Hazel's Perspective
Chapter 3.1: Public Property
I was still grappling with the events I'd gone through when the door opened again.
There aren't any combination of words to explain the dread I felt. I was a public toy of sorts for adult men, being used for blowjobs or fondling, and presumably they considered watching me orgasm to be a show since they had no problem forcing me to do it.
It was a kind of violation that I never could have imagined before and my resolve was in pieces. All I wanted was to get out, take a long cold shower and sleep, and I had barely been awake an hour or so. I just didn't want any strange men with their dicks down my throat. Was that so much to ask?
Apparently it was. The next guy in started facefucking me without delay after he put the bandana back on my face. He was tall and white, maybe late twenties and I saw he was uncircumcised. Uncircumcised penises felt different in my mouth too. I couldn't believe the realizations I was making. I still had the noseplug on under the bandana so with this guy's adequate size, breathing was difficult but not impossible.
This became my routine for the next few hours. My nipples felt like crabs were pinching them, my pussy was sopping wet after cumming all over against my will, and my mouth kept getting abused. I lost track how many blowjobs it was after the tenth or so, since I didn't know how most of them looked.
I had to swallow each guy's load, which was utterly disgusting. If I hadn't it would just sit there in my mouth. It was one thing to have to give stranger after stranger blowjobs, but to have to swallow their cum made every second I sat locked up alp the more torturous. I had no idea who these men were, how clean their penises were or where they'd been. They all tasted revolting so I had no way of knowing how hygenic they were really, and none of them fucking wore condoms.
My crying and sadness over time with all the forced blowjobs turned into pure rage and resentment. I don't know if that gas station guy had some vendetta against women, or whatever motive whoever put in me here had, but it had to stop. This was ridiculous and it had run its course.
I wasn't able to get used to this after all, I shouldn't have had to. I hated blowing strangers like a prostitute. I wanted to be back home in bed texting my friends. It was degrading and painful since most of the guys deepthroated me and the noseclip made it so hard to breathe... and I can't emphasize how hard swallowing someone you haven't even seen's cum is.
In short, I wanted the fuck out. I assume it was a few hours I was giving blowjobs every ten or twenty minutes or so, maybe more. It was hard to tell in there. It didn't help that none of the guys were gentle. They all basically acted like my throat was just their hand and took what they wanted. This meant bumping my nose with their torso, a couple trying to put their balls in my mouth which one guy kind of succeeded at to my dismay, hair play and hair pulling, and one guy stuck his fingers in my mouth for some reason before deepthroating me.
