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My pussy was pouring down my thighs while he was fucking me from behind – this was hardcore bondage. I was bound, and I could feel their eyes on me. I knew all the men were watching. I got picked up as a coke whore mommy, and even my brats were watching from the sidelines. Though they were getting just as used as me! One of my girls was bent in half and getting flogged on the soles of her pretty little feet, the backs of her calves and thighs, and those swollen pussy lips leaking with excitement.
My other little girl was tied down, legs spread like a fucking whore, and getting used like a slut by a fuck machine just so they could make pleasure slave training videos! They were barely hanging on as their tits and fuck holes were getting seriously violated! I was getting fucked and made to watch, conditioning me to get off on my own offspring getting used like fucking whores! Not that I needed the conditioning, I’ve been a PMommy since my first little came along. And now? I’d do anything to watch them get treated exactly how they deserve. Like dirty little whores who are going to grow up and be torture phone sex stars just like their nasty, subby Mommy.
Freaky perverts seem so interested in my sex trafficking tales! I remember the first time I got left for dead with a sloppy cream pie cunt and a cigarette smoking from my used hole after a massive gangbang. Those men had paid for me in cold, hard cash and after fucking me senseless for what felt like days, they saw I wasn’t breathing and was getting cold to the touch. I think I just over dosed for a minute before bouncing the fuck back, because even though I’m a worthless fuck whore, I’m fucking resilient as Hell.
When I woke up, the cleaning people had found me in the hotel. I had a toilet scrub brush shoved up my ass, a cigarette butt pooled in a dried ocean of cum under my ass, and I looked like I’d been through some intense torture phone sex.
But it was just another gangbang. They called the police, and the cops were hard in their uniforms as they loaded me into the back of the car to take me to the hospital. I was all over the one who rode in the back with me, so desperate to get just one more cum load. He was finding it pretty hard to resist me, and even let me slip my hand into his pants so I could jack him off. What can I say? I was born and raised into a sexy, horny, cock hungry bitch. I can’t help but be a submissive slut.
Mommy was raised as a sex trafficking slave, and every moment of my fantasies are spent with me having unholy things forced upon me by nasty, abusive men; now I can only get off using submissive phone sex or some other display of my inferiority to men. I’ve turned into a dirty house whore who makes discreet house calls to the really sick fucks out there. They bring me in their home all nice, and I stare at the photos of the wives they hate while they put cigars out along my back, or spank me until their wrist hurts from the swing; never mind my poor, raw ass! I get treated like a worthless fuck toy, a simple breeding whore, and that’s the life for Mommy Tracy.
What I need is more than just taboo role play; I need to be violently abused by a sadistic fuck who wants to see me snuffed out and left in the gutter. I dream of being captured on the street and getting violently fucked. I want them to rip and fill up every orifice of my pathetic body with cum before they carve their names into my flesh, and then tie me up behind their car and drag me through the street. I can run a little, but not with a vehicle so they’ll just end up dragging me along behind on the ground, leaking cum, blood, and my own juices as I beg God for the sweet release of death I don’t deserve.