I’m a sexy MILF phone sex woman as well as a subby whore. I have discovered recently that many young men enjoy abusing an older woman; my son and his friends especially. My son has been getting more and more violent with me lately. Mother’s Day didn’t go as I expected. Instead of getting flowers, I got viciously gang banged by my son and twenty of his closest friends. When he arrived, he said he had a special present for me. He wanted to show me just what he thought of me. That’s when his friends appeared. Master has shared me with a few men over the years, but nothing like this. I was scared. Those boys looked like a hungry pack of wolves. The pushed me on the floor, striped me naked and started fucking the shit out of of me. Rough sex doesn’t describe it. If you have rape phone sex fantasies, you couldn’t even dream up the shit they did to me. They fisted my holes. Sometimes I had two fists in my cunt and ass at the same time. They even sodomized me with my high heels. I could feel my asshole bleeding. Without looking, I knew it prolapsed. I was crying. Yes, I am submissive, but my Master has never been this savage with me. He likes my holes tight. I started crying. Not just from the pain, but also from the knowledge that my Master would be very upset that my holes were ruined. My pussy is a far cry from tight, but they managed to make me feel like I was giving birth again. My son tore my pussy then and now. The guys that couldn’t get a shot at my pussy, jacked off on my face and tits as they yelled, “Happy Mother’s Day, whore.” I’ve been recuperating for a few days. I guess I don’t deserve anything less.
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Lost
It’s been 15 years since I was kidnapped. So many years of bondage phone sex that I’ve forgotten how to be normal. I was living the good life as the trophy wife of a local businessman. A mother of two young ones. A pillar of the community. My hubby had lured me into the cuckold life that he loved. Men were always coming and going. Looking back, I wonder if this was all planned. The day I was attacked, everyone was gone. A masked man dragged me into a van and my life changed forever.
My abductor was a cruel man. He broke me, starved me, and beat me senseless. I’ll never forget the day he brought home the newspaper where my husband had me declared dead. I lost the will to live that day. He owned me now. He knew where I was weak. My fiesty side was gone. I was dead inside. I was property, like a pet. I faced the life that he forced me to live.
Six months later, it all changed. He brought home another paper where my husband was marrying my best friend. That night, I begged him to kill me. And believe me, he tried. All of his angry lust spilled out as he inflicted every horror in his dungeon upon me. I lashed me, strung me up, violated me with every object. But I felt nothing inside. I was meat. Just a pretty plaything that he could share with his friends. And somewhere along the way, my pain turned to arousal. My pussy throbs with each blow, every kick, and every vile word. I am now a submissive whore. Chained, helpless, and born to serve my master. Use me as your cum dumpster, ashtray, or footstool. I know my place. I am nobody.
Abducted in the Woods
I had gone camping with some friends over the weekend. I ventured off into the woods for a peaceful walk by myself. The sun was shining as I neared the edge of the river, but that’s when there was a loud thud and I fell to the ground. When I woke up, I was naked aside from my panties, tied up in some sort of cage, dangling just low enough to reach my tippy toes to the ground. My struggling caught the attention of my captor, so he came up to me from out of the brush. Worried, I asked him to let me go and not to harm me because my friends would be looking for me. He just laughed as he walked up holding a whip and a gag. He secured the gag in my mouth so that I could no longer talk such nonsense to him. Then, with all his might, he started whipping me. Each lash stung like fire, but I had no choice. I couldn’t even shield my body with my arms, as they were restrained. The ropes wouldn’t budge, so I was forced to endure the lashings. After my body was almost entirely covered in bloody, raw welts, he came up and ripped off my panties. I flailed and cried out, but it was no use. He steadied my legs in his powerful arms and had no mercy as he start impaling my dry asshole. His cock was tearing apart my ass and it burned, but there was nothing I could do. Nobody was coming to my rescue. After he was finished, he knocked me out again and left me somewhere I didn’t recognize. I was left in the woods to wander naked back to our campsite.
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Suspended from the ceiling, I was staring at him through bleary eyes. He’d already clamped my nipples, and had me gagged. He was cracking that whip across my ass and thighs, digging it into me, lashing the skin til parts of it flayed open. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but I am such a weak little bitch sometimes. Now, I had to accept the punishment. He set the whip down and picked up the riding crop. He started smacking that down across my tits, over and over again, welting them, making them bleed in places. The tears rolled out of my puffy eyes as I cried through that ball gag. The next 2 lashes from the crop smacked the nipple clamps so hard that they ripped their way off my nipples, pulling bits of skin with them. He told me, then, that what he did was for love, and that I needed to remember how loved I was. He kissed my cheek, and then left me to hang there and think about my actions for a bit.



















