Kidnapping phone sex is a secret fetish of mine. Most men who snatch up women, want girls, or maybe coeds. You know, fresh meat. But Max wanted a milf. I thought he was going to kill me or even worse, sell me on the black market for the sex trade when he snatched me walking home from the corner market. I had just gone to the store late at night for a pack of cigarettes. I sneak out at night when my husband and boys are asleep. This time, Max was waiting. He needed a milf whore for his dark fantasies. He had spotted me a few weeks ago and has been stalking me ever since. I just was not paying attention to my surroundings. He had a taboo phone sex fantasy he needed to act out, and I was his perfect prey. I fought and screamed, but no one heard me, or no one cared. He shoved me in the trunk of his car. I was so scared that I pissed myself. I was sober. I knew this was not some sort of dream or warped fantasy. I just got nabbed. I was pounding on the trunk from the inside. I felt like I was suffocating. Perhaps, I was. We got someplace where the car did not move for a long time. Eventually, he pulled me out of the trunk and dragged me by my hair across a gravel road. We were in some shack. Like a dirty, rustic old fishing cabin. It smelled like death. Maybe, I was going to die. Maybe, I was not the first woman here. He left me tied and gagged for what seemed like forever. Then suddenly, there were a bunch of other men in this cabin. They had their dicks out, and I heard one man say something about a milf gangbang rape porn. I was in trouble. I was sober. I was going to feel all of it. They sodomized me for hours. Fisted my fuck holes when they could no longer get it up. Some one filmed it. Another live stream, but this time not for my stepson. I was choked too, so I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. I woke up the next day naked in the woods near the highway. I was left to fend for myself and find my way back home.
