cock. "Roxane," he said quietly, "I had to take a whore every week, otherwise I would have gone crazy. But when I was fucking them, all I thought about was you. You, only you." Tears of relief streamed down her cheeks. "Oh, I'm an old woman now, ugly and wrinkled, and my pussy has shriveled and dried out. The whores must have served you well with their sweet, young and wet pussies. Still, I thank God I can lie with you again, my darling." A shiver ran down her spine as her hand slid the entire length of his shaft. "I'd forgotten how big and magnificent your cock is, Frankie." He let her make his cock hard and turned her onto her back. "We can do it like we used to, Mom. You'll see how good it feels when I mount you and pound you. You never forget that!"

In the morning, he was already awake and digging in the garden with a shovel. He and Artem had buried money in sealed plastic bags; now he took everything out again and packed all the bundles of cash into three large black duffel bags. He then transported the duffel bags to an apartment downtown in a rental car. He didn't tell Roxane the address, for her own protection. "They'll soon hunt me down and interrogate you. It's better you don't know anything, Mom." A cold hand grasped Roxane's heart. "I swore in court to kill them all. Nothing and no one will stop me." He hugged his mother tenderly and wiped away her tears. "I promise to spend every free minute with you, Mom, until they catch me. They won't catch me alive."

They stayed close together for two weeks. He lay with her every night and kissed away her tears. Roxane's body blossomed; how long had it been since she had such beautiful orgasms while being fucked! However, she learned nothing about his murderous plans, no matter how hard she tried to question him. He was often out for hours without her knowing what he was doing. She could see the eerie glow in his eyes as he stared at the city map at the kitchen table. She left him alone and enjoyed lying down with Frankie every night. The physical connection made her vibrate inside, her body rejoicing in the memories of the many wonderful nights with him.

After two weeks, the femicides began. She stared at the newspaper; it must be Frankie, killing one woman after another. She wanted to ask him, but the lump in her throat prevented her. She could see it in his face. There was no doubt about it. At night, after the sex, she lay in his arms and cried. "Those poor women!" she managed to blurt out. Didn't a shadow of satisfaction cross his face? "They all deserved it. They murdered Artem; they locked me away for six years. But I'm not a monster, Mom. I mounted them all beforehand and fucked them so hard they didn't know which way was up, Mom. They all screamed, begged, and pleaded for mercy, but I followed my plan."

Roxane knew how relentless he was in his quest for revenge, playing cat and mouse with the police. Soon, he no longer had to hide his misdeeds; the police quickly learned the connection. He had prepared Roxane for the police to interrogate her and search the house. She was supposed to answer everything honestly; sooner or later, the police would leave her alone. But on this point, Frankie was wrong.

A young policewoman was assigned to her after her colleagues had turned the entire house upside down. Her name was Morgenthal, and she was quite adept at interrogation. First the carrot, then the stick. Morgenthal made tea and sat down with her on the front steps. Roxane accepted the cigarette, even though she didn't smoke. Morgenthal knew her life story inside and out. She seemed to have become obsessed with sex facts. Naturally, she drew her own conclusions, since the double bed was in disarray. Roxane brusquely dismissed the question. Incest? With Frankie? No way!

Morganthal took the photo from the nude. The photo of her at 14, with Artem next to her. Morganthal stared at the picture. "I've never seen such a huge cock," the young woman said. "It must have been horrible to be fucked by such a monster!" Roxane remembered Frankie's words to stick to the truth. "Oh, come on," she said lightly, "it's deceiving, purely visually. Artem, my husband, had a very large cock, but he handled it well and never hurt me, quite the opposite!" Roxane giggled softly. The policewoman shook her head in disbelief. "Just between us women. I've had my fair share of cocks, but one that gigantic would tear me apart." Roxane giggled again. "Okay, just between us women. Artem fucked me every night for decades, and a whole lot of other women too, that's just how he was. But I never saw him tear anyone apart."

Morningthal was still staring at the photo. "And your son, Frankie, is he surely just as well-endowed?" Roxane didn't notice the ambush and nodded. "Even during puberty, his was growing quite a bit, and yes, later he had one like his father. A big, magnificent piece."

Morgenthal sprung the trap too soon. "So, does he fuck as considerately as his father?" Only now did Roxane recognize the trap. "What are you thinking, good woman! You don't really think I had incest with my own son, do you?" Morgenthal looked searchingly into her face. She recognized her mistake. Now another confidential conversation unfolded, revolving around cocks and fucking. Frankie had said she should just stick to the truth, but Roxane couldn't, really couldn't admit to the incest. With bated breath, she told of her early youth, the incest with her father, since her mother had approved. Of her time behind the bar, the secret sex for money, but they were always dirt poor. Morgenthal nodded understandingly and sighed slyly. She could understand it well. The time leading up to Frankie's birth, when she considered Artem his property and often demanded that she be unchaste. Morgenthal was a good listener, and Roxane got excited. It couldn't hurt Artem if she spilled his secrets. Roxane said Artem had opened Pandora's box by leaving her with his business associates. She had countless affairs, but she forgot about them immediately afterward. They were just affairs, purely physical encounters, and none of them were important.

But as Frankie grew up, she curbed these affairs. She wanted to present her son with a perfect, honest world. Of course, she had enlightened him early on, because it seemed right to her not to hide anything sexual from him. "Do you have a son, Mrs. Morgenthal?" she asked, and the policewoman denied it. Roxane had now the upper hand. "A mother shouldn't hide her nakedness from her son; he should know what women look like down there." Morgenthal nodded in agreement, yes, that was probably the right thing to do. Nevertheless, one could teach the boy his natural modesty, Roxane added. Morgenthal listened very attentively, and now Roxane was already talking like a dam had burst. During puberty, his childlike penis began to transform into one like his father's. Along with this purely external change, his behavior also changed; boys in puberty constantly want to ejaculate. Morgenthal nodded, her eyes shining. "It's not incest when a mother teaches her son how to ejaculate." Morgenthal nodded in agreement, "Of course it's not incest, Mrs. Galebnikov." She lit two more cigarettes and handed Roxane one. "So, what happened next?"

Roxane inhaled too deeply and had to cough. So she did it with her hand, because at puberty he had to cum very often. "For me, it was always something special to rub such a large and magnificent cock, God forgive me!" Morgenthal nodded in agreement so as not to interrupt the flow. And yes, said Roxane, she had been giving him handjobs for years; it wasn't incest, was it? Morgenthal nodded again. And then, one day, he wanted to know how girls did it; they didn't have a cock to rub. "Yeah, of course," Roxane had answered, "we girls and women do it with our clits, that's our little cock, so to speak." And of course, Frankie wanted to see it right away. "Well, what could I do? I was a little embarrassed, after all. But then I gave myself a push and did it, and he was allowed to watch. The first few times I was incredibly embarrassed, but I never wanted to leave Frankie in the dark." Morgenthal looked at her with wide eyes. "And you let him watch from then on?" Roxane nodded, a little crestfallen. "Somehow I wasn't so embarrassed anymore. We both always slept naked in my bed, and it seemed somehow natural to me that we didn't have to hide our sexual behavior from each other. I thought it was only right."

Inwardly, Roxane begged Frankie for forgiveness, because she couldn't keep telling the truth; she simply had to lie about the incest the young policewoman was looking for. "You don't have any children, Mrs. Morgenthal, but I can assure you that they can become quite stubborn and headstrong." Roxane breathed a sigh of relief when Morgenthal offered her another cigarette. "From then on, my Frankie knelt between my thighs while I masturbated. He rubbed his cock and bent over to cum all over my pussy. I didn't really care. But when he started spreading my pussy with his fingers and trying to cum inside, I couldn't be indifferent any longer. I took him aside and impressed upon him that cumming inside was already incest, and I wouldn't tolerate incest. 'Yes, yes,' he grumbled, and yet he kept trying to cum inside, to squirt into my fuckhole." Morgenthal asked if she had always allowed it so easily? Roxane shook her head. How the hell could she possibly forbid it? "His fingers spread my hole wide open, and he deliberately squirted everything inside, right inside, the bastard! The little bastard pressed the tip of his cock against my fuckhole when he was about to cum, so that everything, absolutely everything, squirted inside. He obviously didn't care if I was annoyed. He obviously didn't care if I was annoyed. On the contrary, later he became even bolder. Now he stuck his long cock all the way in, the full length, even though I protested loudly. Well, I knew him well enough to recognize when he was about to cum. Then I yanked his cock out before he could cum inside. And of course, there were slaps and reprimands, but he remained stubborn. So I had no choice but to pull his cock out before he came. I had no other choice to prevent incest, right?" Morgenthal nodded in agreement. As a mother, she had to prevent incest, she confirmed slyly. "And you could always do that in time, couldn't you?" Morgenthal added slyly. Roxane nodded, crestfallen. "Yes, of course, most of the time. I knew when he was getting ready to cum, and if I wasn't distracted or inattentive, I always pulled his cock out in time. But the cheeky little brat still tried to cum inside as often as possible, because neither incest, nor God, nor nature were sacred to him. I would then interrupt my rubbing when he pounded inside and squirted everything in, the bastard! He didn't listen when I scolded him and protested that he was sinning against me, God, and nature." Morgenthal shaked her head slowly. "What a disaster, a son pounding and squirting into his own mother!" Roxane became aware, that she had admitted a lot. "Yes, what a disaster! I scolded him every time, but the little brat was sly and took advantage, when I was lost in my rubbing. So he succeeded every time. He squirted everything in, the bastard, and I reached down wearily to at least pull his cock out after he had squirted. Only then could I finish myself off." A shadow of self-satisfaction flitted across Morgenthaler's face, because that was exactly what she had suspected.

Morgenthal put on her policeman face again. "Before I go, I have to ask if you have any idea where we can find Frankie? The sooner he's in custody, the better chance he has with the prosecutor, you realize that, right?" Roxane thought how sad it was; she should have kept the policewoman enthralled with her stories even longer and dragged everything out. She shook her head. "Yes, I know he should turn himself in sooner rather than later, Ms. Morgenthal. But I don't have the slightest idea where he is. And he isn't calling me because you're probably tapping our phone. If he contacts me, I'll urge him to turn himself in. His father was already killed, and I certainly don't want to lose my son too, believe me!"

Of course, she didn't mention that Frankie had given her an unregistered cell phone and that he called her every night at 10 sharp. This allowed her to tell him everything important. Only once did she ask him to turn himself in, but it was pointless.

Morgenthal came back two or three days later, but this time not to chat. She didn't come alone, so the policewoman had to be assertive. The interrogation was short but harsh. The time for chatting was definitely over. And Frankie didn't stop killing.

Which didn't make the next interrogation any easier. Morgenthal came again with two colleagues, and the young woman screamed at her to finally confess everything, but Roxane couldn't. In anger, Morgenthal ripped off her housedress, leaving Roxane only wearing her worn out panties. The two police officers grinned stupidly because her underwear had slipped awkwardly, revealing her tiny fuckhole and her erect, aroused clit. They grinned crookedly as Morgenthal pulled a dog whip from her pocket. She beat the old woman mercilessly until she was on the ground. Roxane's fuckhole contracted with each blow, and her clit protruded wildly with each stroke of the dog whip. It was a severe humiliation for the old woman. Then they left, leaving Roxane lying on the kitchen floor.

Something must have happened; now a squad arrived and arrested her. It was certainly not legal to leave her languishing in solitary confinement. The old police chief personally interrogated her twice. Then she remained in solitary confinement for weeks. No one cared for her.

One morning, she was discovered dead; she had hanged herself with the bedsheets.

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