All characters in this story are over eighteen and the actions taking place are entirely fictional.
This is the list of characters:
Lacy: A twenty-two-year-old female exhibitionist.
The Announcer: Responsible for Lacy's abduction and narrator.
The Mistress: Responsible for taking care of Lacy and preparing her for each session.
Leroy Sampson: Old school classmate not liked by Lacy. (new to this chapter)
Stan: A Psychology professor at the local college. (from chapter one)
Lacy Ch 3: Leroy's Revenge
When Mistress and I arrived back at what I now thought of as "My Room", I headed straight for the shower. I was grateful for the abundance of hot water as I stood there under the invigorating spray and tried to organize my thoughts. Things had changed, I had changed. I can't say that I understood exactly what had changed or why, but I knew that it was true.
So much had happened in just over twenty-four hours. I told myself that I should be outraged by what had been done to me but, strangely enough, I wasn't. Unbelievably, I had found myself receiving satisfaction from the humiliation and degradation. This was certainly a revelation to me.
I took a moment to review everything that had happened in just two unbelievable days.
After being abducted on Friday afternoon I had been transported to an unknown location. Later that night I had been made the unwilling subject of a sex show. Under threat of a merciless whipping, I had reluctantly consented to allow the Announcer to use his whip on my tits and pussy in a more subdued manner.
Oh, you can be sure that I hadn't agreed to this willingly. At first, I'd adamantly refused but then the Announcer had told me that if I didn't agree he would have me restrained and whip me much more severely anyway. Some choice.
The sting of the whip as it caressed my sensitive nipples was fresh in my memory even now. At first, I had been outraged that any man would dare to whip me this way despite my reluctant agreement. The Announcer wasn't whipping me with all of his strength but he was applying enough vigor to the whip to leave red stripes across my nipples and breasts. After the first few strokes, it became clear that the pain was acting as a stimulant.
When he told me to lean back and spread my legs I cringed at the thought of what was about to happen. It was terrifying to think about having that whip applied to the trembling, moist lips of my pussy. Despite my fear, I decided that I wanted to know what it would feel like when that whip landed. After overcoming the shock of having my nipples whipped a wanted to know how it would feel to be pussy whipped.
On the first stroke, I flinched but held my position as the whip started forward on a trajectory that I knew would end when it solidly connected with the most intimate parts of my body. I can't say whether I heard the slap of the whip contacting my tender flesh or if I felt the pain first. Maybe both sensations arrived simultaneously.
What I do remember is that the pain was exquisite and I almost collapsed when the whip landed. The Announcer's aim was good and with unerring accuracy, the whip landed right between my legs and squarely on my pussy lips.
I remained upright and even kept my legs spread wide apart. It was a struggle as my mind was awhirl with thoughts and my body was quivering in response to the unusual pain and stimulation. I remember feeling humiliated by the knowledge that I was standing naked in front of an audience of strangers while yet another stranger used a whip on me. There was physical pain each time the whip landed, but that wasn't all, it was exhilarating. The erotic situation was driving my emotions ever more upward as my body responded to the unusual stimulation.
After the Announcer decided that I had been whipped enough he fucked me in front of everyone present. I still remember the shiver that passed over my body as his large cock moved between my stinging pussy lips and then slid into me as deeply as possible. He held me like that for a few moments, his groin pressed firmly against the cheeks of my ass as he took me doggie style.
As I stood there, bent over, impaled on his cock, I again felt resentment at being used in this manner. Then I realized that a good fucking was exactly what my body demanded so I pushed back against him to get his cock into me just a little deeper. When he withdrew I whimpered at the loss but it wasn't more than a moment before I felt that hard hot shaft invading me again. This time, I welcomed it.
He continued pounding his cock into me, slapping his groin against my ass cheeks each time he thrust into me. In only a few minutes I felt an orgasm building as I was driven higher and higher. Finally, I yelled, "I'm going to cum". In response, he pounded me even harder. Finally, I could hold back no longer and I experienced the strongest orgasm that I have ever felt. Moments later I felt him shove his cock home one more time only this time he held himself deep within my welcoming honey hole and pumped me full of his creamy white cum.
There had been a second session that had taken place on Saturday morning. Just hours ago.
Once again, there had been thirty strangers seated in a circle surrounding the little stage. Although I had no idea what awaited me this morning I couldn't imagine it being worse than what had happened last night, or could it?
The Announcer said that I was going to have to "service" each of the thirty men around the circle. My first thought was that he was planning to allow each of them to fuck me. Being fucked one after the other by thirty men didn't sound very appealing but what he had in mind was, as far as I was concerned, even worse. He expected me to suck each man's cock and then allow him to cum on my face. I don't think that I could have thought of anything more humiliating than that but I was soon to find out that things could get even worse.
I was instructed to kneel in front of each man, remove his cock from within his pants and then suck his cock. The whole time that I sucked this strange cock I was to keep my hands behind my back using my mouth only.
After the first few loads of cum landed on my face I decided that the best way to get through this ordeal was to make each man cum as quickly as possible. The first problem arose when I found myself kneeling in front of a black man looking directly at his dusky member. I had never seen a black man naked much less sucked a black cock. Naturally, I hesitated until I was able to tell myself that this was just another cock. Still, it felt seriously decadent as I wrapped my pink lips around that black shaft and then felt his cum joining all the rest coating my face.
I had only one more problem as I worked my way around the circle. One of the men looked familiar to me as I knelt in front of him. As I pulled his cock from within the confines of his trousers I realized that the cock I now held belonged to an old high school classmate. Not only that but he was a classmate that I had an unpleasant relationship with. I didn't have any idea what to do but unconsciously I knew that it was likely that this would not end well.
Needless to say, my hesitation had been noticed by the Announcer who humiliated me further by making me address my obnoxious classmate as sir. Leroy, the classmate from hell, did not pull his cock from my mouth when he came. Instead, he shoved it down my throat and forced me to take his cum directly into my gut. It's a wonder that I didn't bite his dick off.
As I moved from man to man around the circle I occupied my mind by thinking about my situation. I decided that it would be a lie to try to convince myself that the whipping that I received earlier had not hurt. I can't say what would be the proper reaction to having my tits and pussy whipped but I'm pretty sure that feeling stimulated and enjoying the hard fucking that I had taken from the Announcer was not normal.
Then there had been all of those men who shoved their cocks into my mouth, down my throat, and finally shot cum on my face. For heaven's sake, there were thirty of them. Most women wouldn't suck thirty different cocks in a lifetime and certainly not thirty strangers in one night.
Well, truth be told, it was twenty-nine strangers and one old high school acquaintance. I was more humiliated by having to service Leroy than I was giving head to the other twenty-nine strangers. While we had not been friends we did go to school together. I wouldn't have anything to do with him in school yet I knelt before him, took his cock between my lips, and obediently allowed him to pump his cum down my throat. I guess it was because I had known him previously but, despite the humiliation, I was strangely turned on as I had knelt there feeling his cock sliding in and out of my mouth and down my throat.
As the water began to run cold I shut off the shower and dried myself off. I still didn't have any clothes to wear so I wrapped myself in a towel. In the other room, I found that Mistress had returned with a tray of food and some iced tea. It came as a surprise to find that I was pretty hungry and quite thirsty.
When I walked across the room Mistress grabbed the towel and tore it from my grasp. As I looked at her in shock, she simply said "No clothing".
Remembering the cameras situated around the room I realized that not only was I being recorded for additional footage for the videos but this was a form of intimidation. An effort to break my will and make me much more cooperative.
