Visiting Ben

Marcella did not sleep at all that night. She kept reliving the events of the day. The feel of his putrid little cock in her mouth, then swallowing his ejacula, then his whims afterwards. Marcella had been numbed by shock after the video call, so it scarcely seemed to be reality when he produced a set of handcuffs and secured her wrists behind her back, then blindfolded her and spent a long time tugging on her nipples, much to her discomfort and pain, but the real thing that kept playing itself in a loop throughout the night in her head was the call from Ben, where he explained that the monster in his cell "owned" him, and how he would be Bubba's bitch unless Marcella did exactly whatever the creepy bastard wanted. Marcella kept hearing the words in her head, even as he opened her legs and began stimulating her vagina with his fingers then a buzzing dildo.

And so for the next hour or so, as she was pawed and squeezed at his whim, she simply sat and put up with it all for the sake of Benny. Her Ben.

Later in bed at home, the hours ticked by slowly, while she relived the days events over and over again, then as dawn rose, she got up, still unslept, and showered, watching the clock, willing the minutes to go by so that visiting time would come round and she could see Ben. She had to know that he was safe. She had to.

Eventually at 11.30am, in the longest morning of her life, she was there at the prison and was shown to a booth where her son in a prison uniform stared through some plexiglass at her. He looked dishevelled, but a lot calmer than he had been in the video call. Marcella sat down quickly before she fell down

She picked up the receiver on the side of the booth and Ben did likewise.

"Ohmigod. look at you". she said and started to weep.

"Mom. Its ok", said Ben quickly. "Whatever you did it worked".

"oh thank god!"

"Yeah. He's left me alone. I'm all right. I'm... I'm so sorry I got you invoved!". Ben proceeded emotionally to reassure his mother that the Nazi monster had left him entirely unmolested, and had insisted that no harm would befall him during his stay, so long that is that his mother continued to cooperate with Mr Todd.

Marcella's ordeal, repulsive though it was, seemed a distant dream or nightmare, fading in intensity in the light of day now that she knew her son would be safe, and she was prepared to go through anything to ensure Ben's continued safety.

She had no doubt that the depraved Toad would expect more sexual service from her and revolting though he was, she also had not doubt that she would comply with any demands for Ben's sake.

"Oh", said Ben, "one more thing. Bubba said the boss was sending you a package in the mail. There's instructions with it. He said you should open it and do whatever the boss tells you".