Moms at Play

   Mommy was having trouble with her new strapon harness. Every time she tried to attach the Big Bubba dildo to the leather crotch Mom would prick her finger on one of the three dozen sharp spikes poking out from around the hole where the dildo was supposed to fit. Mommy would swear under her breath but then she’d laugh and giggle about how much damage those spikes were going to do to my butt hole. Then she’d laugh even harder and correct herself. “Mommy’s going to fuck up all your holes with this thing baby. You’re going to hurt sooo damn good for me Jmmy darlin”.

I could tell she was eagerto get the huge black rubber cock fitted and start raping my already tender ass hole.

And my throat.And my nose and ears and eyeballs if she could figure out a way to ram that evil dildo in those tiny holes.Mom’s like that. She likes to torture me mentally as much as she does physically. She was doing a pretty good job of both this morning. She’d already fist fucked me today. And pounded my balls about twenty times after that.I hurt real bad and it wasn’t even lunch time. Mom was in rare form today.

    So was Ms. Amber who lives in the trailer next door. Ms. Amberwas poking a needle under one of my fingernails. She was working on my right index finger. The pain was excruciating. I was writhing in pain and flopping around. Mommy and Ms. Amber had tied me to the bed pretty good though so I wasn’t going to get away. Or even stop them from having their cruel fun with me.  Mommy was sucking her finger where the sharp little dildo spike had nipped it while she watchedMs. Amber ruin my finger. Mom was laughing at how I was crying and twisting and trying to get away. Ms. Amber grabbed her end of the acupuncture needle and shook it. I saw stars and felt like I was going to vomit the pain was so excruciating. Both of the women laughed. Then kissed.  All I could do was suffer.

Ms. Amber had used duct tape to fasten my hand to the headboard  so I couldn’t move my fingers and spoil her wicked fun. Still I was flopping around and twisting and jerking like crazy. It hurt so much I thought I’d lose my mind. Ms. Amber always hurt me worse when she had Mom as an audience. And Mom was always way more sadistic when Ms. Amber was around. The two over sexed and overly cruel women seemed to feed off each other. This was going to be a really bad torture session. The fetish club where both Mom and Ms. Amber work got flooded yesterday.It’d be three more days before the club was ready again. The womenhadn’t been able to work last night. Today they were both bored and wanted to have some funand unfortunately for me I was handy. So Mom and Ms. Amber decided to have a little wicked fun with me.  And my Mommy’s kind of fun always hurt.

    I was screaming into my gag at the pain Ms. Amber was causing me. So I almost missed hearing it when she leaned close to me and whispered in my ear. She cooed real soft that today was the day she was finally going to talk Mommy into snuffing me. It was an old threat Ms. Amber used to scare me. She told me she wanted to snuff me three or four times a week. I’d heard her say it a hundred times at least but even so it worked. I was scared. I always knew Ms. Amber really did want to torture me to death. She never made a secret of it. But Mom had never really shown much interest in it. Even though I knew she really wanted to snuff me Ms. Amber never pushed Mom too hard about it. But hearing the coldness in her voice today, the certainty in it, well, it scared me about as bad as all those nasty spikes on Mommy’s new strapon harness. I guess it was because there was something in Ms. Amber’s voice that made me think she was serious this time. Dead serious.

    Ms. Amber pushed the needle stuck under my finger nail in another half an inch. As I lay on the bed flopping around our pretty neighbor lady kissed me on the cheek then turned to Mommy and said it plain as day. “Tammy” she said, “It’s time to torture this boy to death for real. It’ll be fun lover.” Ms. Amber chuckled then and repeated that it’d be fun. Lots and lots of fun.And maybe even profitable. She giggled coyly.  Ms. Amber twisted the needle  she’d stuck under my fingernail again and it hurt really bad and every muscle in my body went into spasms but that just made her laugh more. It was tough concentrating with all that pain but Iwanted to see how Mom reacted to Ms. Amber’s suggestion that it was time to snuff me. Buttrying to maintain my sanity against the agony playing out in my finger took most of my attention. So I wasn’t watching my Mom’s reaction real close. I was kind of scared tosee how Mommy reacted anyway.Lately whenever Ms. Amber suggests they snuff me Mom seems more and more inclined to agree. But whenI finally did look at my Mommy she didn’t seem to be paying too much attention to what Ms. Amber was saying. Mom was sucking on her finger where one of the sharp spike had nipped it as she finally got the dildo attached to the harness.

Mom saw me looking at her and she smiled at me. Well, she kind of leered at me. She does that when she’sgetting ready to have her own kind of special fun with me. I knew Mom was about to start pounding a big fake cock up my butt. Mom likes raping her little boy’s ass hole. So I wasn’t surprised she was preoccupied with her own coming sadistic pleasure. She had her new strapon harness today too. With all those devilishly sharp spikes poking out. When she took it out of the box and showed it to me this morning she’d laughed about how all those sharp teeth were going to turn her little boy’s butt into hamburger.

    Usually when Ms. Amber says something about how much fun it’d be to snuff me Mom laughs the suggestion off and says I’m too much fun to play with. Mommy always says she’d need a lot of money to get rid of me.  Last week when Mommy and Ms. Amber were whipping my cock balls right before I passed out Ms. Amber had asked Mom what it’d take to get her to kill me. Mom had laughed and said about four month’s pay.

“How much is that lover? Are you including just Club tips  that? Or do you count the money the john’s pay for after hour sessions too.” Ms. Amber had asked.

“All of it counts. This time of year I can clear six thousand a month thousand. Round it up and say twenty five thou to snuff my Michael.” Mom had giggled.

“I suppose you’d want a tip included for the snuff too?” Ms. Amber had replied in mock exasperation.

Mommy had laughed and said of course she’d want a tip for snuffing her own boy. She said she planned on doing me for free eventually but if someone was dumb enough to pay her to do it she’d want a tip too.  That’s how Mom and Ms. Amber talk around me. They joke about snuffing me because compared to the kinds of things they actually do to me snuff make sense. I mean, for at least two years now I’ve just kind of figured Mommy was going to torture me to death someday. She just likes playing rough so much and pushing the boundaries of cruel sadistic sexual torture is so easy for her that she’s bound to get carried away one day and go too far. I figured it be an accident of sorts, something Mommy didn’t really intend at the time but something she wouldn’t mind too much if it happened. I knew she wouldn’t lose any sleep if she killed me. Unless I didn’t suffer for her enough. That’d piss her off for sure.

    As Mommy lined up the fat tip of the dildo against my ass hole Ms. Amber started in on poking another needle under one of my fingernails. She picked on the right middle finger. This time I almost blacked out from the pain. Ms. Amber stopped wiggling the needle long enough to snap an ammonia capsule under my nose so I stayed conscious and alert. When Mommy and Ms. Amber torture me they like for me to stay awake. It’s more fun for them when I scream and flop around. As soon as Ms. Amber saw my eyes were focused back on her she repeated to Mommy that they should snuff me. Mom just smiled and asked Ms. Amberwhy they should ‘do me’. I remember Ms. Amber’s exact words.

“Give me one good reason to snuff my sweet boy Amber. Well, make it two good reasons. I admit it’ll be wicked fun to torture him to death.  Hell, it’s fun torturing him like this. So why kill the little bastard?”

“We should snuff Michael because it’ll be fun and we can make a bundle torturing the little creep to death.We’ve never actually gone all the way with a guy Tammy. You’ve always said snuffing the kid will be a blast darling. And last time I asked you did say you’d do it for money. Well, I know a guy who’ll pay thirty thousand dollars to watch while we torture the life out of your boy.”

“You don’t mean old man Parker do you lover?” my Mom said. “He made me the same offer six months ago.And three month before that. I don’t think he’s serious. It’s just a fantasy the man has. Sure he’s loaded. And he’s a true subbie pervert. But I doubt he’ll pay.”

   Mom said that in a dismissive way. She was kind of busy when Ms. Amber brought up my snuff. Mom had me tied face up on the bed with my ass hanging over the edge and my legs spread wide apart and tied over my head. She was wearing the spike studded strapon and Mom was raping my ass with her biggest dildos. It was hard and big around and way too long with dozens and dozens of knobs on it. It hurt like hell when she shoved it up inside me. I guess Mom was in a good mood because she was really reaming me out. She wasn’t just fucking me. She was tearing things up inside me. On purpose.Her hips were pumping and shoving that hard rubber cock up my butt so far and so fast I couldn’t help but scream from the pain. The sharp spikes poking up from the crotch of Mom’s strapon were the worst though. Even worse than feeling my ass hole getting torn from the inside by Mommy’s dildo. My balls kept flopping down whenever Mommy shoved her hips into me. The sharp teeth on the strapon were tearing my testicles apart! It hurt so bad I got dizzy. And I shrieked so hard it felt like I was tearing my throat apart. I was gagged though so my screams were muted. Mom only gagged me when she was going to hurt me real bad. She liked to hear me scream but she didn’t like my shrieking interfering with her visiting time with Ms. Amber.

     My name’s Michael Callahan. I’m six teen. Mom’s been doing this kind of stuff to me for years. Or at least ever since I went through a growth spurt in seventh grade and my dick got big enough to interest Mommy.She likes big cocks that stay hard for a long time. Maybe it’s because of her work. She started as an exotic performer when I was born.  But there was better money working in a fetish club. And you can dominate men longer than you can dance. Not that Mommy’s old or anything. She’s thirty six. And she’s in really good shape. Also, she’s a natural blond. I know cause I’ve spent lots of time with my face wedged between Mommy’s thighs. She likes for me to lick her pussy when she wakes up. Sometimes when she makes me use my mouth on her down there she’ll wrap her legs around my head and shows me how strong she is by smothering me till I pass out. Just for fun.

Ms. Amber’s a lot like Mom only younger. She’s only twenty two.  She’s a natural red head. I know that for the same reason I know my Mom’s a blond. Although Ms. Amber mostly likes to smother me with her pussy. She’s OK with me licking and sucking it too. But she always ends up smothering me till I pass out. Mom only started doing that to me after watching Ms. Amber do it.  I think Mom lets up on smothering me if I do a good job of eating her cunt. It doesn’t how good I am for Ms. Amber; she always smothers me long enough to kill a few thousand brain cells. At least that’s what she says when I wake up. So even though Ms. Amber may be a lot younger than Mom’s she’s just as vicious and wicked and cruel.

    Mom’s got a great body. And she’s still real limber and strong and graceful. But the men that frequent Mom’s club like their dancers younger. So Mom works the room until she meets a guy who wants  a private party. Mom takes guys into the back room and ‘plays’ with them. For money of course. She gets paid a lot to spank and slap and do other sadistic and dominant like things to men who like that sort of thing. But there’s still never enough money in our house. That’s causeMom likes to drink andsmoke and party and buy clothes and jewelry. So she goes through whatever she makesat the club pretty fast. Mom always wants more money. That’s why I was more than a little worried when Ms. Amber mentioned a thirty thousand dollar pay day for snuffing me. I got even more worried after what Ms. Amber said next.

“Trust me Tammy hon. The old pervert’s as serious about this as you can get. Sure, snuff is a big fantasy for the freak. And yeah, Parker’s usually more talk than action. But the poor dear has liver cancer now. He’s only got a few months to live. You’d never know to look at him. But he’s going to start to deteriorate real soon now. It seems watching a couple of cruel and sexy women snuff a boy is on dear Mr. Parker’s bucket list. Who knew.I think the man wants to watch a couple of bitches like us snuff a kid before the cancer takes over completely. Lucky for us thesilly old subbie had plenty of money to spend on us to help himlive out his snuff fantasy.”

“So when you’d talk to Parker? And you’re sure he’s serious?”

“I saw him yesterday when I went in to get our checks. And yeah, he’s serious about it Tammy. He says he wants to watch a Mommy snuff her little boy. He says he’s willing to pay big bucks to see it. He gave me a thousand dollars cash to try to talk you into it. He promised me another two thousand as soon as I did. He means business lover. I believe him. In fact, I’ll bet if we do Michael right and get the old bastard to climax when we snuff your boy we be able to talkParker into letting us snuff  his old ass too. What guy wants to die from cancer? He’s got the snuff fantasy bad baby. We can make him think he needs to get snuffed too. But a couple of sadistic girls just like us. This could work out to be a huge payday for us lover.”

“Well, that’s one good reason to snuff my boy. Money’s always a good reason. But I’ll need two really good reasons before I can go all the way. What sort of girl do you think I am.I could never kill my own son just for the money.”

   Ms. Amber and Mom both laughed at that. Because they both knew it wasn’t true. Mom didn’t care a thing about me. She’d told be hundreds of times she only kept me around because I was decent fuck and I was fun to hurt. She’d kill me for a lot less than twenty five thousand. And enjoy doing it too. But so far she hadn’t taken tit that far. She’d come close a few times, smothering and raping so severely I’d passed out and my heart stopped. That hadn’t scared her though. If anything it seemed to make her even more open to the idea of eventually snuffing me for good. If she had the right reasons. So far Ms. Amber hadn’t found the right one.

“How’s this for a reason. The fucking Club’s flooded and we can’t probably won’t get to play with our regulars for another five days. I’m bored girlfriend. You are too. Admit it. Snuffing Michael here is exactly what we need to cheer us up.”

   Mom stopped raping me for a minute. I was relieved the torture had stopped but my relief was short live when I saw the expression on my Mom’s face. She was smiling this wicked, mischievous little smile that I’d seen before. I knew that grin. In her head Mommy was counting up all that money up in her head and thinking about what a good time she could have with her share of the twenty five thousand dollars. I knew I was in trouble when Mom said what she said next.

“We could have a fucking good party blowing the first thousandtonight Amber honey. And when we snuff Michael I should get an extra five thousand. After all, we’ll be snuffing my own little boy. Asking a Mom to torture her own son to death ought to be worth that much.”

Ms. Amber laughed. She leaned over and kissed Mom hard. And long. Mommy kissed back. When they stopped kissing Mom looked at me a long time. She thrust her hips forward violently and I screamed into my gag as dozen of sharp spikes ripped away at the inside on my ass hole. Mommy winked. At me And started to pump her hips in a frenzy as she blew me a kiss and singing

‘Goodbye Michael. Goodbye Mikey. Goodbye little boy. It’s time for you to die.’

   That got both of the cruel women laughing. And kissing again. Mom had gotten my balls in vise grip  and was using my nuts to brace herself and get  leverage to drive that evil dildo deep into my ass. She let go of my balls long enough to put one hand down Ms. Amber’s jeans. I could see Mommy’s fingers slipping inside Ms. Amber’s pussy. And MS. Amber getting all hot and bothered and excited. Mom buried the spiked dildo deep inside me as she moaned with pleasure.

    Ms. Amber almost swooned as she grabbed another needle so she could work on my little finger. The women love torturing me like this. Usually Mommy rapes me with a giant soft rubber cock that stretches my hole so wide I shit softball sized turds for a week until my anus regains it’sshape. And Ms. Amber mostly jams needles under my toe nails. It’s inconvenient for Mommy when I can’t use my hands. I have chores to do and Mom likes me to massage her feet and her back when she gets off work. So Ms. Amber leaves my fingers alone most of the time. But I guess it was a special day since they were deciding whether or not they were going to snuff me for money.

“I told Parker you’d go for it Tammy. Lord lover. We’re going to be rich. Listen, that guy’s loaded. If we can convince him it’ll be better for him to die on his own terms, well, on our terms really, well shit girl, we could hit the jackpot. Hell, he can cash in his pension and his 401K  andsell all his stuff before we do him. Shit girl, we may be able to take off from work for a couple years if we play this right.”

   Mommy just smiled. And rammed that fake cock up my butt the full fifteen inches.The needle like spikes dug into my ass. Mommy’s laughed as she ground her hips into my butt  in a circular motion. The flesh on my butt was getting shredded and I could feel something tear deep inside me. I screamed into the gag as loud as I could and begged Mommy to stop. She just laughed more though.And pounded that huge dildo into me over and over again as she giggled and told Ms. Amber that the Parker deal sounded like fun. Then she giggled and said first they’d  have to try and keep from snuffing  me today. Then they both started giggling and kissing each other and Ms. Amber twisted and shook all those needles she’d stuck under my fingernails and Mommy kept ramming that fake cock up my butt and thankfully I finally passed out from the pain. But my last thought as the pain overwhelmed me was how Mommy had said ‘When we snuff  Michael’, not ‘If we snuff Michael.’ It was like she’d already decided to do me. For the money. Well, Mommy does like to party. And that takes a certain amount of money.

    I was still tied up when I came to. And Mom was still in her strapon and that giant fake cock was still jammed all the way up my behind. My butt was numb so I didn’t feel those sharp spikes so much. Mommy was looking at me in a kind of dreamy eyed state she gets into sometimes when she hurts me really bad. She kept pumping her hips in and out kind of slow and easy like while she hummed to herself and sang a little song about thirty thousand dollars. Until she noticed I was awake again. Then she gave me a couple of hard deep thrusts to get my attention.

“I don’t know how much you heard before you passed out Michael. You remember Mr. Parker don’t you baby? Well he’s dying from cancer and he wants to see something real special before he dies. And he’s willing to pay Mommy more money than she’d make in months behind that shitty bar. Just to do something that will only take her a few hours. It’ll mean a lot to Mommy to do it too sweetie. And I don’t just mean the money although that is good. It’ll be fun for me baby. Lots of fucking fun trust me. So what do you think sweetheart? Should Mommy accept Mr. Parker’s job? I’ll need your help if I do honey. Heck, Mommy can’t do this without her little boy. You’ll be happy to help your Mommy won’t you darlin?”

   Mommy was still slowly working that nasty dildo in and out of my ass while she asked me all this. Ms. Amber was sitting on the bed smoking a cigarette and sipping at a beer. She was done with sticking needles under by fingernails for now. I realized I wasn’t gagged anymore. So I tried to answer Mom but all I could do was croak out a grunt. My mouth was all dry and crusty from all the screaming I’d done into the ball gag before. Ms. Amber giggled and leaned over me. She tapped my Adam’s apple and I knew what she wanted. I opened my mouth wide. Ms. Amber spit in my mouth. She spit a lot. At first there was more beer than spit but then it was mostly her spit. I caught all of it in my mouth and swallowed it even though it was really gross. I knew she’d start jabbing needles under my fingernails if I didn’t.

   I muttered ‘thanks Ms. Amber’ and then set about answering Mommy’s questions. I’d heard everything before I’d passed out. I knew Mr. Parker wanted to watch Mom and Ms. Amber kill me. By slow torture from what Ms. Amber said. I didn’t want that. Not at all. But I belong to Mommy. I’m her little boy. I do what she says. I do what she wants me to. Still, agreeing to let my Mom snuff me in the most painful way possible wasn’t something I could just do on my own. So I tried to reason with Mommy.

“Ahhh, I heard Ms. Amber say something about torturing me to death  me Mommy. I, ahhh, I don’t want to, I mean, ahhh, please don’t snuff me Mommy. Please let me stay with you. I’ll be good. I promise.”

    Mommy and Ms. Amber just laughed. Ms. Amber picked up another needle and pressed it against my little finger. She didn’t stick it in yet. She just let me feel the sharp end sitting there under my fingernail. I started to cry. Mommy laughed. And pumped her hips hard against my butt half a dozen times. I was sobbing before she finished. Mommy reached down and gently wiped some of my tears away. Then in her calming Mommy voice she tried to soothe me in her own warped way.

“There, there darlin. Don’t cry. Don’t worry baby. I know my sweet boy will put on a good show for Mr. Parker won’t you hon? You want to make Mommy proud of her little boy don’t you Michael?”

“So it’ll be a show Mommy?  Just a show.You‘re not going to snuff me for real?”

“Don’t be silly honey. What does Mommy always say about the customers at the club? Remember baby? How does a girl like me get men to give her great big tips?”

“Ahhh, the customer’s always right? That’s what you say Mommy. But, ahhh, doesn’t that mean you’ll have to torture me to death. The way Mr. Parker wants you to. So he’ll be right?”

    Mommy smiled at me. With genuine affection I think.

“See baby. You do  understand. And it will be right Michael. Not just right for Mr. Parker. It’ll be right for Mommy too. I’ve been looking forward to snuffing my little boy for a long time. I just never had a good enough excuse. But now I do honey. And it’ll be right for you too Michael. You’re Mommy’s slut baby. You’re just Mommy’s slave darlin. And a slave only wants what’s best for his Mistress doesn’t he sweetheart.”

    All I could do was nod yes. I was devastated of course. Mom was really going to snuff me! And she seemed to be happy about it too. I looked over at Ms. Amber and she was smirking at me. Gloating I think. She grabbed a couple of needles and started working on my left hand. God it hurt when she jabbed that sharp point under the fingernail and wiggled it violently back and forth! I started to scream. Mom laughed and slammed a dildo between my lips and shoved it in hard. She kept shoving on it until I had a foot of fat rubber cock down my throat.

“Shhh. It’s OK baby. I know. It’s not what you wanted is it Michael. But it’s never been about what you want has it hon. It’s only about Mommy. And Ms. Amber. You exist to make us happy baby. And snuffing you is going to make Mommy so very, very happy. So  scream darlin. Scream all you want Michael. Mommy can’t hear you. And even if she could she doesn’t care.”

    Mom and Ms. Amber finally got tired of torturing me. I had needles under three of my right fingernails and four on my left hand. It hurt even when Ms. Amber wasn’t twisting and jerking hem around. Both my forearms were tingly from the constant pain. And from the tension in my muscles as I fought against Ms. Amber even though I knew I couldn’t escape her cruel play.

    Mom wanted to leave that great big fat cock rammed up my butt when she finished fucking me herself but she wasn’t about to fool with detaching it what with all those sharp spikes at the base. So she just unbuckled her strapon harness and left the dildo up my ass. She put the straps around my thighs and buckled it on me real tight so the prickly spikes dug into my ass and balls and so the dildo wouldn’t slip out.

    Mommy and Ms. Amber had wild and loud girl on girl sex. They left me tied up so all I could do was watch and listen as the two horny women kissed and licked and fingered each other’s pussies next to me for a good hour before they slowed down enough to plan my snuff. I kind of wished they hadn’t stopped fucking each other once they started giggling and talking about how they’d make me suffer when the killed me. Listening to them laughing as they discussed all the ways they could snuff me gave me a headache. Or maybe it was from the three inch diameter cock Mommy had rammed up my butt. Either way my head felt like it was going to explode.

“How do you think Parker wants us to snuff my little Michael? Did the pervy old fart say?”

“Not really. He just said something about making it last a long time. And making sure it was a spectacle. He wants us to focus on the boy’s dick of course. Men! So much of their sense of self-worth is focused on their cocks. Kind of makes our job easier doesn’t it Tammy love?”

“Mmmmm. I love cock torture. Yes it does make it easier Amber darling. And fun. So, you think he’ll let us do Michael any way we want? I guess we have to snuff my boy in a way that arouses the old freak. But that shouldn’t be difficult. Hell, I’m getting all horny now just thinking about snuffing my boy.”

“I hear that lover. But my cunt’s sore from all that finger fucking you did to me. You were fabulous by the way. So just give a kiss darling then tell me your favorite snuff fantasy and I‘ll tell you mine.”

    God it was awful listening to that. Mom lit a cigarette and told Ms. Amber she’d always dreamed about setting me on fire. She wanted to watch me writhing in agony as the flames ate away at my flesh. Ms. Amber laughed and said that was a good idea but fire might be too quick. It’d be better to do it slower. How about impaling the little monkey she asked. Mom wondered how. Ms. Amber said they could rig up a hoist in the living room, hog tie me then raise me up so they could lower me down on an upside down stool. They’d guide one of the upside down legs up my butt then let my weight pull my body down until that lovely metal pipe went all the way up my ass, through my stomach, pierced a lung and, if they got lucky, poked out my throat while I was still alive. That should make a good show for old man Parker. Mom loved that idea.

    But she wondered, couldn’t they combine both motifs? That’s what Mom was calling the methods of my death, ‘motifs’. It was really depressing to hear my Mom discuss ways of snuffing me like she was talking about one of her costume designs. Mom use to make her own dance costumes. Now she makes them for the younger dancers at the club. She’s always going on about how a good costume needs a theme and each part of it needs reinforce the overall decorative pattern or motif. So that’s what I’d become to Mom. I was simply a decoration to her life. I existed to make her look good, feel good, climax good. And my death at her hands was going to accomplish that.  Mommy made that crystal clear to me that day.

    Ms. Amber agreed that they could do both. They’d burn me a little at a time. They could pour oil on various parts of me while I slid down the pipe rammed up my ass. Mommy giggled and said I’d squirm and buck and that’s make me slid down even faster. Ms. Amber said they could always use the hoist to slow my decent so the impaling would last as long as they wanted. Mom like that idea. But she’d be disappointed if she could torture my cock and balls as she killed me.

    No problem Ms. Amber volunteered. They’d  save burning my dick till last. So they could pierce me with needles or slice my balls open with a knife and pack my testicles with hot coals. Or Acid. Anything to make me suffer she laughed. And turn on that old freak Frank Parker Mommy laughed just before she put her hands around my throat and choked me till I gagged and finally passed out.