Anytime I hang with my oldest son and his friends for a weekend, it is pretty much a gangbang rape porn set. They take me to this cabin in the woods and ragdoll fuck me all weekend. It’s their annual hunting and fishing boys trip. I’m just the entertainment and slave. I was prepared to be well fucked. Brought bags of frozen veggies to sooth my swollen fuck holes. This trip was unlike any other. My son and his friends were doing some new synthetic drug called flakka. Like cocaine, but more dangerous. Causes paranoia and aggression. Don’t get me wrong, they fuck me hard, but this was not fucking. This was torture sex.
They tied me up and tossed me on the cutting table. Animal and fish guts were still fresh and slimy. I could smell the entrails of fish and deer as they force fucked my ass. Two, three, even four cocks at once sodomized me on a bed of dead animal remains. I thought I would puke. My son denied me any nose candy so I would remember and feel everything they did to me. After they came in me, I laid there like a dead fish myself. Battered, swollen, sore and humiliated. I thought they were done with me. Football was one. But no. They were just getting warmed up.
I was still bound and gagged so I could not get up. My son opened up his fishing box and told me it was filled with sex toys for a dirty mommy whore. I gasped as I saw all the sharp dangerous objects. I prayed he was joking. When a fish hook went through my cunt and out my ass, I knew he was serious. I screamed in pain. They laughed. My pussy was being shredded by a fish hook. That was not enough torture for them. They weighed my clit down with fishing anchors. My cunt lips were practically hanging down to the ground. They sodomized me with fishing poles and hunting rifles. I was a bloody mess just like the dead animals I was laying on. They tortured me for hours. The flakka had them so whacked out they thought this was masturbatory fun for me. That the deadly items they were fucking my holes with were nothing more than sex toys. They thought my screams of pain were screams of pleasure.
I passed out in a pool of my blood and animal guts. Woke up with a prolapsed ass, swollen pussy and scarred fuck holes. They acted like I had enjoyed every moment of it. Maybe I did.
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