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I wake to find myself naked, bound, blindfolded, gagged! I struggle, writhe, but can't get free. Then they start – the men, touching, caressing, exploring. That's when I hear it – a voice I recognize. My son! My son and his friends have come home from college, tied me up and now they plan to use me as their long weekend sex doll...
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I struggle against the restraints, the rope digging into my skin, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing. The man's touch is rough, seemingly unaware of the pain he is causing me. Or he just doesn't care. I try to scream around the gag, but only a muffled sound escapes, to no avail.
"Wait, give her a chance," says another voice, sounding slightly more reasonable. "Let's see what she can offer."
A second man approaches, running his hands over my body, caressing me in a way that is both sickening and terrifying. The ropes cut into my skin, but I can't move, trapped and helpless in their clutches.
"You're beautiful," he whispers, kissing my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
That voice, it’s vaguely familiar. Someone I know? Someone I've heard?
Another hand, on my other boob, pressing, harshly pinching my tit while the first man sucks hard on the first tit, both of them pulling, stretching my nipples.
I cry out around the gag, the shame, the humiliation of being nothing more than a sex toy unbearable, fear gripping me.
I thrash and howl, trying to break free from their grip, but they only laugh cruelly and continue to touch me, to manhandle me. Their rough hands roam over my body, exploring every inch as if I were an object for their amusement.
"Quiet now, darling," coos one of the men, caressing my hair. "You're safe with us. We just want to play."
Play? Is that what they call this? I try to spit out the gag, my disgust and fear turning to rage, but the gag is far too tight, shoved far too far back in my mouth.
The two continue tormenting my tits, while another man slips between my legs — he’s naked! I can feel his bare body against mine as he caresses my thighs...
“Hey, wait,” one of the men says. “Mikey should get first dibs. This is his house, after all.”
“Oh, no guys, that wasn’t part of the deal.”
My blood runs cold. Mikey?
He is my son. He attends a local community college, and that familiar voice I now recognize as Hunter, his best friend!
