Phil Phantom Stories

Phil Phantom is probably the most prolific erotic story author on the web. He has written 100's of stories under 7 pen-names. The four most common themes in his stories are sluts, under age kids, incest and bestiality. He has a talent and a knack for story telling that builds excitement through to the climax. I hope you find his writing as entertaining as I do. For Phil Phantom stories from the female perspective, see stories by Tiffany.

Phil Phantom Stories

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At the Mercy of a Daughter By: Phil Phantom

Surviving three days of abduction by a rogue motorcycle gang with her

family intact, sore, but alive, should have been cause for rejoicing,

like standing in the debris field of a tornado, telling a reporter, "I

don't care about all this. I'm just thankful all of my family made it

through."Donna should have felt that way on the ride home in their motor home,

but she didn't. She didn't because she no longer felt a part of this

family. Her family - husband, daughter, and three sons - were now like

gang members who had split off from the main pack, leaving their bikes

to return the bitch.Donna spoke to no one and no one spoke to her. She lay in the rear

bedroom with the door closed. She didn't know what they were saying

about her, but they knew to leave her be. If they were talking to each

other, they were being quiet.Donna had no way of knowing, but the gang was not in a social or

talkative mood, each gone to their own space, thinking, feeling badly,

wishing they had exercised more restraint, each wishing they had acted

differently, each feeling like a coward and a traitor in the face of a

life-threatening danger. No one felt worse than Bob.The trip to the desert was his idea, and dirt-biking with his boys was

his passion. When the bikers showed up, he should have laid down his

life in a bold attempt to get them to move on, try fucking with a

family who had no hero, easy pickings. Donna had every right to hate

him and want to be free of him.Sherry, the oldest child at seventeen, vented a great deal of

repressed sexuality and frustration on her victimized mother. Sherry

was first to see a way to save her own lovely skin by joining the

gang. She wished she had truly been accepted and been given a place on

the back of a Harley Hog. Had she known her membership was just for

the party, had she known she'd have to return to the bosom of her

loving family, her mother in particular, she never would have done

those things to her. Hell, Sherry was sure they'd kill her mother, so

what did it matter. The others thought the same thing.Tom, the oldest boy at sixteen, felt as badly as his father. He should

have been a hero instead of a mother fucker. Is there anything lower

than a cowardly mother fucker? He didn't think so.John, at fourteen, didn't think so, either. He couldn't believe he did

that, or did it for three days, night and day, seventeen times in all,

all three holes - five times in her mouth, four in her ass, seven in

her pussy. At least he wasn't as bad as Tom or Randy.Randy, the youngest at twelve, felt like Sherry. He was sure their

mother would be wasted, snuffed. He'd only get this one chance to do

everything he ever dreamed of doing to a sexy woman who couldn't do a

damn thing about it, never dreaming he'd have to go back to San Diego

and live with her afterward.Rufus, the family Black Lab laid under the table, exhausted, thinking,

"The bitch ain't half bad for a human. Who'd a guessed. Ain't no dog

bitch ever suck my dick. I sure am glad they didn't waste that cock

sucking bitch. Glad I didn't play hero. I wonder why she wouldn't let

me in the room with her. I'll bet I get to sleep on the bed, now.

Hell, I'll lick her pussy. I'll lick it all she wants if I get to

sleep on the bed. Who am I kidding. I'll lick that pussy even if I

have to sleep outside. That ain't bad pussy, not bad at all. Sure

beats Fe Fe's butt."Donna didn't know how she could ever face them all, not after all

they'd seen and done. Sure, they were all acting on survival

instincts, and there wasn't a hero among them, not even the family dog

- the cowardly mutt - hit of the party. Donna groaned at the flood of

disgusting memories. She thought, "How can a wife and mother return to

being a wife and mother after being a dog's bitch - not bitch, a dog's

slut."At first, Donna didn't think they'd kill her if she gave them what

they wanted. They wanted to see a woman, a wife and mother, act like a

mutt's slut in front of her family. Donna had to draw on her

imagination, but actually getting down to doing the acts she imagined

was the toughest thing she ever did. Even after she was sure she'd end

up dead meat, by then, it didn't matter. She continued being a mutt

slut to avoid the torments of a slow, agonizing death by torture,

usually at the hands of one of her own family members, Sherry in

particular. Sherry was the enforcer. When the time came, Sherry would

be the executioner. All indications were that Sherry would enjoy the

gruesome task and take her sweet time.Sherry felt awful about that. As the enforcer, she got into her role

early on. Her mother's lovely, sexy, blemish-free body would bear the

scars for the rest of her life. Her nipples may never recover, and her

pussy will probably never sprout hair again, hair yanked out by the

roots with pliers, hair needed to mask the scars from a thin metal

whip made from a radio antenna. Sherry thought for sure they'd be

wasting her, so what was the harm. So what if she suffered. When you

die, all fades to black. There's no God, Heaven, no Hell. Ashes to

ashes, dust to dust. A mother is just a mass of living tissue sending

impulses to the brain. The brain is just an organ. Personality is just

an illusion. That mass was her mother, that's all.Bob hated himself. He truly loved that gorgeous mass of tissue, now

terribly scarred and hurting, feeling used, misused, abused, alone and

abandoned. With that thought he took the next exit and found a place

to park where Rufus could go wet a tree.He called the kids out and drew them off to the front of the coach. He

looked to each sad and sorry face, then said, "Look, we all did what

we did to survive. I think your mother realizes that. We have to begin

the healing process. We have to make amends and restore her to her

proper place and help re-establish the dignity she needs to carry on."Sherry broke down, saying, "Maybe you guys only did what you had to do

to survive, but I tortured her, and most of the things I did, no one

made me do. I just did them because it made everyone laugh. I was all

set to kill her, and I wanted to do it slow. She hates me, now."Bob placed an arm around her and hugged her close, saying, "She'll get

over that, Sherry. You are her daughter and her first born child. You

were under great duress. You got caught up in the decadence and went a

little crazy. If she doesn't see that now, she will eventually.""She never will, Daddy. I'm a monster. I don't deserve to live. I sure

don't deserve a mom like her. Just leave me here. She'll be happier

without me in the family."Tom and his father were of like mind on most things. This was no

exception. He hugged his big sis from the other side, saying, "You

don't know Mom if you feel that way. Dad's right. She'll forgive and

forget, and there's no way she'd let you live on the street. You're

family. You'll always be family. We're the ones who have the most to

atone for. We used her sexually. We took advantage of her. We

committed incest, over and over again."Sherry said, "I did that, too, and not just with Dad and you guys. I

used her more than any of you. I made her drink my piss. That's all

she got to drink for three days in the dessert, my piss, and I made

her suck it out while I whipped her. You don't forget or forgive that.

How could she? Every t