Lacy Ch. 02: Gangbang Facial and Deep

I struggled to keep my balance, stumbling as Mistress drug me down the hall toward the room where this ordeal had begun. My breasts throbbed from their recent whipping and my nipples were still red and tender. Cum and pussy juice leaked from between my engorged and outraged pussy lips running down my leg to splatter on the floor as I staggered along.

The sting of hot water as it struck my tender nipples jolted my system enough to dispel my stupor. I was so disoriented that I hadn't even noticed when Mistress shoved me into the shower. My nipples throbbed as the jets of hot water struck flesh still tender from the whipping that I had received. A whipping that I had stood there and accepted without complaint.

Lost in thought, I wondered how I had done that. I found it confusing that the abuse of my tits and pussy had stimulated a part of my mind that had remained inactive until today. The pain had awakened something in me that I didn't know existed. Something that I would have to give more thought to after I got back home. I grudgingly had to admit that, somewhere deep in my soul, I had enjoyed the pain and stimulation.

Slowly, the hot water that pulsed from the showerhead began to soothe my aches and pains, washing away the cum that was matted in my hair and elsewhere. I began to relax and it occurred to me that a normal person would find it hard to believe what had just happened to me.

The day had begun with bright yellow sun's rays streaming into my bedroom and a Mocking Bird singing outside my window. I awoke excited and happy, looking forward to an adventure exposing myself to strangers as I had in the past, but everything had gone wrong.

Instead, I had been abducted and there was no way to know where I had been taken. These people had promised to release me a few days from now but they might be saying that simply to get my willing compliance as they used my body for their sexual gratification.

Crazy as it might seem, their plan appeared to be working. Hadn't I just stood there obediently and allowed their leader to use his whip on my tits and pussy? As my hands idly wandered up to cup my tender breasts and rub my nipples, I was immediately reminded of the exquisite pain I had experienced each time the whip struck.

Both my nipples and pussy lips were an angry shade of red and they were puffy and swollen but that was the only evidence of the abuse. It was amazing that there was no broken skin, no bruises or marks other than the angry red color where the whip had been applied.

Never, in my wildest dreams would I have considered allowing such a thing to happen to me. Yet I had allowed it. But that wasn't all. After being whipped, I had obediently sucked the leader's cock and been thoroughly fucked by the same man, allowing him to fill my pussy with his cum. A complete and total stranger whom I had decided to call the "Announcer".

It was amazing to me how the pain inflicted on my body had ignited my senses pushing my emotions higher and higher. I had been primmed and ready when his cock had split the tender flesh of my pussy. At that moment it wouldn't have mattered whose cock was driving into my sex. Any cock would have been welcome and able to push me over the precipice. As a result, my body had exploded and I had experienced the strongest climax of my life.

The intensity of my response to his rough fucking was amazing. I should have been appalled that anyone would want to use a whip on me yet, on some level, it seems as if a part of me enjoyed it or was titillated by the whipping. As a result, my response was more intense than normal. It was something that I would certainly need to look into if I ever got out of this predicament.

Maybe I enjoyed it because of the audience of strangers who watched the whole thing, both in the same room and on a live video feed? Or maybe it was because I knew that every intimate part of my body and, every erotic moment of my humiliation had been recorded to make a video that would be sold on the internet to an untold number of strangers. Wouldn't that be the ultimate exhibitionist experience?

My speculation was interrupted and I was jolted back to reality when the water finally began to run cold. With a yelp, I turned off the shower and opened the shower stall door. I dried myself with a towel that I found hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Wrapping the towel around myself, I walked across the room with all of these questions and more thrashing about in my mind. Confusion reigned supreme as I tried to make sense of everything that had just happened. When I reached the bed I just gave in to my exhaustion, dropping the damp towel onto the floor as I lay down and struggled to reign in my conflicting emotions.

I had just begun to doze off when I felt someone move my legs apart, fastening their lips on my tender, well-used pussy. Struggling back from the edge of sleep, I looked down to see Mistress busy between my legs.

I had never had a sexual experience with another woman. At first, I was put off by the idea but, my surprise, horror, and disgust quickly evaporated. Her talented lips and tongue soon changed my mind.

Fascinated, I watched as she pulled two fingers out of my pussy with a big blob of milky white cum on them. She immediately placed the fingers to her lips and began to lick them clean. It was fascinating to watch as she ate the Announcer's cum from my pussy. I felt her fingers continue dipping between my pussy lips to drag out even more cum.

It seems like my body had not yet recovered from the earth-shattering climax I had experienced at the hands of the Announcer and his whip because, in only a few moments, I was moaning and thrashing around on the bed. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, Mistress reversed positions, placing my head between her knees. After doing so she immediately dipped her head between my thighs and resumed pleasuring my pussy. Suddenly, I found myself looking up at her gaping pussy as she lowered her sex down onto my face.

There was no time to consider what was happening or what I should do about it. Without thinking, I parted my lips and began lapping at her pussy like a cat with a bowl of milk. The taste was strange, not offensive, but one that I had not experienced before.

Despite my lack of experience, I automatically knew what to do. I pressed my mouth firmly over her slit and began to worry her clit with the tip of my tongue. It wasn't long before the two of us had resumed thrashing around like wild animals. That's when it happened. Her movements became more rigid and jerky as she stiffened. Understanding blasted through my consciousness as Mistress bathed my face with her cum causing me to erupt with my second massive orgasm of the day. I closed my eyes and parted my lips struggling to catch some of the precious fluid.

When it was over, Mistress collapsed on me and we both just lay there exhausted. After she caught her breath, Mistress rose and walked to the other side of the room. I continued to lay there with my eyes closed, legs splayed wide apart, totally spent physically and emotionally. I was completely overcome by the new sensations I had recently experienced.

I felt the bed sag as Mistress sat down beside me. She used a warm wet cloth to clean the cum from my body. When I smelled something that reminded me of lavender, I opened my eyes and watched as Mistress rubbed her hands together. Then she began to gently apply a lotion to my breasts and nipples which were still sporting a few red spots and remained quite tender.

I looked at her questioningly and she said, "This will help relieve the pain. I'll put some between your legs too and by tomorrow you won't have any pain."

"Thank you," I said. "Who are you? Why are you here? I can understand what the men want but why are you involved?"

Mistress paused as if recalling good memories and said, "I was once like you. They abducted me and brought me here. I was used and abused for a weekend and then released. After I managed to make my way back home I did a lot of thinking."

"Once I had recovered from the shock of what had happened I began to look more closely at my sex life. It was either a disaster or non-existent. As time passed, I began to realize that I had felt more alive on that weekend when I had been taken than I ever had before. That's when I remembered the slip of paper that they had given me just as they released me."

"I don't know why I had kept it. Maybe subconsciously I knew that I might want to contact them again. It contained an email address that could be used to contact them. I thought long and hard about it but finally, I accepted the inevitable and sent them an email."

"I'm not sure what I expected to happen. It was two days before I heard from them wanting to know why I was contacting them. I told them that I wanted to come back again."

"Two days later, on a Wednesday, I received another email instructing me to be at the corner of Evans and Sycamore in my town at six PM on the coming Friday. I was told that a van would arrive and that, if I was serious, I would be expected to step into the van of my own accord when the side door opened. They would not abduct me again because it was just too dangerous. This time my participation would have to be a result of my own choice."

"After that weekend I went back two more times. At the end of my fourth weekend, they offered me an opportunity to become part of the group. My specific duties would be to help the abductees through their experiences. I have a regular job during the week and on special weekends I come here. Occasionally they still use me when something goes wrong with their plans for a specific abductee."

"Now you need to rest. You have two sessions scheduled for tomorrow and another scheduled for Sunday before you are released." With that statement, Mistress turned and left the room.

I had no idea what time it was when I awoke. Mistress had covered me with a sheet and a light blanket. I took this opportunity to look around and observe my surroundings. In addition to the bed that I had slept in I noticed a small desk and chair against one wall. There were a couple erotic paintings on the wall. As I lay there looking around the room I noticed a second door that I had not seen previously. It must lead to the bathroom where I had taken a shower earlier.

Deciding to wash my face and relieve myself I opened the door. Happy to find that my guess had been correct, I entered the bathroom and sat down to pee. As relief coursed through my body I looked around and noticed a couple of video cameras in strategic locations. It seems my captors wanted to keep an eye on me even when I wasn't on stage. Since my body held no secrets from them at this point I decided to simply ignore them.

When I returned to the bedroom I found Mistress sitting on the bed. She watched me as I entered finally asking how I was feeling.

For some reason, her question destroyed my mood and I snapped back saying, "I feel just lovely. Where are my clothes? Can I go now?"

The smile on Mistress's face vanished with my sharp words. "I'm sorry that you're still angry. I thought that you might feel differently about me after our time together last night."

"What is wrong with you?", I exploded. "I've been abducted and displayed naked in front of a room full of strangers. I've been forced to suck a strange man's cock and subsequently fucked by that man while the whole time I was filmed so that you can sell a video and you want me to be in a good mood?"

The look on Mistress's face hardened as she stood and looked at me saying, "I had hoped that you might realize the inevitability of your situation. Accepting what is happening to you would make it much more enjoyable. You have another two shows scheduled for today. I'll get you some food. Your first show is scheduled to begin in about an hour." With that, she left the room closing the door sharply.

An hour later I was led from the room by Mistress. This time I followed along docilely resigned to my fate and unaffected by my nudity. I had given a lot of thought to what had happened last night. While it probably wasn't something that I would seek to do again I had to admit that it had been the most stimulating sexual experience I had ever had.

Mistress led me to the same room where I had been recorded last night. As before, the bright lights were on and the cameras and televisions around the room were present. The thirty chairs were all occupied but I couldn't tell if these were the same men from last night or a new group.

Mistress led me to the center of the stage where I stood naked. The Announcer was present and he greeted me with a smile saying, "Good afternoon Lacy. I hope that you're looking forward to this afternoon's activities."

"Not really," I replied. "I don't know what you have planned but you need to let me go."

"You know that we aren't going to do that. At least not until we've finished with you. That would be disappointing to all of these gentlemen who have paid a hefty sum to be here today," he said.

My false show of bravado was somewhat shaken when he said, "This afternoon you are going to service all thirty of these men so you see, they have a vested interest."

"Wha... what do you mean 'Service' them?"

"Lacy do you know what the word 'bukakke' means?"

At a total loss for words, I simply shook my head, no.

"It's a Japanese term. Years ago a loose woman would be humiliated when all of the men of the village would ejaculate onto her face. In those days the woman would be restrained but you're going to agree to do this willingly aren't you?" the Announcer asked. "I'm expecting you to suck each man's cock and then let him cum on your face."

I was shocked. What did he think I was, a whore? "Are you out of your mind?" I exploded. "I'm not a slut!"

"Ahhh, Lacy. That's exactly the point. You're not a whore or a slut. You're a wholesome, clean-cut young woman who likes to show off her body and that is precisely why men will pay dearly for a video of you doing something that you would not normally do."

I guess he thought I was going to do this. "Well I'm not going to provide any more entertainment for you or profits for you either," I bellowed. "You can't make me."

"Lacy you are so wrong about that but never fear. It's not my intent to physically force you to do this. Instead, I'll offer you a choice. You can choose to be the subject of our bukakke video voluntarily or I will have you restrained and you'll be the subject in an anal video where each of these men will be allowed to cum in your ass. The decision is yours."

The Announcer had my full attention now. I had never had anal sex and didn't think that I wanted to start now. Certainly not with thirty lusty men so, as I saw it, there was no choice to make. Realizing that the Announcer could and would make good on his threat I immediately capitulated. "Okay," I said.

"Okay what?" he asked. "Speak loud and be concise. Exactly what are you agreeing to do?"

"I don't like it but I would much rather suck thirty cocks than have those same thirty cocks shoved up my ass."

"And.. '"

"And I'll suck them and allow them to cum on my face. There! Is that good enough?" I exclaimed.

"I thought that you'd come to your senses and volunteer. Now get on your knees. Here comes your first donor."

Reluctantly, I knelt as the first man approached and stood before me. He was still dressed and I was unsure what I should do so I looked at the Announcer for guidance.

"Damn woman!" he exclaimed. "Do I have to explain everything to you? Unzip his fly and take his damn cock out and get to work."

Reluctantly, I did as I was instructed. After a minor struggle with the zipper of his fly, I was able to release his hardened shaft from the confines of his pants. As I told myself that I would get through this somehow, I grasped his dick with both hands and took the head into my mouth.

I was startled when the Announcer shouted, "No hands. Once his cock is out place your hands behind your back. Your customer will be allowed to hold your head and fuck your face any way they want. You are simply a receptacle to be used."

I thought that I had been thoroughly humiliated before but the Announcer's declaration served to emphasize my helplessness. I placed my hands behind my back as instructed fearful of what the consequences might be if I failed to comply. When I looked, I noticed that about half of the cameras were focused directly on my face and the other half were showing a full body shot of me which cut off the man without showing his face.

This stranger seemed to be about forty years old and I realized that he was old enough to be my father. As I looked straight ahead I could see that his cock was hard but not extremely large, about average. He grabbed my head in both hands and pulled me towards him. When I felt the head of his shaft touch me I hesitated a moment and then parted my lips giving him access to my warm moist mouth.

He immediately began to rock my head back and forth shoving his cock in as far as possible with each thrust. For my part, I had decided to do everything that I could to speed up the process. Knowing that my efforts would add to the enjoyment of the man using me was a price that I was willing to pay to bring this ordeal to a swift end.

As he shoved his cock back and forth between my lips I used my tongue to tease his cock to make him ejaculate as quickly as possible. A few minutes later he pulled his shaft from between my lips and I felt hot sticky liquid begin to splatter on my face. Before he pulled back completely he rubbed the last bits of cum off his cock into my hair.

When he had completely moved out of the way I glanced at one of the televisions and saw a closeup of my face, splattered with cum, eyes staring into the camera. As I watched I could see the second man as he stepped in front of me.

I was surprised to realize that I had completely capitulated, moving from being defiant to becoming complicit so easily. I parted my lips for cock after cock. Each one added to the sticky mess coating my face.

At one point I even serviced my first black cock. When I saw that black shaft approaching I realized that my humiliation had risen to even greater heights. Having sex with a black man was simply not something that I would have done under normal circumstances. Still, it was erotic as I thought of that black tool parting my lips and then adding its cum to that already covering my face. When he finally pulled his cock from between my lips I couldn't resist taking a look at one of the televisions. I saw myself staring into the camera. My face was covered in cum and the black cock was still in the picture. I felt a shiver shake my whole body.

The next man approached and, as I had done with each of the other men, I looked up at the man now approaching me. The first thing that I noticed about him was the satisfied grin on his face. I couldn't understand why until it suddenly dawned on me. I knew this man. Standing before me with the bulging crotch was an old high school acquaintance.

Leroy Sampson had wanted to date me and had asked me to go out with him on numerous occasions. He wasn't the type of boy that cheerleaders like me would date. He would never be a part of my social circle and I had been none too kind as I refused his advances.

With the realization came hesitation. How could I possibly suck Leroy's cock? My continued hesitation caught the attention of the Announcer. "Lacy, do we have a problem here?"

I glanced over at the Announcer as he walked toward me. Remembering his threat to let every man here fuck my ass, I quickly came to my senses and turned back towards Leroy, promptly reaching up to undo his zipper but it was too late.

The Announcer said, "What's the problem, Lacy?"