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What We Did To You
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)

***

A young woman goes for a run but is interrupted. (M+/F, 
nc, rp, mast, oral, voy, huml, bukk, v)

***

It was supposed to be just a simple, early morning run. 
But instead, we got you first.

When you came to, you couldn't tell where you were. The 
room was dark. Lit -- bright floodlights illuminated you 
and stabbed your eyes--but dark. Black walls, black 
floor. You couldn't tell how big it was or what else was 
around, but you could sense you weren't alone. You 
called out, but we didn't answer.

You were afraid. You weren't just in a strange empty 
room, you were nude, on your knees. You couldn't move 
your feet; they felt wedged apart. Your hands were bound 
behind you and, feeling around, you could run your 
fingers over the cold metal bar strapped to your ankles, 
forcing them apart. There was something else down there, 
too, some sort of rubbery rod, but you couldn't tell 
what it was. You were still trying to figure it out when 
you saw the first of us shuffle into the edge of the 
light.

Four of us, standing just a few feet away. We were nude, 
like you, and you felt revulsion when you noticed us 
stroking our cocks. We looked at you: your long brown 
hair brushed back over your shoulders, your tight tanned 
body, firm A-cup tits standing high, your long legs, 
your pubic mound waxed clean. Four of us watching you, 
taking you in, and you could vaguely sense more behind 
us.

We didn't talk to you. As one we stepped forward, 
surrounding you in a semi-circle, stroking ourselves. 
You tried to talk us out of it but saw no pity in our 
eyes and soon gave up, giving way to tears instead. If 
you looked away one of us would slap you or pull your 
hair. There was no escaping this. 

You learned quick to keep your gaze level, to stare at 
our dicks. The room had had no scent before but now you 
could smell the sweat of our bodies, the pheromones in 
the air. The rasp of our breathing was all you could 
hear. You saw pre-cum glistening at our tips and 
wondered just how long this was going to last. You were 
scared. You wanted to go home.

One of us said, "Hey, bitch," and you turned left 
towards him a split-second before realizing it was a 
mistake. You turned just in time to see that first arc 
of jism shoot forward. It splashed across your brow and 
dripped down your nose. 

You recoiled and made a shocked noise, but you were 
bound too tight to get away; all you were doing was 
leaning back, presenting your tits for the rest of his 
wad. You were gagging at the ropes of cum on your chest 
when one of us slapped you again. "Sit up straight," you 
were told. "No trying to get away. Take it. Take it 
all."

So you sat on your knees, as tall as you could, while 
the second of us pushed forward and came on your face. 
The warm semen landed on your right cheek, in your ear, 
on your neck. Like the streak on your brow you could 
feel it rapidly cooling as it dripped lower. 

The other two men came in rapid succession, pressed in 
close to your face, their cum splashing on your brow, in 
your eyes, on your nose. There was so much that it 
quickly dripped down onto your lips. As if by reflex you 
licked it away to keep your mouth clear. Your eyes 
stung. You couldn't see them step back, but you could 
hear it, and four more men took their place.

Someone quickly wiped your eyes with a wet washcloth; 
they still stung but you could open them enough to see 
through gummy lashes. We wanted you to see us. We didn't 
want you to get out of this by being blinded. You were 
crying; that was good. Tears would help clear your eyes, 
let you see this better.

Four new men stood before you, jerking off, and you 
couldn't tell how many of us there were but you didn't 
think these would be the last. All different types of 
men: some younger men, your age; some older like your 
father. White, black, Latino, Asians. Some pudgy, some 
toned. Dicks of all shapes and sizes, too.

The man directly in front of you was black, the first 
nude black man you'd ever seen in the flesh. His cock 
wasn't the longest you'd ever seen or fucked but it 
/was/ the thickest, and you became even more scared at 
the thought that he might to try to put it in you. Your 
pussy couldn't take that. If you put it in your mouth 
you'd choke.

The white guy on your left—now, his dick was long, but 
skinny. You could probably take all of him but you 
doubted it would feel all that great…

You realized that you were looking at these penises 
almost appreciatively, ranking them, and felt shame deep 
in your heart. But what else could you do? They were 
literally pressed up in your face, all you could see or 
think about. Every breath you took you smelled the sharp 
chlorine scent of semen, and you knew it was only going 
to get stronger.

Your nipples were hard. You told yourself it was just 
the brisk air.

With nothing else to do your hands explored the rubbery 
rod between your feet and with mounting dismay you came 
to realize it was a vibrator--long soft silicone, a 
hooked end, and a dial at the base. You turned it on low 
and when it began buzzing you quickly shut it off. Did 
we expect you to use that on yourself, is that what we 
wanted? It must be why we had left it there for you. But 
there was no way you were going to sink so low….

Long-dick rubbed his glans across your cheek, grabbed 
your hair, and began to grunt. Hot jism pooled out onto 
your cheek, a thick sticky mess of it, not the ropy 
strands of some of the younger men. The pool instantly 
began sinking under its own weight, dripping down, 
clinging to your jaw. Droplets splashed down on your 
shoulder and collarbone. Another man began to cum and 
got it square on your nose. The smell saturated your 
nostrils. The white goo clung to your nose and upper lip 
and you again licked it away. It was salty but vaguely 
sweet.

The next shot, from the guy on your right, was high up 
on your brow and temple, and for all your shame and 
terror there was a moment where you were just angry at 
him--do you know how hard it is to wash dried spunk out 
of hair, you wanted to yell. 

But of course you didn't. Instead you just let it 
congeal in hair you'd just shampooed that morning. You 
looked up at the black man, the only one of these four 
who wasn't spent yet. You tried giving him puppy dog 
eyes, a pitiful look, hoping he'd take it easy on you; 
but he wasn't even looking. His eyes were closed as he 
jerked off. 

So instead you bit your lip and turned your head and 
when he came it was the largest load you'd seen since 
giving hand jobs in high school—it gushed out of him, it 
slapped your cheek with almost physical force, and when 
he was done there was a river of cum down your right 
cheek, thick ropes hanging from your face to pool on the 
curve of your breast.

With shame, you recognized the warmth in your loins, the 
slowly spreading dampness there. You hoped we wouldn't 
see.

Four men stepped up. Looking past them into the gloom, 
you thought maybe you were halfway through. You were 
breathing through your mouth so you wouldn't smell our 
cum on you, or accidentally sniff any up your nose. Your 
mouth was dry. It looked more like you were panting out 
of lust. Maybe that was truer than you wanted to admit. 

You looked up at these four men and spoke to them. "Cum 
on me," you said, voice soft but clear, repeatedly. You 
just wanted us to be done with you, but it didn't sound 
too much different than an eager young woman giving in 
to her desires. 

Certainly the encouragement helped; within five minutes, 
all four of these men had shot their loads onto your 
face, into your hair, on your neck. Your eyes were wiped 
clear again but it was futile, the semen on your brow 
dripping lower and blinding you again. You couldn't see 
the last four men and instead just turned your face 
towards them.

"Cum on me," you said. "Hurry up."

You were a sight to behold: streaks of goo in your hair. 
Thick wads of it across your brow, eyes, nose. Rivulets 
of spunk dripping from your jaw and chin. It spotted 
your arms and shoulders and thighs. A thick pool of it 
gathered below your chin, between your collarbones, and 
you could feel it rolling down between your tits, over 
your abs, collecting in your navel. 

By the time this was over it no doubt would have spilled 
lower, down your treasure trail towards your pussy. It 
worried you. You weren't sure—if it got on your pussy, 
could the sperm swim inside? Did a man have to cum in 
you to make you pregnant, or did he just have to get it 
on your twat and let nature find a way? You thought 
maybe it could. It terrified you.

A dozen men's spunk on you. And it wasn't over yet.

You were panting; our cum kept getting into your mouth, 
and god help you you were starting to want more. You 
were being covered in cum against your will but those 
little drips and drabs you kept swallowing just awoke a 
thirst in you. You wanted to feel a cock in your mouth 
as it burst and fired hot sticky cum down your throat. 
You didn't want us to waste it on your skin.

You couldn't deny it any more -- your pussy was wet. You 
had a dozen strangers' stink all over you and you were 
horrified and repulsed but your body… your body was 
begging to be fucked and filled and abused.

You were thinking so much about that need in your cunt 
you'd almost forgotten we were there, until you heard 
one of us grunting, felt the warm splash of it across 
your throat. Too late you opened your mouth, but he was 
already spent. More came in from your left, hitting your 
cheek, and you turned towards it. 

You were rewarded with the final few globs landing on 
your tongue and you swallowed them quickly. But now that 
we realized that's what you wanted, we weren't going to 
give it to you. We held your head with one hand and 
directed our cum everywhere /except/ your mouth--
covering your face in jism but giving you precious 
little you could lick up.

This group of four finished, and when the next men came 
up you knew it was the first four you had serviced, back 
for more. You could tell from the sounds of their 
breathing, the things they murmured under their breath 
to you. Familiar voices calling you a slut, a whore, a 
cunt. 

You felt the cooling goo across your face and chest, the 
warmth of the dampness in your pussy, and you knew that 
it was true. You were those things. You mewled in 
disappointment when we came on you without letting you 
taste it. Your hips had started slowly bucking, 
inviting, and you hadn't even noticed. 

The bald lips of your waxed twat had spread open and 
drops of your arousal were spattering beneath you on the 
black wooden floor. You little slut. Twenty minutes ago 
you were terrified, and now you were all but begging us 
to ram our cocks down your throat. If we were to start 
fucking you, you wouldn't even protest. You'd thank us.

Everyone came back around and had a second chance to 
splatter you with seed. Your face was caked with 
congealing semen. Your hair encrusted. It ran down your 
shoulders, your tits, down your stomach. It caked your 
thighs, nestled in pools between your knees. They 
stepped away from you; they were done. 

I came forward. I had been watching this whole time, 
stroking, building up my load. I knew you but you didn't 
know me, even if you could see me. I stepped up to you 
and put my hard fat cock on your face, laid it in your 
mess. You lifted your face up to me in supplication and 
moaned, mouth hanging open wide. I scraped cum into your 
mouth with my prick, then stuffed it into your warm 
mouth and your lips closed tight around me. You began to 
suck my cock. I heard the vibrator snap on.

You couldn't actually get it into your cunt, the angle 
was all wrong with your shackled hands. But you could 
use the g-spot curve at the end of the wand to play with 
your clit, and I looked down upon you and watch you 
grind your hips against that thing while you sucked me. 
I stood still and let you do all the work, so no one 
would have any doubt that you were doing this, you 
wanted this. 

You were moaning every time you thrust your mouth 
forward, taking more and more of my cock with each go. 
You were greedy for it. Your cunt-slime spattered down 
onto the floor.

I didn't want it to end. It took all I had to hold on 
and not cum right away, but you were wearing down my 
resistance. It's clear you were no stranger to sucking 
cock. So when you started to cum I gave in. Your moans 
became sharp, loud cries, and your body bucked--I could 
see the muscles ripple in your abs. The vibrator whined 
as you turned it up and pressed it against your clit. 

I grabbed the back of your head (just about the only 
place not covered in jizz) and began to fuck your mouth 
in earnest while you climaxed. Your eyes bugged open, 
teary, but the lashes were stuck together. You struggled 
to breathe while I fucked your mouth, sticking the tip 
of my cock in your throat. I let go of your hair and you 
pulled away, taking deep, ragged, whooping breaths. 

I stuck my cock back in your open mouth and came, a 
flood of semen. It went down the wrong pipe and you 
choked on it, tipped your head forward, some of my cum 
dripping from your lips and down your chin with your 
spit. But you recovered. I watched your throat work as 
you swallowed what was left. You wanted more, but we 
were done with you, for the time.

We dragged you to another room and left you in a shower, 
hot water raining down on you, your hands unbound. You 
didn't know it but we watched you clean off, scrubbing 
at yourself until long after the water had gone cold. We 
watched you hesitate before using the showerhead to 
masturbate again, leaning back against the shower wall. 
You dried off and dressed in the clothes we'd left 
behind -- although your panties and bra were gone, mine 
now -- and you went home.

We left you with the shame of knowing what you became, 
when no one could see. The cock-hungry slut that lives 
deep in the heart of you. That aching in your cunt when 
you remembered what we did... what... you... did.

We left you afraid of yourself and your desire and your 
lack of will. And when you go to bed you'll try to 
ignore the dampness on your thighs, and you'll tell 
yourself it's all over, and nothing bad can ever happen 
to you again.

Soon, we'll show you how wrong you are.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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