Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿Lacy by Writer6324 Young exhibitionist, Lacy, is abducted. Lacy Ch 1: Exhibitionism, Abduction, Day One The angry buzzing of my alarm intruded on my dream, dragging me from sleep into the new day. The dream had become almost a nightly occurrence now and it was clear that the urge was rising and would soon need to be satisfied. I lay still, unwilling to arise and face the new day, struggling to hold onto the dream. Eventually I became aware of the sun, it's bright yellow rays streaming through my open window painting the room with color. In the oak tree outside a Mocking Bird was welcoming the fresh new day. The remnants of the dream persisted. Today would be the day. Today I would satisfy the demands placed on me by my subconscious. The dream varied, but the theme was always the same. No matter how the dream began I always found some way to expose myself to strangers. Mostly men, but it didn't matter if they were male or female. The crux of the problem was my need to expose myself and when the dreams reached this intensity there was only one way to make them stop, at least for a while. Today I would go out and display myself in public. How should I accomplish the task? I could wear a skirt without panties or expose my breasts in some way, it didn't matter. Dreams like this had been my companion for several years now and the only way to make them stop was to accede to their demands. My name is Lacy and even now, at the ripe old age of twenty-two, I am still unable to understand what motivates me. I don't know why I feel the urge, no, the need to expose the private parts of my body to strangers. Like many people, I enjoy being in the spotlight, the center of attention. But unlike others, I wasn't interested in acting, singing, comedy or any other form of performance art. Somewhere along the road of life, I discovered that I got my thrills by exhibiting my body to strangers. It was such a turn-on to allow random men I passed on the street, an intimate look at something that they could never possess. I do not consider myself a tease. But to see the desire on their faces turn to disappointment as I walked past, out of their lives, was always a thrill. During breakfast and throughout the morning, I thought about what I would do that afternoon, to satisfy the need. Slowly, my plan began to take shape. The shopping area of town would be full of people shopping, running errands or just enjoying the lovely spring weather. It was Friday, the first day of a three-day holiday weekend. Perfect! Just after lunch I began to prepare myself. I concentrated on my reflection in the mirror as I applied a light foundation to my cheeks and forehead. My fair, smooth skin didn't need much help, but I liked to use a thin layer of foundation to blend out the few imperfections that I could see. A touch of blush added color and highlighted my cheeks. Finally, I applied my current favorite lip gloss and everything was complete. Standing back from the mirror I smiled at the image looking back at me and was pleased with the overall effect. The need dominated my thinking. That is why on this lovely Friday afternoon, the first day of a three-day weekend, I was brazenly strolling down the main street of our local shopping area. I smiled as I walked down the sidewalk. It was a warm sunny day in early spring with cool temperatures in the low 70s. The sidewalk was crowded with shoppers enjoying the weather. The outfit that I had chosen to wear accentuated what some would call my elegant good looks. I elected to wear a blouse that was made from an extremely sheer material. I debated whether to go without a bra or wear one that I had recently purchased. This new bra was slightly small for me but, what made it extraordinary was the openings cut at the apex of each cup. When I wore this bra my conical nipples protruded through the holes. I had never worn the bra before but I was sure that this black bra would contrast nicely with my pale skin. I was convinced that my pink nipples protruding through the holes would be even more erotic than going braless. A quick look in the mirror and my choice was made. The new bra highlighted my nakedness and made my nipples look awesome. A ponytail of lustrous jet black hair hung down the middle of my back, in stark contrast to my creamy skin and blue eyes. I have high cheekbones and what I have been told is a full sensuous mouth. My full lips tinted a lovely but subdued shade of red. As always, I used minimal makeup. To say that my figure was voluptuous would be an overstatement, but I certainly didn't consider myself to be skinny. It was a blessing to have breasts that were a full and firm 36C, topped with nipples that were erect and cone-shaped. Below my breasts, my torso tapered down to a 24" waist. It was trim enough to enhance my figure and provide a pleasant contrast to my hips, which flared out to a well-rounded 35". Most men appreciated a well-turned ass and mine fit the bill. It was well-rounded and tightly constrained by the black slacks that I wore. The glossy satin-like material of my slacks hugged my ass cheeks leaving little to the imagination. The slacks were so tight that they dipped between the cheeks of my ass in back. While in the front, I could feel the seam nestled snugly in the crevice, between the lips of my pussy, putting a delicious pressure on my clit. The crack of my pussy was outlined for anyone that took the time to look. Below my crotch, the legs of the slacks caressed the contour of my skin for the first few inches, highlighting my strong well-turned thighs. The slacks then flared out reminiscent of the bell-bottomed slacks of years past. On my feet, I wore five-inch fuck me heels in black patent leather. My complete ensemble was intended to get the attention of men. All men. Any men. I simply craved the attention and approval that I got from men. The exhibitionist in me was exceptionally strong. However, my modesty and the fear of getting caught deprived me of the ability to act on those needs very often. This was not something that I did regularly, but over time the dreams would begin again. Then the pressure would build in my mind until it finally overcame my fears, as it had done today. When this happened, it was as if I became another person. As I walked I noticed a good-looking man coming down the sidewalk toward me. The moment that he noticed me was apparent by the change in the expression on his face. At first, he had seemed relaxed but, as he got closer you could see him focus. He concentrated first on my breasts and then more intently on my visible nipples. As we continued toward each other I felt a tingle of excitement begin between my legs. As our distance closed, I was passing in front of a dress shop when I noticed a cute dress in the shop window. The dress provided the perfect excuse for me to stop and gaze intently into the window, which would also allow me to see what he would do. He drifted to a stop next to me and stood admiring the dress too. It was obvious that he was admiring my reflection in the plate glass window and not the dress. Turning towards him I decided to give him a good frontal view as I said, "That's a lovely dress isn't it? I bet it would look great on your wife." As he turned towards me, his eyes remained glued to my nipples. He acknowledged my question with a grunt. My gut tightened and I felt my nipples harden even further. It was as if his eyes were a laser that was locked onto my nipples. At the last moment he looked up at me and I looked directly into his eyes. Making eye contact, I allowed my smile to widen. Along with the tingle, I felt the first bit of moisture between my legs. "Your wife?" I said again. "What? Oh yes. My wife. It would look good on her, now that you mention it." he mumbled as he turned to walk away, thoroughly embarrassed. Smiling to myself I thought, "Oh yes! This is just what I need." Walking on, I continued down the street thoroughly enjoying myself now. Turning heads like that was always a thrill and it never got boring. The act of showing strange men something that they would desire, possibly even dream about, yet never possess was such a total turn-on. I kept moving along the sidewalk, enjoying the way that my breasts bounced with each step I took. The feel of my nipples rubbing against the textured silk blouse, kept them hard and in a state of arousal. A little farther up the sidewalk, there was a group of five or six young men. They looked like they were probably college students from the nearby State College. As they approached I decided to engage them in conversation. For my part, I was quite sure that I would be turned on by their undivided attention. I was also pretty sure that they would enjoy the opportunity to get a better look at my exposed nipples. "Excuse me," I said as the group approached. At first, not one of them looked at me. All eyes were focused on my chest, as the group formed a semi-circle in front of and around me. "Excuse me," I said again. One of the men seemed a little older than the rest of the group, although it appeared that he was just as mesmerized by the sight of my nipples as the others. This older man was the one who finally gained some semblance of control, as he raised his eyes and looked at me directly. "Uh, hello," he said. "Please forgive my bad manners. I decided to take my Human Behavior class for a walk and here you are." Somewhat surprised by his comment I took a little time to look him over more closely. It was true that he seemed to be somewhat older than the others. He was also dressed in a sports coat with his tie pulled down loosely around his neck, while the others in the group were dressed much more casually in shorts and hoodies. "Human Behavior class?" I prodded. "Yes. I'm an Assistant Professor at State College. I only teach part-time. I've got a Psychology practice over on Elm Street near the college." I smiled and mimicked his original comment, "and here I am." He had the decency to lower his eyes and even blush a little mumbling, "I guess that wasn't too tactful, was it?" "Do you often say whatever comes into your mind or do you occasionally think about what to say first?" I wondered out loud. His eyes had wandered down to study my exposed nipples again. I was enjoying watching his efforts to carry on an intelligent conversation with me, while struggling with his desire to get a better look at my nipples. This is one of the reasons that I expose myself as I do. It was liberating, knowing that just a tantalizing look at my nipples could take a sophisticated man and tie him into knots. Suddenly he shook his head as if to clear it, looking up at me with an endearing smile, "Perhaps we should start again. Hello, my name's Stan. What's your name?" "My name's Lacy," I replied. "It's nice to meet you, Lacy. I've got to tell you that I think that your outfit is stunning. I especially like the blouse," he said as his eyes wandered back down to my nipples, which seem to have hardened even more from all of the attention. "I was wondering... hello, Stan? Stan are you there?" I asked. It seemed like he was having trouble focusing on our conversation. "I was wondering if you could tell me where the Crystal Cup coffee shop is?" "Oh, I'm sorry Lacy. Your uh, your blouse is so sheer," Stan managed to stammer out. "I noticed that when I put it on. You don't think that it's too sheer do you?" "No! No!" he mumbled. "It's just fine, it's..." "It's what Stan? What's wrong with my blouse?" I asked, thoroughly enjoying his discomfort. "Lacy there isn't anything wrong with your blouse. I like your blouse. It's, well it's your nipples to put a point on it." he said. Despite the coolness of the day and a pleasant breeze, Stan's brow had begun to sweat. "My nipples?" I exclaimed. "What's wrong with my nipples?" I said in mock horror. "You're probably not aware of this, but I can see them. All of the guys are looking at your nipples. Shit, everyone on the street can see your nipples." he exclaimed. "Of course, I know. Do I look that dumb to you?" I asked. "No, I don't think you're stupid. Your nipples are outstanding. I've heard of nipples like yours, but I've never seen any. I think that they call them puffy nipples. They're stunning." "I'm glad that we were able to have this little conversation, but Stan, the reason I stopped was to ask if any of you knew where the Crystal Cup coffee shop is located?" As Stan gave me directions to the coffee shop, I noticed another man watching us intently. He had an unsavory look to him. When I go out like this, I occasionally see someone that gives me the creeps. Most men look at me in a good way, like they would want to possess me, to make love to me. But they do not look like they wish to do me harm. Every so often, I see someone watching me with what I would call malevolence. Make no mistake, it is clear that they want to possess me too, but not to make love to me. This guy gave me the creeps and I couldn't avoid a shiver as I turned to follow Stan's directions. I was almost to the coffee shop, when a rather rambunctious family forced me over to the edge of the sidewalk near the street. It was then that I heard the whoosh of a van pulling up to the edge of the curb. Turning to see what was going on I felt a moist cloth pressed over my mouth and nose while rough hands clamped down on my arms as I was yanked into the van. The hand covering my mouth prevented me from screaming and the rag smelled funny. The rag must have been soaked in something to knock me out, but I hazily remember seeing the malevolent-looking man. This time there was a smile on his face and then everything went black. My eyes fluttered open, then shut again. My thoughts were all muddled as if I did not want to remember what had happened. A few moments later I gathered my strength and blinked my eyes again, finally forcing them to remain open. I was in some sort of room lying on my back. As things in the room came into focus I could see that it seemed to be some sort of bedroom. There was a chair, a dressing table, and a chest of drawers. The walls were a light color. Not cream, more like a tan. Suddenly I jolted wide awake and remembered what had happened on the street. Completely awake now, I realized that my arms were held behind my back because my wrists were fastened together. I assumed they were held together by the same sort of cuffs that I could see had been used on my ankles. There were padded leather cuffs were around both ankles and the cuffs were secured to each other with some sort of clip or fastener. My shoes were gone and I was barefoot. My breath came in short, choppy gasps as I began to panic, but struggling did nothing to loosen my bonds. Now I was terrified and began to scream incoherently. I must have made quite a bit of noise, because a short time later a woman entered the room. "I see that you finally woke up," she said. "Who are you? Where am I? Let me go." I fired off in rapid succession. Shaking her head, she smiled as if we were good friends and said, "Honey that's just not going to happen. You're our guest for the weekend. If you're a good girl and do what you are told, we'll let you go sometime Sunday evening, near where we found you." "Good girl? I don't understand. What do you want from me? Why am I here? What are you going to do to me?" I stammered. This didn't make any sense to me. Oh, God! I thought. I'm probably going to die. Once again I got the soothing smile. "Sweetheart you may as well relax. You aren't the first young woman to spend the weekend with us nor will you be the last. Most end up enjoying themselves and some have even returned for another visit. Every weekend we put on a show for some very discerning clients and this weekend you have been selected to be the headliner." The woman came and sat down on the bed beside me and began to answer my questions. "Every week we host a live stream on the internet. Our audience pays a lot of money to watch what happens to our unwilling guests. At the same time, we take video from several cameras. The best shots from each camera will be edited together into a video, that we offer for sale on our website. It is amazing how many men and some women enjoy watching an unwilling subject." My first thought burst from my lips. "You're going to sell me into sexual slavery aren't you? You abduct young women who just disappear. I've read all about it. You can't do this to me." She began to chuckle at my outburst. "I must say that you have an active imagination. You are wrong, of course, but, at the same time you are surprisingly accurate." I was even more frightened and confused than before but I felt like I was beginning to get the picture. I was going to be the unwilling subject and my mind was running wild as I considered the possibilities. I'm not sure that I wanted to know the answer, but I had to ask. Getting myself a little more under control I mumbled, "What's that supposed to mean?" Once again I got that friendly smile, "Are you sure that you want to know?" she asked. Tearfully, I nodded my head. "Yes! I want to know!" I exclaimed. "We have three days and you will have a busy schedule. For instance, we have your time blocked off so that those in our audience who enjoy bondage and whipping, will know what time to sign in. There is cock sucking, golden showers, anal sex, double and even triple penetrations, gangbangs. I hardly know where to start. I mean the list is almost endless." I'm no virgin, but I had never even had sex with more than one man at a time, much less done the things she was talking about. I began to shake again, as the gravity of my situation was laid out in front of me. I'm not naïve, so I had some idea of the kinds of things she was talking about. I lay there shaking uncontrollably in fright. It was clear that I was not only going to be raped by strangers all weekend, but everything was being to be streamed live and recorded to be sold to even more strangers. "Nooo. You can't do this to me." I moaned. "Honey I know that it's frightening, but I assure you that by the time the weekend is over you will feel differently. It's quite a thrill to be used by so many different men and to know that you gave them satisfaction. Isn't it similar to the reasons that you go about dressed as you are? Only this time the men that you tease, won't have to settle for dreams." "Even if you don't enjoy yourself at some point, I can assure you that it is going to happen. The more that you protest, the more our audience will enjoy the live stream and the more they will pay for the video. It's up to you, but by the end of this weekend, you will have been thoroughly used for almost every kind of sex that you can imagine. Hundreds, if not thousands of men will have seen you used and abused on the live stream. Thousands of other men will enjoy you on the video." Reaching over she unsnapped the clip holding my ankles together. "Come on now. It's time to get started. Your bondage session is due to start. We do that first so that our guests will learn the importance of obedience. Being restrained and then whipped tends to make our guests more pliable." she said. "Nooooo.. " I moaned as I struggled to pull away from the woman. How could this be happening? It must be some sort of deranged dream. If so, I hoped that I would wake up soon. As I continued to resist the woman grabbed hold of my wrist and lifted pulling my arms upward and almost dislocating my shoulders. "Stop it!" she commanded. "You can act up all you want when the cameras are on. Our audience will love it but when you are with me you will comply immediately. Do you understand?" she said, as she wrenched my arms upward once again to accentuate her point. "Yes," I stammered. "You will address me as Mistress this weekend. Should you be required to speak to any man, you will refer to him as Master. Now! What did you say? Be sure to speak up girl. Your responses will be recorded and our audience needs to hear the desperation in your voice." "Yes, Mistress." I managed to spit out as I was half-dragged from the room. We walked down the hall toward another door. When Mistress opened the door, I was surprised by how bright it was inside this new room. While she turned to close the door, I had a chance to look around. In the center of the room there was a slightly raised circular stage. I couldn't tell for sure but it appeared to be rotating. A man dressed in a suit and tie stood on the stage. He seemed to be wearing a lapel microphone, which was confirmed when he spoke to Mistress saying, "Bring her up here please." When he turned and smiled I recognized him immediately. It was the man with the malevolent smile. I immediately labeled him the "Announcer". There were several lights and cameras placed all around the stage. On the walls, there were big-screen televisions that seemed to be linked to the cameras. All of the cameras appeared to be focused on the center of the stage. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I realized that there was a single row of seats that circled the stage. Each chair was occupied by a man and I noted that there was a number painted on the floor in front of each seat. Mistress was pulling me up a small aisle toward the stage. I noted that a large numeral one, was painted on the floor in front of the chair to the right of the aisle. Thirty was painted in front of the chair on the other side of the aisle. My mind struggled to process the knowledge, that thirty strangers were about to watch whatever was going to happen tonight. Gesturing in my direction the Announcer said, "Well here is our guest for the weekend. Isn't she lovely? We found her walking in the shopping district of a town, many miles from here. She was dressed just as you see her. Her tits were on display for all to see. Her goal was to tease men and make them desire her, while she fed off of their frustration." "In just a few minutes, she's going to show you what all of those men wanted to see. Gentlemen I present to you, Lacy. Our guest is twenty-two and single. Our purpose here tonight, is to teach Lacy the importance of immediate and unquestioning obedience." "Mistress, you may remove the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. That will make it easier for her to remove her clothes for us. Lacy isn't going anywhere are you Lacy?" I refused to answer him as Mistress got busy removing the cuffs. When I was finally released from my restraints, I turned to look at the room more closely. My original assessment had been pretty accurate, so I turned my attention on the man I had labeled "the Announcer." "Okay Lacy, it's time to get started. We all want to get a better look at those tits you've been teasing everyone with. I want you to remove your blouse for us, so that we can get a better look." Although I had been expecting something like this, I was still stunned and outraged. "How dare you? Just who the hell do you think you are? I'm done with this. You need to release me immediately." Quick as a snake, his hand reached out. I felt a sudden intense pain as his thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple. I bent forward trying to pull away from him, but the pain just got worse. I gasped, my breath coming in short bursts. I was unable to dislodge my nipple from his grasp. Just as I felt that I would faint from the pain, he released his grip. "I believe that Mistress had a discussion with you about tonight. Didn't she warn you that this evening's festivities were about teaching you obedience? You've just had your first lesson. I hope that you've learned something, so let's try again. I want you to take off your blouse." This time my response was different. I quickly raised my hands to my neck and began to unbutton my blouse. I had no interest in a repeat performance, like the one that had just happened. My mind was still trying to think of a way out of this situation, as I slowly undid button after button. When the final button was undone I pulled the blouse from the waist of my slacks. I hesitated for just a moment and then I pulled it wide open letting the blouse slide off my shoulders. The exhibitionist living within me shivered just a little as I stood there, blouse on the floor and my nipples protruding from the black bra. "As erotic as that black bra is I must ask you to remove it for us Lacy", The Announcer said. Each time that I acquiesced to the Announcer's demands made it easier to obey the next one. Without question I reached behind my back and unsnapped the bra. I slipped it off my shoulders and dropped it to join the blouse on the floor. Now, with my breasts completely exposed, I had a feeling like none that I had ever experienced during my previous excursions into exhibitionism. Tonight, hundreds, maybe thousands of strangers, men and women were looking at my exposed breasts. As I stood there, my embarrassment mixed with excitement. The Announcer turned to the audience. "Well, what do you think? Aren't those just the most magnificent tits that you have ever seen? Just look at those nipples. Nipples like that should be pierced, don't you agree?" With that, the audience broke out in applause and I broke out in a sweat. Would they do that? The Announcer continued. "Lacy we like to leave all of our guests with something to remind them of the time that they have spent with us. Just think of it. Those nipples of yours would look even better with some jewelry." Was he mad, I wondered. Probably! I wasn't getting my nipples pierced, I thought as he spoke again. "Lacy it's time to get rid of those slacks. We need to see what you've been hiding, nestled there between your legs." Even though I may have understood my situation intellectually, I'm pretty sure that the rest of my mind had yet to catch up. Because once again, I hesitated and that hand lashed out again. This time he slapped the side of my breast sharply enough to cause me to jump backward in shock. I looked down in time to see a red handprint begin to form on the side of my breast. Without any additional encouragement, I unfastened my slacks and allowed them to slip down my thighs. Just like that, I stood in the presence of thirty strangers wearing just my skimpy hip hugger panties. I had been so happy this morning when I had slipped on my lovely panties. Classy underwear was one of my few extravagancies, but now I wished for a plain cotton pair of panties. I felt my face redden to match the handprint on my breast, as the stage slowly turned, giving everyone in the room a good look at my mostly naked body. Embarrassed as I was, I had to look at the televisions. Some showed me from head to toe, a couple had been zoomed in and focused onto my breasts and I noticed that one or two were showing a closeup of my lightly covered crotch. I have no idea why I felt pleased knowing that I had shaved my pussy just that morning. As the Announcer approached me he spoke to the audience. "It is customary for the guest to be expected to remove their panties, but I am going to make an exception today. Today I am going to do the honors." I couldn't help the shudder that went through my body as he approached and knelt in front of me. I wanted to run away, to escape in some way, but it was not possible. This was going to happen whether I liked it or not. Had it been some other stranger my feelings may have been different, but I would always remember the look that the Announcer had given me there on the street. I felt his hands rest on my hips just above the flimsy cloth of my panties. Then he hooked the elastic waistband and slowly began to pull them down over my hips. Looking at one of the monitors, I saw that at least one camera was zoomed in on my pussy. The moment my pussy came into view the audience let out a sigh. Now I could feel the Announcer's warm breath, as he leaned forward to pull my panties down to my ankles. He hesitated there and finally, I raised each foot allowing him to finish the job. "Spread your legs Lacy, so that we can all get a good view of your womanhood. That's what we're all here for." he said. When I hesitated he said, "You know what's going to happen if you continue to try me. You should know that I would like nothing better than to spend some quality time with you, but I'm not sure that you want me to go there. Which will it be Lacy? Will you willingly comply or must I make you?" The undisguised threat was enough to motivate me and I slowly spread my legs about six inches apart. "Wider!" he demanded. I was thoroughly embarrassed and acutely aware of the man kneeling in front of me just inches from my pussy, but the threat was sufficient to overcome my reticence. I moved my legs about eighteen inches apart. Then I watched with great misgivings, as the Announcer moved forward and planted a kiss on my pussy lips. The contact of his lips on my bare skin caused shock waves to rampage up and down my spine. My nipples betrayed me and immediately began to harden. As my heart began to pound, the blood flow to my sensitive parts began to increase, causing my pussy lips to swell slightly. I fervently hoped that no one had caught these betrayals. When his tongue slid between my pussy lips, a jolt caused me to jump yet again. His warm moist tongue felt divine, as it moved up and down my crack, until his lips finally settled on my clit. I felt his tongue flitting across my clit, driving me higher by the moment until I was forced to let out a low moan. Seemingly satisfied he rose to his feet. His lips were moist with my juice as he smiled at me. "Excellent!" he exclaimed. "But we must get on to other matters." I watched carefully as he moved over to a small cart that I had not noticed before. He rummaged around in it for a few moments, selecting one thing and then another, until he seemed to finally make a decision. The blood drained from my face and I almost fainted but managed to catch myself as he lifted the item from the cart. I took a step back and the Announcer barked, "Stay!" I stopped where I was and simply stared at the whip that he now carried toward me. I was unable to imagine how it might feel to be to have those strips of rawhide landing on my tender flesh. There were nine or ten strips of leather or rawhide, similar in diameter to a shoelace and about eighteen inches long. They were held together at one end by a round six-inch-long handle. He swung the whip through the air, letting the strips of leather hit the upraised palm of his left hand. They made a resounding splat as they struck his palm. I quivered in abject fear as he approached. "You are right to be afraid Lacy. I'm going to use this on you. I'm going to use it on those fascinating nipples of yours and that lovely pussy. Now, this can go down two ways. You can either stand there unbound and take the punishment or I can tie you down. However, I must warn you that if you do not obey my commands and try to cover up I will strap you down anyway. Then the punishment will be much worse." "So you see, I'm offering you some margin of control. If you agree to follow my commands and wish to stay unbound, then you must raise your hands and lock your fingers behind your head. If you keep your hands there and do not interfere while I administer your punishment, then I promise that it will go easier on you. If I am forced to have you restrained, then your punishment will last longer." "What's your decision?" I stood there for a few moments contemplating my situation. I didn't like either option that the Announcer had offered me. I was just short of collapsing in abject terror, but I refused to give in. After a lengthy pause, I slowly raised my arms and locked my fingers behind my head as I had been ordered, accepting what seemed to be the lesser punishment. "Excellent!" the Announcer said. "Now hold your head back, thrust your breasts forward and prepare yourself. The first few blows will hurt the most because you don't know what to expect. After that, they will become more bearable." Despite my quaking body, I stood there holding eye contact with the Announcer as I thrust my breasts forward. I was made of stern stuff and I was out to prove that I could take whatever he chose to dish out. At least I hoped so. I almost lost it as the first blow landed viciously on the nipple of my left tit. That blow was followed almost immediately by a similar strike to my right nipple. I had never felt such pain before. In my entire life, no one had ever raised a hand to me or caused me to experience pain of any kind. I tasted blood as I bit my lip in anticipation of the next blows. The Announcer whipped my tits from every angle you can imagine. He always seemed to pay special attention to my nipples. Finally, he stopped and smiled at me. "I'm impressed," he said. "You must be feeling proud of yourself." In a way I guess I was proud of myself. I had taken the blows that had rained down on my tits and nipples without whimpering. What scared me was that the whipping seemed to increase the intensity of the situation and had made me more excited than fearful. I took a moment to look down at my burning breasts, sure that they would be covered with bruises and abrasions, but they weren't. My breasts and especially my nipples were an angry red color but, other than that there wasn't a mark on me. How could he do that, I wondered. When he said "Let's see how you handle this. Spread your legs." I looked up suddenly. Immediately fear coursed through my whole body yet again. Not my pussy! He couldn't be planning to use that whip on my pussy, could he? But I knew that he was planning to do exactly that. I stood there in shock. I had just endured having my breasts whipped mercilessly and now he was going to whip my pussy. It's funny. This was about the time that I realized, that a perverse part of me had enjoyed having my tits abused like this. Hadn't I just told myself that I could take whatever he could dish out? It was then I knew that I was going to prove to myself that I could take it and I spread my legs. Once again I defiantly looked him in the eyes as he swung the whip. An explosion of pain coursed through my sensitive pussy lips and radiated throughout my body. My thighs began to quiver, yet I stood my ground. Tears ran down my face as additional blows landed between my legs. I lost count after the first ten strikes, but I don't think that it went on for much longer. When he finally stopped, I managed to look at one of the monitors that had been showing a closeup of my pussy lips as they were abused. They were swollen and beet red but, to my astonishment, there wasn't any blood or broken skin. Even with my vision blurred from the tears, I could see the moisture glistening between my pussy lips. Once again my body was betraying me. I was amazed to realize that I was stimulated by the erotic beating. As the Announcer moved towards me, I still stood in the middle of the stage with my fingers locked behind my head. I had bent but I hadn't broken. The Announcer caressed my reddened tits and then fingered my swollen pussy. "Do you think that you've learned your lesson, Lacy? Will you follow my commands for the rest of the weekend without hesitation?" Staring him straight in the eyes with the most defiant look I could muster, I nodded my head. I could get through this and when it was all done, I would be stronger for having endured. "On your knees!" The order took me by surprise, but not for long. Still keeping my hands behind my head I slowly lowered myself to my knees and found myself staring at his crotch. "Take my cock out and suck it." On autopilot now, I removed my hands from behind my head and fumbled with his zipper. After a few moments, I managed to get his zipper down. I reached inside his pants and searched for the opening to his underwear. At last, I found what I needed and drew his cock out into the open. All thought of resistance gone now, I parted my lips and took his cock into my mouth. I wasn't an expert at this, but I think that most women know the process instinctively. I began to methodically slide his cock in and out of my mouth, running my lips along the shaft. It wasn't an especially large cock, but it was enough to fill my mouth. It wasn't long before his hands came around behind my head and he began to fuck my mouth in earnest. I thought that he was going to cum in my mouth, another first for me, but he stopped before I could finish the job. "Stand up!" he commanded. When I did so he told me to "Turn around and bend over. Now, I'm going to use your pussy." As soon as I was bent over I felt his cock probing between the lips of my pussy. There was an abundance of my lubricant down there so he had no problem sliding his cock into me to the hilt. He held my hips with his hands and began to slam into me with a vengeance. I had never been fucked this violently before, but I soon found myself responding to his thrusts. Pushing my ass back against his groin, I was meeting his thrusts with my own. I had been so aroused by the beating administered to my tits and pussy, that it only took moments for me to reach a peak, resulting in the most explosive climax I have ever experienced. Immediately after that, I felt his cock pumping cum into my pussy. I was so aroused that all thoughts of pregnancy were dismissed. I wanted that cum in me. I had been reduced to a completely sexual animal. When his flaccid cock slipped out of my pussy I stood up, but quickly bent down again placing my hands on my knees. I was so weak, it was all I could do to remain upright. When he finally caught his breath the Announcer said, "That concludes our performance for this evening. We hope that you have enjoyed yourselves. I certainly have. Don't forget to tell the clerk at the door, if you would like to purchase a video copy of tonight's performance. Goodnight. " Lacy Ch. 02: Gangbang Facial And Deep Lacy services 30 strangers and gets facial bukkake. 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?" "There's no problem," I said, as I fumbled for Leroy's stiff cock. I looked up again as my hand grasped his cock and began to pull it out of his pants. Looking over to the Announcer, Leroy said, "There's no problem. Lacy and I are old high school friends." "How lucky for you Lacy," the Announcer replied. "It must be nice to be able to reunite with an old high school friend like this. Be sure to do a good job." I felt a rush of embarrassment turning my face crimson as I struggled with Leroy's cock. I finally got his cock out of his pants as the Announcer turned away. Just as I got Leroy's cock into my mouth the Announcer turned back and said, "Lacy I just gave you an instruction. Have you forgotten something?" I pulled back, allowing Leroy's cock to fall from between my lips so that I could look at the Announcer. Then I remembered what Mistress had said about how I should respond to any of the men that spoke to me. I quickly said, "Yes Master". Thankfully that was what the Announcer had wanted. Just as I took Leroy's cock back into my mouth I glanced up to see an even larger smirk on Leroy's face than before. That was the last thing that I saw as the head of his cock passed between my parted lips. I felt his hands on the back of my head pulling me forward slowly sliding his larger-than-average dick deeper into my mouth. I knew what was coming as he continued to force his cock into my mouth until I finally had to swallow and the rest of his cock slid down my throat. He held my face pressed against his groin until I thought that I would pass out. It seemed like minutes before he finally released the pressure and let his cock slide out of my throat. Tears came to my eyes as I gasped for breath and then he shoved his whole shaft down my throat again. He continued fucking my face until I finally felt him stiffen. I relaxed expecting him to remove his cock and cum on my face like the others but instead, he held his cock in place and pumped his cum down my throat. When he was finished he slowly removed his softening cock. As it slipped between my lips he leaned down and looked me in the eyes and said, "Thanks Lacy, that was better than any date." Unfortunately, the Announcer heard this exchange. When I said nothing he prodded me. "We're waiting for your response Lacy." I knew what he wanted and I knew that Leroy was paying me back. It was one of the hardest things that I ever had to do when I looked up at Leroy and said, "You're welcome Master." As he zipped up his pants he turned to the Announcer and told him to be sure to put his name at the top of the list for a copy of the video and stepped back. His replacement stepped forward and I unzipped yet another pair of pants and reached in for a new cock. Finally, I thought, it's all done. I looked at one of the televisions to see what I looked like. I marveled at my image as I knelt there. My face was a mass of white sticky cum. One eye was completely covered. A string of cum hung from my nose and another one hung from one of my nipples. My breasts were splattered and more cum had dripped down onto my thighs. The Announcer stepped up and began to take photos of my cum covered face and body from every possible angle. When he instructed me to pose in a certain way I complied. When he was satisfied he put the camera down and stepped in front of me. I knew what was expected so, without being told, I unzipped his fly and took out his rigid cock. I leaned forward and licked the head of his shaft, stunned to find out that I enjoyed the taste of the precum that had gathered there. Parting my lips, I slid my mouth down the length of his shaft a few times. I wasn't surprised when he placed his hands on my head and held it in place as he began to shove even more of his shaft into my mouth. His cock was larger than most of the others so when his cock hit the back of my mouth I expected him to stop but he didn't. Now I began to struggle as the pressure continued to build. He kept pulling my head down onto his cock and moving my head around. Finally, he found what he wanted and I gagged as, with one mighty shove, his cock was forced down my throat. I continued to struggle as he held me in place. When he relented and pulled his shaft back I gasped for air only to feel his cock being driven down my throat yet again. After a while, I began to sense a rhythm and things got better as he fucked my face. I had heard of "deep throat" or face fucking before but I never imagined that it was something that I would do and tonight I had done it twice. I sensed what was coming just before he stuffed his shaft down my throat as far as possible and held it there, unloading his cum down my throat and directly into my stomach. When he pulled his cock out of my mouth I sagged back on my knees completely exhausted. The Announcer turned away from me and addressed the crowd. "Gentlemen this concludes our show. A few tickets remain for tonight's show if you are interested. You can also sign up to receive a copy of the video of this performance when it is complete. Tonight's show will also be an audience participation event so make sure that you are capable of a repeat performance if you decide to attend." While the Announcer had been talking Mistress had come forward and helped me to my feet. As she led me from the stage I was surprised when one of the men began to clap his hands. Soon all of the men had stood to join him, clapping as I was led from the stage. I was probably more surprised than they were when I raised my hand in a wave of acknowledgment and smiled. Maybe it was defiance or, maybe it wasn't.