With a last look in the mirror, I took a deep breath and headed back out to the dark and fairly intimidating hallway. I looked left to where the video booth I had just vacated was and to my disappointment, saw it had someone in it. So did the booth next door. Damn! No access to the glory hole! Maybe I should stay in the bathroom a few minutes and hope my booth became available. If I couldn't find another glory hole, that was exactly what I was going to do! So I ventured out, figuring one quick walk around the loop (the video arcade was shaped like a square, with booths on both sides of the hall) to see if there was another available glory hole, and I'd be safe back in the bathroom.
Clutching my purse, I shifted to the left side of the square and ran right into the swarm of men! I had wondered where they went. My god, it was like 8 or 10 guys, I couldn't even tell! I saw the old pervert I had already blown who wouldn't shut up talking to them. He had this wicked grin on his face, and the other men were all clearly laughing and smiling. I could only guess what Grandpa pervert had been telling them. OK, maybe that's a little unfair, Lord knows I am a pervert myself! And pretty proud of it actually! Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. My four favorite words. But these guys left me weak kneed! I could see the predatory glare in their eyes. This was not going to be good! I started to back away, preparing to run as fast as I could. I had already been raped, well sort of, today, and my cunt still throbbed from the bruising and stretching King Kong gave it. And a couple of these guys looked every bit as big a guy as he was! There were three black guys, a Latino, the old fellow, and maybe a half a dozen white guys. Not a one of them under 50 by the looks of it! No way Kelly was going to do this! So I backed around the corner, and just before I broke into a run for my life, I saw the door was open to my glory hole booth! I bee-lined for the safety of my own little spot, and as I pulled the partially open door the rest of the way, out walks another man! He bumps into me pretty roughly, rough enough to know it's no accident, then blocks my entrance to the booth, leaving this cum slave stuck in the hall way. I could hear the other guys coming around behind me too!
"Well hello little miss" says this guy, white, about 60, in a business suit. "aren't you the pretty little thing! Are you the young lady all these guys are claiming gave them such a good blow job!" Shit! A question. For those who may not have read the first couple chapters of this true story, I was on a quest. My master, in his wisdom and his wrath, had given me a test to prove my worth so that I may be able to return to his devoted service. I was to suck the cocks of ten men, swallowing all the cum I could muster from their balls, and I was to enjoy it. So far, I had serviced five men. Well six if you count ol' Grandpa dirty mouth twice. But there were stipulations. One, no hands. My mouth only. Two, no pussy or ass. I was NOT allowed to fuck anyone, just give head. Three, I was only allowed to say one line, regardless of what anyone may have asked or said to me first. I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut. That was it, nothing more could I utter.
But I was in trouble here. I knew sure as I was standing there and sure as I really did crave their cum, I was about to be brutally gang raped. A girl just knows! It wasn't that I particularly regretted the impending rape, although no girl really prefers getting sexually assaulted, regardless of what we say, it was just that I wanted to complete my master's task. I needed to suck and swallow the cum of five more men. I was already in for it for allowing myself to be raped once already today. But he would NEVER understand this. So I bolted. I ran scared as a jack rabbit, RIGHT INTO THE ARMS OF THE GANG RAPE CRAZY MOB! At the exact time I hit the hallway corner, here comes the boys! I ended up in the arms of one of the huge hulking black guys. He was old like 60 something, weighed well over 300 pounds and hadn't shaved. He smelled of alcohol too.
"Well hello little miss" he says. Did I hear that right? Didn't the other guy say that? "Where you going in such a hurry? Rumor has it you like to suck cock, that you NEED to suck cock. That true?" I looked over his shoulder, the other nine guys I could clearly see now, and I felt the breath of the one from the booth behind me.
"He asked you a question, Little Miss. Aren't you gonna tell him what you are?" said the business suit. I was terrified. The mountain of a man holding me gripped my arms tightly, I mean tightly, cutting the blood off to my arms and causing me to cry out in pain.
"Yeah Little Miss. I asked you a question, bitch." Then all the guys started. Little miss this, little miss that. Bitch this. Slut that. Whore. Whore. Whore! I started to cry, terrified and humiliated. All I wanted to do is please my master and enjoy a few cocks in the anonymity of a glory hole sporting video booth! Is that too much for a lady to ask! But it was evidently clear what had happened. This was planned. While I was in the bathroom, they must have prepared this. Or maybe while I was sucking some of the other cocks. Whatever, the "little miss" gave it away.
"Aw. She's crying. Must be we're hurting her! I'm gonna hurt her, guys. Open her little cunt open like a can of beans!" says Mountain Man.
"Easy now. We don't want to really hurt Little Miss" says ol' Grandpa. "We just want what's coming to us. We all know she gives it, so we gonna take it. Now Little Miss. Tell all these nice men what you are, nice and pretty like. Just like you told me. Come on what are you?"
I swallowed hard. Cooperate, that's what they say when a girl is about to be raped. Just cooperate and it will be over soon. "I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut" I croak, barely audible.
"What now? What'd you say Little Miss. I don't think everyone heard you. You boys hear her?" The all laughed no.
And then it hit me, the internal sexual energy that usually promotes my inner slut! That energy had been somewhat lacking this day, as I think I was mostly focused on Master's needs, not my own. My inner slut, known to my master and myself as Comitissa Obsequious, suddenly clawed her way to my conscience, and let herself be known.
'I AM A CUM STARVED, COCK SUCKING SLUT!' I bellowed. Again, I say it. "I AM A.....CUM......STARVED.......COCK......SUCKING......SLUT!" Damn it felt good to say it like that, and mean it! I poured all of my whore, slut, sleaze, skank, slave and perverted womanly charms into it. "I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut" I say for a third time, a little more demurely. And I licked my lips to add some emphasis. If I was going to be gang raped by ten men, or was it eleven, I was sure as hell going to try to suck and swallow the cum of the last five I needed, at least. Master would have to show me some mercy. He'd just have to. It's not like I didn't try to run, I did. I got to work too. I reached down Mountain Man, who had ceased to grip my arms so hard, and found his cock, already hard as a rock. And yeah, he was huge to match his body. A good eight inches. Not like King Kong, so I knew I was OK with it. I rubbed him through his pants with one hand, reaching behind me to Suit guy, and found his cock. I rubbed both of them for a minute or two, smiling now like a kid in a candy shop, and letting my mind anticipate what would happen. Maybe, just maybe, if I controlled the action enough, I could avoid the rape. I hoped. I'd gladly suck their cocks, all of them, but I didn't want to fuck any of them. I was there to suck cock!