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Collected by Djian
updated feb 6 - 2010
Another story by darkavenger | Grace's Hard Lesson |
Grace's Very Hard Lessons
by darkavenger
Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com
(M+/F, nc, oral, humiliation, exhib, blackmail, coercion)
Based on the unfinished story Janet's Hard Lessons by James Dawson,
this is a tale containing themes of non-consensual sex where
attractive women, innocent or otherwise, are forced into circumstances
where they are taken advantage of by men. If you are underaged or find
such themes offensive, go no further. Please send comments to
darkavengernospam@tokyo.com (delete nospam from the address).
A sequel to Grace's Hard Lessons.
The story so far:
With Grace’s reluctant submission to Nakamori, Royston moves forward with her training to the next level.
To deepen her programming into a complete slut, she is made to take the bus to work with benwa balls
inside herself, learns from Natasha the art of fellatio without hands, and watches videos of Nat
enjoying massive facials. Grace’s boss, Mr Shih gets to test-drive her newly trained slut mouth, and so
does Steve the hotel bellboy, along with a few observers.
Royston considers accepting a bid for Grace to appear on the cover of a nude photography magazine to
further humiliate her. In the meantime Grace comes to the conclusion that her only friend at the company,
Ming, may also be a victim of blackmail like herself, but is torn how to talk to Ming about it without
giving away herself.
Mr Shih prepares the company for an important meeting with some Japanese investors on the coming weekend. Unknown to Grace, she has some responsibilities she has not been told about..
CHAPTER 26 (MF, self, nc, toys, anal, humiliation)
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THURSDAY, 7.07pm
“Yes that’s right, fuck my pussy.” Grace sat on the floor of the executive toilet, holding her knees against her chest, rocking herself back and forth. Her thighs spread, Grace gave a low gurgle as her fingers found easy access to her swollen labia through her crotchless panties.
Most people had left the office by this time, and Grace herself had just been given permission to masturbate to
orgasm after being fed cum by Royston. She had locked the executive toilet from the inside to do the deed. After
she has cummed, she was to return to Royston to replace the butt plug in her anus with a larger plug. Grace can
hardly remember the reason why she was supposed to cum every day now. All she felt now was that whenever
the benwa balls and butt plug was removed, she would feel empty, like something was missing.
Grace diddled her slit, lost in her own world of pornographic imagery. She re-lived the moments of the men in
Pub Street ejaculating in her mouth, the insulting names they called her, the taste and consistency of Mr Shih’s
cum, Royston’s cum, the office janitor’s cum, the bellboy’s cum, Joe’s cum, all mixing in her mouth, warm and
sticky, some runny some thick. She recalled their erect cocks which she licked, blew, and sucked - splattering
semen on her face and her tits; the pungent smell that stayed in her mouth after she swallowed like an obedient
bitch.
Her mind conjured up the image of her fan - the burly bearded man - watching her masturbate in public, sitting
in the men’s toilet in the shopping mall with her skirt up like a slut. Her fingers were buried in her pussy,
stroking her clit shamelessly, as Joe took pictures of the tramp begging to cum. A bitch in heat. Look at that
exposed cunt, displayed wide open for the world to see. So disgusting, horny, nasty, dirty, shameless, hopelessly
wet and needy. The burly man shoved his fat cock into her mouth, and then pissed on her as she caressed her slit
on the cold floor of the toilet.
The raw images, vulgar sensations, guilty pleasures, and confused emotions all collided in her mind and body in
a rising whirlpool of lust. She heard, smelt and saw herself chained, whipped, gagged, tongue-fucked, finger-
fucked, fucked in doggie position, in standing position, in suspended position, by Royston, Nakamori, Natasha,
Mr Ko, Mr Shih. Violated, molested, raped, impregnated, gang-banged by Mr Sorag, George, Steve, Joe, and Tony.
They took turns fucking her mouth, her pussy, her ass. And they would fill all her holes with semen, saliva, cunt-
juice, spit, urine and more semen. Oh just look at that fucking bitch. She was near her much needed release!
Dawn was there watching in the background, a look of disgust on her face, much like when she saw the benwa
ball fall out of Grace’s pussy, only this time she actually called her nasty names.
Grace’s finger-tips, slippery with her own juices, were furiously fucking her own cunt, plunging wantonly into
the slushy wetness that would soon liberate her. She was cumming. She was cumming like a whore!
In her mind’s eye, she was in a doggy position. Nakamori was shoving his thick cock into her mouth, as Sorag
fucked her ass from behind. Meanwhile, Nat was licking her clit from below her as Royston twisted and pulled
on her nipples. George from the office was watching her, wide-eyed and his pants betraying his hard-
on. Nakamori’s photographer Joe was filming her gang-bang, while Tony the creepy mailman and Steve the
young bellboy stood at the sidelines, watching the show and stroking their cocks.
Grace’s hips lifted off the floor in a desperate pelvic thrust as she tried to fuck herself deeper against her fingers.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……………” Her body stiffened as she reached climax. The point of no return
which she hung on to as long as she could, the dividing point between lust and release, between need and guilt.
Two seconds later, the violent convulsive spasms took over. The young executive orgasmed in wild abandon,
twitching uncontrollably on the floor, soaking her skirt thoroughly.
Guilt, sin, abysmal shame. That was what grace_slut felt. Her eyes shut, and mouth slightly open, her body
rocked softly on the gleaming tiles of the washroom, her pussy’s contractions weakening. The release was what
she needed so desperately after being forced to tread the orgasmic edge the whole day long by Royston, her
senses teased to the limit. For a brief moment as she curled up on the damp toilet floor, she found solace in the
fleeting embrace of drifting slumber.
She woke up with a start. She had to report back to Royston with evidence of her orgasm. The cum-juice soaked
tampon was the evidence. On days where he felt like being cruel, he would have grace suck her own juices from
her tampon, or have her squeeze it out and spread her secretions over her face, neck, behind her ears, and arm-
pits.
He would then have grace take the public bus back to the hotel during peak hours – as he had said, she deserved
to let everyone know what a cum-whore she is, and they would know because the scent of her vaginal secretions
could be detected by any man standing next to her. They would know she was a bitch in heat, as they brushed
against her in the bus, or had their nose in her hair or near her nape. If they were lucky, they would catch the
glimpse of a bare nipple as a button or zipper was deliberately left undone, and she would of course be bra-less,
having left her bra in the workplace. She might also have her cunt stuffed with benwa balls, or a vibrator taped to
her clit, with Royston secretly monitoring her from a few seats away from where she was standing…
**
FRIDAY 12.15pm
There were three men in the large conference room. A huge oval table made of polished mahogany occupied the
center. Plush high-backed chairs were arranged around it.
Mr Shih had Ming call for an emergency meeting. Grace had hurried to the conference room thinking it was
regarding the programme for the Japanese investors that afternoon and on Saturday.
When she arrived at the conference room, she knew it wasn’t about the preparations for the meetings with the
Japanese investors, because her co-workers Ryan and Jim were not there.
Instead, another client was there with Royston and Mr Shih.
Mr Shih motioned to Grace to shut the door, which she did. Awkwardly, she stood there for a few seconds,
tongue-tied.
“You remember Grace, don’t you Mr Sorag?”
“Yes of course I do.”
“Grace, come stand over here,” motioned Mr Shih.
Obediently Grace walked over. Mr Shih had her stand between the two of them. She stood there awkwardly,
heart racing. She glanced at Royston. Royston’s eyes did not betray any emotion.
Her boss, Mr Shih spoke again, as if Grace was not even there.
“You may not know this Mr Sorag, but when I first interviewed her for the job, her skirt was short just like this.”
With his fountain pen, he stabbed at the hem of the extremely short and clingy skirt that was riding up her hips,
barely covering her legs mid-thigh. Grace never quite wore something so daring, at least not before this whole
episode began where she was blackmailed. Mr Shih was exaggerating. Yes she always wore dressy, sexy designer
suits, but not something so audacious and slutty. This outfit came to her just this morning, delivered by Steve the
bellboy, and like all other mornings, Grace had no choice but to stick to the wardrobe that has been chosen for her.
Compared to the previous day where she had crotchless panties, and the day before that where she had no
panties, today’s outfit would be considered classy. Below her jacket, she was wearing a black halterneck top.
Underneath her pencil skirt, she was wearing the rose mesh boyshort panties from Victoria Secret’s Angels line.
Royston had hand picked it for this special occasion. Since Grace is not shaved, her darker pubic patch would be
visible through the thin mesh of the cherub-pink panties, a sight that would make any hot blooded male’s
adrenaline pump. With its ruffled ribbon trim, flocked roses, center bow and low-rise cut, Grace had all that she
needed to make a first impression on Mr Sorag. A first impression where she would be dressed so little, at least.
“Yes, many young women use sex to sell themselves,” Mr Sorag said, shaking his head disapprovingly. “Even
smart career women.”
“Oh yes, definitely. Her top looks like this, see? Like lingerie. Show him Grace.”
Flushing, Grace unbuttoned her jacket. She reluctantly pulled up her top.
“Damn it slut. I asked you to show Mr Sorag your top, and you flash your tits. But while you’re at it, hold the top
up with your mouth. Yes… there.”
“Yes a slut, she is,” mumbled Mr Sorag, his eyes locked on Grace’s apple-sized tits; sweet tits that were only half
covered by her pink push-up demi-cup bra with their scalloped lace patterns.
“And these young women are ambitious and materialistic," Mr Shih continued, "They don’t mind what it takes, as
long as they get what they want. Take Grace for example. To secure herself a promotion, she offered to suck her
senior’s cock.” Mr Shih sneered in disgust.
That was a lie, but Grace could only endure it in silence, her cheeks red, eyes trained on the table top, wishing she
could disappear.
“Oh?” asked Mr Sorag, raising a bushy eyebrow. He rubbed the stubble on his chin with his meaty hand, and
Grace could see the mental label that he was already putting above her head. The Thai businessman was eyeing
her appraisingly, reconsidering the young executive standing before him.
“Grace offered to suck cock eh?” said Mr Sorag. “She is certainly an attractive one. It would be hard for any man
to resist that offer, “ he continued, in a pensive mood. “ I think I will get a better picture if I can see her without
the jacket… and the skirt.”
“Grace, do as Mr Sorag wishes.”
Grace took off her jacket, while still keeping her top up with her mouth. She then undid her skirt and dropped it,
revealing her rose mesh boyshorts. She could not resist looking up at Mr Sorag whom she knew was staring at
her. His eyes had a definite glint in them. He was clearing devouring her form. She looked at Mr Shih, and
recalled in a humiliating flash how her boss had just fucked her in his office yesterday.
“But they get greedy. And sloppy." Mr Shih went on, "Like Grace here. She was caught stealing money from the
company.”
He turned to Grace. “Take off your bra so that Mr Sorag can take a better look at you.”
“Greedy slut, yes.” Mr Sorag acknowledged absent-mindedly, as grace’s hands reached behind her back to
unhook her bra, before letting the cups fall forward to reveal the modest treasures within.
His mind was clearly elsewhere. He was staring openly at the girl’s assets. Mr Sorag did not like overly busty
white girls, like the air-brushed models in Playboy magazine or Hustler. He liked his women petite, natural, and
feminine. He loved petite Asian women, especially when they were pinned below his stocky frame. His eyes
raked across Grace’s slim shoulders, drinking in the contours of her collarbone, the fine hairs on the back of her
neck. His eyes moved further down to her naked tits, unblinking, as if he was counting the number of dimples in
her areola. He would get the embarrassed executive’s nipples soon enough into his mouth. He loved to suck on
sensitive nipples, to roll them with his fingers and hear the girl’s audible reaction when he does.
“So now, Grace here has offered to do anything to stay out of jail,” Mr Shih quipped.
“Anything yah?” said Mr Sorag, turning his head to Mr Shih, then back to the girl.
All eyes were trained on the young woman standing there with her top pulled up, baring her tits to the lascivious
Thai man.
Grace’s face felt very warm. There was an uncomfortable silence for grace, before Royston chipped in. Royston
had stayed silent all this time and now spoke for the first time.
“On your knees, slut,” he said in a low voice, almost growling.
Grace dropped slowly to her knees in front of the Thai man, facing him.
Mr Sorag looked impressed. This capable young woman, was to all outward appearances a professional,
seemingly carving a successful career in a male dominated world. Now in private, she was on her knees, baring
her tits, wearing only panties and heels, to no more than spoken commands.
“Half-mast,” Royston said.
Mr Sorag watched intently as the attractive executive hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her boyshort
panties, and pushed the panties downwards while keeping her back straight, thereby inverting the undergarment
and letting the band now snap back around her knees. Her arms went back to her sides, her thighs, hips and
upper body in a straight line from knees up, with her lower legs parallel to the floor, like a capital “L”. Her eyes
were lowered submissively.
The Thai man marveled at the little triangle of light pubic hair covering Grace’s mound. In her kneeling position,
her genitalia was still hidden by her closed thighs. He felt his erection stirring in his pants. He couldn’t wait to see
more, to touch Grace’s private parts and explore all her intricacies.
"Get down on all fours like the bitch you are, slut," Royston said firmly.
She balked but did not wait too long before leaning forward to place her palms and then elbows on the floor to
join her knees. She was on all fours, her head down. She was glad that Royston did not put her in any of the slave
positions. It would have been infinitely more humiliating to be laying on her back in Position Four with her legs
in the air and hands holding spread knees.
"What did I tell you about access!" Royston snapped. Grace shifted her knees on the floor further away from each
other. She spread them as far as she could, stretching the panties still encircling them to their maximum.
This position would give unfettered access to any handler’s hand reaching from behind.
Incidentally, Royston was thinking: in a Thai dog show, many of the pet girl puppies would have their labia
pierced, and this was a great position to show off their clit jewelry.
"And push that scrawny ass up higher, " Royston quipped.
She complied reluctantly, but without any whining or whimpering as she knew this would annoy Royston and
probably turn on Mr Sorag.
Grace pushed her upper body close to the ground, like a stretching feline, keeping her ass high and out.
Mr Sorag got out of his seat, adjusting his rather uncomfortable erection. He walked in a semi circle around Grace,
like a predator closing in on a particularly delicious prey. He dropped to one knee behind her, uttering a gasp of
admiration. His hands cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh, pushing them together and pulling them
apart, as he admired the rear view of grace’s pussy. Grace silently endured the groping, her face wincing and
cheeks burning. Again, a humiliating flash of an older memory came to mind – the image of Royston’s boss Mr
Ko eating her cunt out and forcing her to orgasm against her will.
The middle aged man swore in Thai as he probed and massaged poor grace’s cunt lips, parting them with his fat
fingers to peer at the pink of her cunny hole. It looked slightly moist, glistening in the bright conference room
illuminated by sunlight from outside.
He switched his attention to her other hole a little higher up.
From her anus protruded a ring – the end of a chain of transparent baby blue anal beads. Six anal beads were
connected to a semi-rigid plastic cord and each one inside grace’s rectal passage. His finger grasped the ring and
jiggled the entire anal beads chain without pulling it out, causing Grace to fidget and make gurgling, unladylike
noises.
Mr Sorag let go of the ring, and pinched her cunt lips together with two fingers, as if he was examining their girth.
Grace mewled and babbled but did not turn back, her eyes fixed on her trainer Royston. Royston had also
squatted down in front of Grace, cupping her chin with both his palms to keep her head up and forward, like a
man would keep his pet dog’s head still as the vet examined the animal. Grace looked imploringly into Royston
eyes, the humiliation apparent on her face as she felt the man behind touching her privates. She grimaced, letting
go a soft ‘uhhh’ as Sorag buried a thick finger up to his knuckle into her tender pussy. He would rotate that finger,
and hook it up and down, feeling the elasticity of Grace’s young cunt.
Mr Sorag seem satisfied with his examination, and started massaging grace’s clitoral hood as he began speaking,
as if that were a reward.
“I would like to bring her to Bangkok, ” said Mr Sorag, half-turning to Mr Shih, who was watching and listening
intently. Mr Shih did not immediately respond but appeared to be considering.
Grace suffered in silence, as the massaging of her privates continued for the next minute.
There was a silence in the room as the Thai man peered at the puckered anus of the girl, expanding and
contracting involuntarily as he played with the girl’s clit. When her anus relaxed, the surface of an anal bead was
partially visible, like it was ready to pop-out if she pushed.
Mr Sorag knew that the girl was trying her best not to make any noises as his fingers probed, and teased. He
knew from how her stomach and pelvic muscles were tensing.
Thinking back, it was almost exactly one year ago when he had first met Grace at a conference with Mr Shih. She
was dressed smartly in a designer suit, confident, and eloquent, and most importantly great eye candy. Mr Sorag
had told Mr Shih then that he would like Grace to work on his deal. He even hinted to Shih that she should come
along to a few entertainment events, but Shih had said no to him back then. Now the capable executive was on all
fours, her pussy and asshole open for inspection by him. He couldn’t wait to fuck the attractive young woman’s
asshole.
After enduring the humiliating grabbing and inspecting of her privates by her client, grace was ready to burst
into tears. She felt infinitely worse that the business man’s manipulation of her clit was starting to make her
insides mushy, as much as she didn’t want it. She could feel it. Soon the moisture would become visible to the
men around her too.
Royston seemed to know what Mr Sorag was thinking, but had other plans.
“Crawl slut,” instructed Royston. “Leave your panties around your knees. You look good this way.”
grace began to crawl on all fours slowly around the room. She could not hold back the tears any longer, so they
rolled down her face as her limbs moved robotically. Her halter-neck top was rolled up, leaving her breasts bare
and exposed. Her panties clung about her knees as she dragged the forlorn undergarment with her crawl. Grace’s
hair fell forward, partially hiding the misery on her face. The panties around the knees made moving difficult. It
made her lap of shame even more demeaning, and her audience could see the protruding end of the anal beads
sticking out of her anus.
“How can grace be of … service in Bangkok?” Mr Shih finally asked the Thai businessman.
“I have a friend opening a club. She will be a nice addition to one of the cages there. With pierced clit and nipples.
Yes, she can show off her lovely body there. Nipple rings and clit stud. Maybe pierced lips too if we can stretch
them with some weights.”
Crawling under the amused gaze of the three watching men, Grace’s sobs welled up uncontrollably from her
chest to her throat, causing repeated sharp, audible intakes of breath that sounded like hiccups. Her chest and
shoulders heaved violently with each sob, as she moved on all fours, her pert breasts dangling below, and her
panties binding her knees.
Mr Shih laughed.
Ignoring her pitiful sobbing, Royston egged her on. “Yes, quite a show you will put on, Grace. Finally you get to
be famous; think of all the people watching you then. Show us what you can do Grace!”
He slapped Grace’s ass, causing the frantic girl to have a sudden spurt of speed in her crawl.
Her masters made her parade her body and soul in absolute obedience to their commands. Beg, sit, crawl, heel,
beg again, crawl faster.
Crying, showing that she was nothing but a crawling, obedient, puppy slut slave, who would do anything in the
world, unable to stop destroying her own dignity. She demonstrated without doubt to Mr Sorag what a base,
filthy, dirty animal she was, obeying whatever Mr Shih and Royston commanded. Showing how she could not
stop her wretched self from giving in to their orders, each degrading command stripping her of self-respect.
Mr Sorag waited until Grace had crawled in front of him again. Bringing one arm under her belly, he pulled her
small body towards him, eliciting a squeal from the startled girl. Then he used his free hand to cup her fuck
mound. Grace whimpered, fearing the worst – not that she would be fucked, but that her defiant cunt would be
juicing like an over-ripe peach when she finally got her fucking.
Massaging her mound, the man undid his fly and brought out his hard cock. His meat was purplish and swollen,
glistening with sweat, and delighted to be out.
The stocky middle-aged Thai businessman grasped his throbbing cock. The shaft stood perpendicular to his hairy
abdomen. He carefully positioned the large uncircumcised cock knob against her slit. The slender young woman
tensed. He grunted something in Thai and slapped her on the ass, causing her to gasp. Then he eased his massive
cockhead between the swollen lips of the whimpering girl.
Mr Sorag smiled to himself as her trembling grew more pronounced. Grace would be in for a further surprise, she
did not actually look at his penis earlier. Like some men in Thailand, he had a traditional procedure done, called
fang muk, or ‘inserting pearls’. He had little beads inserted below the skin of his penis, for the purpose of
enhancing the sexual pleasure of his partners.
He was poised to penetrate the pretty young executive. Her body trembled like a frightened young animal, and
he could feel the rapid thumping in her chest, as he his hands pulled her body into a ready position.
Grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of her head, Mr Sorag gave a strong forward thrust. Grace moaned aloud in
despair as he forced her young cunt open with his thick cockshaft. Then he gripped her hips with both hands and
drove hard all the way with a loud satisfying grunt. The penile beads did their work, tearing up her soft insides,
making grace scream in pain.
With his cock buried inside her, Mr Sorag pushed Grace towards the window, making her waddle awkwardly in
front of him, impaled on his rigid fuck-rod. If Grace had more wits about her, she would have been mortified at
the thought of how she must look to the two men seated at the table - waddling obscenely like a duck. But in her
current situation she was hopelessly and helplessly impaled on an incredibly large intruder inside her, splitting
her open in a searing hot blinding flash of pain that blocked out everything else.
Pulling aside the roman blinds, Mr Sorag pushed Grace against the exposed glass. Then he let the blinds swing
back in place once more, this time, hanging between her back and the front of his body. Below the blinds, his
hand controlled the back of her neck with a vice-like grip, keeping the naked girl pressed against the window.
Any lucky observers looking out from the windows across the street would see the naked Grace being fucked, but
they would not see the one vigorously fucking her from the rear.
Grace burst into fresh sobbing, as he thrust again, and again, burying his thick fuck tool completely inside her
small tight belly. He gyrated his hips in slow circles, enjoying how his hard tool was stretching her pliable insides.
She tried to retreat behind the blinds, but his strong hands kept her where she was, pressed tightly against the
clear glass, fully exposed to everyone across the street. Even worse, the afternoon sun was shining directly on her,
lighting her naked body clearly for everyone to see.
Grace's panicky eyes darted all over the vast number of windows in the opposite building. There was a flash from
an office window a few floors above, but it could have just been the sun reflecting off a window. She could not
see anyone in the offices directly on the same floor across the street with the glare of sunlight in her eyes. Were
there office workers across the street enjoying her free show?
Mr Sorag was thrusting into her with harder strokes now, his hands grabbing her small titties, squeezing and
kneading them. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, pinching her already taut nipples, making them shamefully
hard. He mashed them flat against her ribs. Grace cried, and her eyes desperately searched the windows across
the street, wondering if someone somewhere was watching; laughing at the spectacle of the pale-skinned girl
being fucked in broad daylight against her own office window.
Grace let out a yelp as her rapist’s cock speared into her cunt tunnel, his hands holding her down by her small
shoulders. He was hammering viciously into her, almost lifting her off her feet with each cruel thrust that also
had his pearl-implanted cock-head scraping harshly against her vaginal walls.
Then Mr Sorag grabbed the end of the anal beads and began to pull it slowly out of her ass. As each bead popped
clear, Grace spiked closer and closer to a searing climax. She quivered helplessly, teetering between pain and
blind pleasure.
"You very fuckable slut," Sorag whispered into her ear, sinking his shaft into her "you've got the tightest cunt I've
ever fucked. I wonder about your asshole, is it tighter? "
He let go of the back of her neck, and Grace was finally able to back up from the window. The blinds fell back
into place. "Hands on the floor!" He rasped. Grace struggled to comply. She ended up bent over at the waist with
her hands on the floor, legs shoulder-width apart, with his erection still buried inside her. The thought flashed
through her mind of just how she must look to Royston and Mr Shih, sitting comfortably in their chairs, watching
her debasing performance in amusement.
With the anal beads out, her asshole had brief respite. Grace cried out in pain as the man pushed a grubby middle
finger into her abused asshole.
“Your asshole clamping my finger, grace cocktoy,” he pointed out helpfully, as he wriggled the digit. “Squeezing
my finger tight – FUCK.”
Sorag increased the fucking pace, slamming his hips harder and faster against his fuckhole, his distended organ
becoming slicker with the fuckpet’s juices coated all over it.
He buried an additional finger into her violated anus to join the first, twisting them in her hot moistness, enjoying
the wincing on her face and her rectum clutching his two fingers involuntarily. Sorag grinned. He used the little
fuckpet ruthlessly, cramming her cunt and fingering her asshole until her thighs began to spasm and knees give
way. Still he pounded her. She was leaking juices over his tool, and he would happily point it out to her.
Grace started to wail now as he held her floppy body up only by her elbows behind her, making sure his pretty
prey stayed on course with his thrusting hips.
His strokes become faster and faster, until finally with a very loud groan he pushed Grace down to the floor,
flipping her to face him. “Pretty cocktoy – open up mouth !”
Grace knew the drill, for she had been trained many time by Royston. She had her mouth open and waiting.
“AHHH..AHH…AHH…AHHH….AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” the Thai man grunted like a buffalo, pumping
his tool furiously as he approached his imminent release.
Mr Sorag inserted the first inch of his erection into her wide-open mouth and shot a thick load down her throat,
then pulled his erupting tool out and blasted her face with hot burning cum.
“ARRGGGHHH……AHHGGG…AGGHHH….”
The man’s eyes rolled as he pumped his spasming cock with his fist, releasing a massive torrent of cum juice,
aiming right at the smudged make-up face of the distraught girl.
A stream of thick cum shot across Grace’s face, covering her right eye. The next stream of hot cum streaked all the
way across her nose and landed on her already messy hair. As Grace tried to avert her face, one more blob of
white sticky cum landed squarely on her glossy lips. Mr Sorag’s hairy hand held her chin in place, making sure
the fuckpet didn’t escape, his other hand pumping his still erupting cock at her face. The last two streams of
sticky semen from his jerking organ deposited across her cheek and slightly open lips.
Mr Sorag grunted in satisfaction, leaving his spent cock on Grace’s luscious lips, noting how the trained slut knew
that she should clean his cock with her tongue. Using his mobile phone, he took a picture, a memento of the time
he jizzed on grace’s face.
Afterwards, Grace could not really recall the details of what happened next, but it seemed that Sorag wanted to
fuck her virgin asshole, but Royston did not agree to it. Mr Shih mentioned something about an auction, or
highest bidder. Royston said something about how she had been trained with butt plugs but her Owner had not
given consent. She was allowed to go home earlier because she would have a busy day tomorrow with the
Japanese investors.
GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006,2007,2008,2009,2010. Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.
CHAPTER 27 (MMMMMMMF,bondage,oral,facial)
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I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands
SATURDAY 1.37 p.m.
Grace was standing at the entrance to the conference suite of the five star hotel, dressed as a Japanese race queen.
The Japanese businessmen were just starting to arrive there after an expensive lunch at a top restaurant downtown, organized by their host. They had arrived in town the day before, and had a series of meetings with several companies. After the presentation scheduled this afternoon, they would decide if they were going to invest in the construction of a new casino.
Grace’s responsibility was simple - to hand out flyers to the businessmen to give them directions on where the presentation would be held, where the open-bar was, where the rest-rooms were and so on. There was a catch though.
The hotel conference suite was decorated in such a way to simulate the experience to the businessmen as if they were arriving at the casino. The theme was Formula One so the waitresses in the casino would be dressed in skimpy race queen costumes, serving drinks. Royston informed Grace that there were a number of waitresses that did not turn up, so Grace had to fill in for one.
Grace was dressed in a silver V-neck sexy two-piece race car girl uniform, with checkerboard racing stripes running down the side of her boobs and her hips. The uniform came with panties that were specifically designed to go with the outfit, and white knee-high lace-up boots. The top was low-cut, and had a zipper in the middle which would separate the two halves if pulled all the way down. The very skimpy lycra skirt had an asymmetrical cut, barely hanging on her hips, and it had the tendency to ride up when both her hands were occupied holding a serving tray. More than half her body was on display wearing this.
Besides the many verbal compliments (that’s what she assumed they were, since she did not really speak Japanese), ogling looks and requests to take her photo, Grace got a couple of indecent propositions where the men spoke a few words of English and simply wrote their room number at the back of a card to hand to her.
At this point, with the lights dimmed, Nakamori started his one hour presentation in fluent Japanese. Dressed in the skimpy outfit, Grace would distribute black leather folders to any new arrivals that joined the audience. In each folder, there was a small PDA keyed to each participant on the invitation list. The participant would use the PDA to submit their bids for the project to the Company through an encrypted wireless signal, thus ensuring their confidentiality.
Unknown to Grace, the PDA device also contained a tidbit to reward those who stayed throughout the entire presentation. The brief instructions in Japanese indicated that when the presentation ended, the participant would be able to view nude pictures of the racing cutie who distributed their folders to them. Discreetly on the screen of their PDA. Grace’s vital statistics, and even blood type were all listed there at the touch of a button.
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3.05pm.
Nakamori’s presentation just ended. The participants were invited to smaller rooms for discussions and signing of contracts. Grace was holding a placard at the exit of the conference suite in the elevator area. She was only able to recognize “5pm” on the placard and not the rest of the Japanese script. She thought it was to remind the participants to return at 5pm to the conference suite, for the continuation of their evening programme, should they be resting in their hotel rooms. Which is partially true, except that grace does not know that she herself would be the subject of the entertainment programme. The truth is that the placard actually said
Available to entertain you at 5pm in the men’s restroom.
(Check PDA for details. I will not be answering any
questions as it will be a surprise.
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4.35pm
Grace felt her bladder so full she was going to burst. She was in the restroom, but not the ladies. Instead she was on her knees, in a cubicle in the men’s restroom, with a cock in her mouth.
Royston had not been giving her permission to relieve herself over the last few hours, first by keeping her busy in serving drinks to all the Japanese clients in their private rooms. And thereafter saying she had to stand at the elevator lobby holding the placard for an hour.
Royston knew how much Grace was able to hold because he had been giving her toilet training over the last few weeks. And now when she was at the brink of desperation of needing to go, at the risk of soiling herself in front of all the middle aged businessmen ogling at her, he finally gave her permission to go. But she would have to perform her usual task – giving him a blowjob and having cum in her mouth first.
Grace was puzzled, perhaps even grateful that Royston have not yet made her do anything humiliating. She had not been made to give a blowjob to any of the Japanese men at the presentation. She was half expecting it.
With her knees pressed against the cold bathroom floor, Grace unbuckled Royston’s belt and loosened his pants, by now expertly reaching with both hands to free Royston’s cock from his underwear, before taking the cockhead in her mouth. She was surprised that Royston was already almost fully erect. Usually he would only be half erect and grace would have to suck him to complete hardness.
Royston was already hard because he had been watching Grace and anticipating what was in store for her in less than half an hour. She was a picture of perfect subservience on her knees, automatically reaching for his cock, grasping it with her fist and pumping the shaft firmly to make it harder, and using her tongue and her oral cavity to make the perfect suction around his cockhead. She sucked hungrily, urgently, because she needed to pee very soon. The sooner Royston would empty his load in her mouth, the sooner she would have his approval to relieve her full bladder.
“You look fucking hot today Grace," mused Royston, his eye following the curve of her hip and bare legs accentuated by the skimpy racing queen costume. "I bet all the men wanted to fuck your brains out.”
Knowing that the Japanese businessmen had just downloaded bondage pictures of Grace to their PDAs in the last ten minutes made him rock hard. These were pictures of the once confident executive, transformed to a BDSM slut. The slideshow on their PDAs would be showing pictures from her mall photoshoot where she was wearing an animal leather harness under a trenchcoat and had to pose with her trenchcoat open in the shopping mall, and the shoot where she was standing on one leg tied in Japanese rope bondage with her other leg hoisted up with rope suspension to the ceiling. In their respective hotel rooms, there were more twenty men enjoying her bondage pictures, smiling to themselves, and rubbing their hardening penises remembering the delightful girl that had been serving them drinks earlier.
As Grace sucked his cock noisily, Royston said, “You are getting to be a really good cocksucker. Jesus…”, grabbing the hair at the back of her head. He felt the load building up in his balls, and leaned back so that the spy camera on his shirt buttonhole could catch Grace’s face clearly in a point-of-view shot. This was being captured on video, with a five minutes delayed transmission to the PDAs.
“Here it comes, slut!”
Royston groaned and his cock erupted in a gigantic load of hot sperm which Grace took completely in her mouth. She kept Royston's load in her mouth, like how she had been trained, awaiting instructions on whether she would swallow or spit it out onto her palms. It was usually the former, but there had been occasions where she was told to spit it out and spread it all over her face.
Withdrawing his still hard cock, Royston wiped the tip of his cock on her cheek, enjoying how pristine her face looked with her immaculate makeup just before he deposited some cum on it.
Motioning her to stand, Royston got up from the toilet seat and buckled up his pants. With her mouth still full of cum, Royston grabbed her elbow roughly and turned her around. He took out a pair of handcuffs from a duffel bag, and cuffed her wrists behind her back.
He then took out a strip of black cloth and blindfolded her. Grace let herself be manhandled, mewling a feeble protest, not daring to open her mouth for fear that she would get reprimanded for wasting his precious man-juice.
“You may swallow as you are peeing, grace slut,” he said to her reassuringly.
grace_slut. That was her pet name. He even registered an email address for her so that she could receive fan mail.
Royston pushed the cubicle door open, and stepped out, turning around to face the girl still in the cubicle. He pushed the door open completely so whoever came into the men’s room now could see grace_slut in the cubicle, a cuffed race queen.
With her wrists cuffed behind her back, grace was fumbling to reach her panties with her fingers, but couldn’t. “God, I need to pee so badly,” she thought, blindfolded and unable to see, still holding Royston’s cum in her mouth.
“Let me help you,” said Royston, smiling, knowing this embarrassing scene for her was being telecast to an audience she did not yet know about.
Reaching to grace’s clingy short skirt, Royston pulled it up to her hips. Grace was finally able to slip her thumbs into the band of her panties from behind her ass to pull it down. But it was an extremely awkward position that left her forearms trapped below her thighs, her thumbs still hooked around the elastic band of her panties as she sat down on the toilet seat. Her body was slouched forward because she could not sit back with her arms below her thighs. Her feet were pointed inwards.
Not being able to see a thing as she fumbled around like a bumbling idiot might have created further embarrassment for her normally, but she didn’t care at this point. She pulled her panties down. Immediately she let go a steady stream of urine, very audible. Even with the blindfold, the look of relief can be seen on her face as her bladder emptied. She did not forget to swallow Royston’s cum in her mouth as she relieved herself.
When she finished, grace stood up, trying to pull her panties back up with her thumbs. She was not so successful as she could not pull up the sides with her hands cuffed behind her back. Without waiting for her to be ready, Royston grabbed her by her small shoulders and turned her such that her back was next to the railing. It was a toilet cubicle for the disabled, and there was an aluminum railing on the side of the toilet seat which now served as a perfect place for Royston to uncuff grace’s hands and then re-cuff them again around the railing.
Meanwhile the video stream of grace’s peeing episode was making its way to the PDAs of the early birds waiting outside the men’s restroom at 5pm. It made a nice teaser for what was to come.
He whispered into Grace’s ear, “Slut, remember that time you came without permission? This is your punishment today.”
Still blindfolded, grace frantically pulled on her cuffs, making a loud clanging sound against the railing. Unable to see anything, she turned her head back and forth to try to listen. “Please Sir.. wwhat are you doing?”
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At 5.00pm exactly, Royston unlocked the restroom door, and let in the first seven men in the line outside. This was Grace’s introduction to the new life she would lead.
Grace would be initiated into “The Circle” – put simply, a sex club for the rich and powerful, focusing on themes of bondage, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum-play, swapping and group sex.
Being quite entrepreneurial, Nakamori had devised several tiers of membership for the club.
Royston was quite aware of how it worked because he had been invited by Nakamori to attend a few events, and also had quite a video collection of girls who had gone through the programme. Girls initiated into the Circle start with ‘stroking’ and softporn tease, and no actual sex, and then have their limits stretched and pushed to new grounds till they became fully capable of satisfying hordes of men in mass orgies. The girls are systematically trained and graduated up the tiers, along with members who pay a huge premium to follow them through the programme.
The different tiers, in ascending order of membership cost and privileges were as follows.
Tier 1: “Sakura”. At this level, members would receive a complete album of grace’s bondage photographs, and of other girls in the Circle. A profile would accompany the album with bio-data such as name, age, birth place, blood type (for the Japanese members who associate blood type with personality), hobbies, body vital measurements, and even details like age lost virginity, favorite sex position. The pictures and profile that the Japanese businessmen received of Grace in their PDAs today were just a teaser.
Sakura members could request that the photography for their favorite girl include specific poses or fetishes. For example, one member had wanted to see grace in several Japanese rope bondage poses which incorporated suspension of a limb, knots to squeeze or pinch the breasts and clitoral area, obscene exposure positions, and predicament bondage. Another wanted to see grace in various stages of undress in office clothes, with the last picture of her urinating on them. Such was the professionalism required that Joe the photographer went to great lengths in order to deliver on such requests. One request that did not make it through was one where she would have to be clad completely in latex, bound and decorated to become a table centerpiece or furniture. Mainly the aim of the Sakura membership is to titillate and hint at what is available in higher tiers.
Tier 2 “Sayuri”: While Sakura members was limited to only bondage photographs with limited use of toys, Tier 2 members could access photography as well as video footage, with the girl subject to a whole range of toys, including dildos, vibrators, and machines. Most importantly, Tier 2 members were also eligible to participate in a live preview event, just like the one today.
Tier 3 “Riko”: Here, grace would be blindfolded and stripped naked, and be required to suck off the members – usually with them sitting down or standing in one row. The members will not be allowed to touch the girl (other than her touching them to deliver the oral service), but do have the benefit of being able to watch the girl’s Master masturbate her or finger-fuck her while she is sucking them off. Of course, to protect the girl, they had to pass a rigorous medical examination and hygiene screening to ensure they were free from disease. The blindfolding element was a genius, in Royston’s opinion. The club found so many more potential members to market to – by discreetly targeting people who actually know the woman but were socially not able to engage in sexual relations with the woman. A good friend’s daughter for example, or a co-worker’s pretty wife. Because grace would be blindfolded, and the members are not allowed to speak in a session, grace would have no idea who she sucked off.
Tier 4 “Azami”: The dynamics change quite significantly from Tier 3 to Tier 4, and as such there is also a steep increase in the membership fees. Tier 4 members would be given masks to wear, while grace herself would be naked but not blindfolded anymore. The men could thus enjoy looking at her pretty face, watch her expressions and reactions, as her Master first exposes her holes to them, then lets them explore her holes with their fingers (and if the Master is in a good mood, perhaps even their tongues). The event would culminate with her Master fucking her on a low bed or floor mat with the members crowded around in a circle. The members are allowed to ejaculate on the girl as long as they don’t interrupt the action led by the Master. They are not allowed any penetration of the girl.
Tier 5 “Hanako”: grace would be fucked by all the members at such an event, and usually she would be taken in many holes simultaneously rather than one man at a time. Nakadashi is allowed, even encouraged, meaning they can cum in her pussy, ass or both, with no condoms. (Again, they have to pass stringent tests and get certified to be free of disease). The girl would usually take multiple loads in all her holes, till she was overflowing. All this would be video-taped from multiple angles, for the enjoyment of the members for years to come.
But for today, it was just a preview. A hook, to get interested men to signup. The preview has rules too – the panties stay on, and no pussy or anal penetration is allowed.
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grace felt sick as she heard the restroom door open and shut again, and a number of hushed male voices. It was not certainly not Royston.
She could not see anything much with the blindfold around her eyes, maybe except the bright lights overhead, and some blurry shapes.
The door to the toilet cubicle where she was in was pushed open - she could tell from the faint creaking sound and the back of the door hitting the side cubicle wall.
Her heart thumped, and her ears strained to scan the room where her eyes couldn't. She suppressed an urge to scream, perhaps scream for Royston. Why would Royston help her though? He probably arranged this, the son of a bitch. But she couldn't scream anyway. There was a ball gag in her mouth, making her drool from the corner of her mouth.
There was a man standing in front of her now - that much she could tell. He was looking at her - a young lady sitting on the toilet seat, with her hands cuffed to the side railing, eyes covered with a thin cloth, red ball gag in her mouth, dribbling saliva on her silver zipper top.
The man spoke in Japanese, which she could not understand. She was not sure if he was speaking to her, or to the other men in the restroom. There were at least a few more - she could hear them whispering, murmuring.
She would have said 'let me go' if she was ungagged, though it seemed like an absolutely meaningless and futile thing to say. Anyway she was gagged, and through the training that she had been through with Royston, she knew that she could try to say anything but it would just sound like gibberish with a big stopper in her mouth stretching her cheeks and forcing her teeth apart.
A gruff male voice came close to her face. "Omae no namae wa grace desu ka?"
She recognised her name being spoken this time. Shit, he knew her name too. What did Royston tell this man??
grace felt something touch her cheek, and she flinched. The touch of the man in front of her was very warm. His hand stroked the side of her face, down to her chin, then across to the other side and up to her ear, tucking a long fringe of her hair in front of her face to behind her ear. She strained against her cuffs, but they wouldn't budge of course. Though the sound of the metal cuffs clanging against the metal railing seemed to have elicited some response from... her audience? She could hear voices of the other men behind the man immediately in front of her.
The man held her chin, more firmly now. Then she felt his warm breath on her ear and cheek. His lips, hot and wet against her skin. He was kissing her face! grace cringed, and wailed. The ball gag muffled her wail, making her sound like a helpless abductee. Again a chorus of excitement from her audience.
She felt a slight tension on the front of her top, which could only mean one thing. He was pulling down the zipper - slowwwly.
grace turned her head and tried to turn her body, but there was not much degrees of freedom with her hands immobilised to one side.
The zipper reached the end, and her silver top split into two halves.
The man must have turned back to face the other men, because his voice was directed away from her now. He spoke something, and the rest laughed.
A wave of humiliation crashed through her. Her tits were on display. He probably said something about her tits.
The man pulled her top apart slightly more so that the fair skin of her bosom was adequately exposed to the admiring eyes from outside the toilet cubicle.
He grasped one nipple between his thumb and index finger, and rolled it around, causing grace to grimace and murmur a complaint. But her body stayed put, because her nipple was at his mercy.
Her other nipple was similarly grasped, and he pulled on both with a steady constant pressure toward him. grace screamed in protest into the ball. Another strand of her drool escaped from the corner of her mouth and landed on her bosom, streaking it beautifully for the watching group of men.
grace's back straightened first, her body trying to follow where the man was pulling her nipples to lessen the pain. The pulling pressure increased more still, forcing her to lean forward extremely, arching her back because her bum couldn't move forward anymore. She yelled into the ball gag. MMMMPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Finally, he let go of both her nipples. The real pain hit her then. She was conscious that they were all staring at her topless body. Her poor nipples throbbed in pain, and were fully reddened and engorged. The nipples were tubular and poking out now as if they were aroused little sluts begging for more attention.
grace's nipples were not the only things throbbing in the room, but she could not guess that there were seven men with throbbing cocks watching her. Several of them already had their hands in their pants, stroking their cocks as they watched the helpless girl's thin body stretched to her maximum.
She could hear the first man's heavy breathing now. He was standing real close to her. One of his hands was on her head, almost grabbing a fistful of her hair.
The other hand was jerking off his exposed cock, just inches away from her, but she could not see. His mouth was over her ear, pressing against it. A mess of ticklish warmth and noise on the side of her face which she could not dodge. He was muttering to her. grace could not understand what he was saying, but the urgency of the tone was universal.
With a loud grunt, the man pushed grace's head lower, forcing it against his abdomen. grace felt something hot press against the side of her face.
It jerked and a sensation of something warm spread over her cheek.
The man let go of her head and stepped back. The other men craned their necks and crowded around the cubicle door, and saw grace's face decorated with cum.
Feeling utterly helpless, grace could only mewl in protest as the man held her chin. She attempted to turn her head this way and that way but there was really no escape. The man who just came onto her face held her chin purposefully with one hand while his other hand rubbed the cum into her skin on her face. He scooped some of it to her lips wrapped around the ball gag, smearing it generously over her mouth as she twisted her head.
Then she heard the characteristic sound of a camera phone that sounded like a picture had been taken.
The man said something in Japanese in a satisfied tone. grace heard him step away. A second man entered the cubicle. He smelt different.
grace did not know that while the first man was jerking off over her face, the second man had already been watching closely from outside while stroking himself in his pants. He was already completely hard when he entered the cubicle and stared at the restrained girl, her face covered in baby batter.
grace felt her ball gag loosen, and then it was taken out of her mouth. She was pulled off the toilet seat onto the cold toilet floor. A cock was jammed into her mouth. She had no choice but to let herself get mouth-fucked. This man was rougher than the first. He grabbed her head with both hands. He thrusted his hips deep. Her nose was pressed against his abdomen, and his balls slapping against her chin. She felt the cock fill her oral cavity and hit the back of her throat. Amazingly she did not choke. She felt a second wave of humiliation crash through her, when she realized that her deep-throat training by Nakamori had prepared her for this. Amazing grace. Amazing deep-throat cock-sucking grace, as Royston would call her.
Just before the man came in a noisy orgasm, he pulled his cock out, and pumped it vigorously over her face. She could hear the squelching sound of his foreskin being pulled back and forth, lubricated previously by her saliva as his fist worked his hard member furiously. The thick white ejaculate unloaded across her nose, and flowed down to her lips.
The third man came into the small cubicle. grace was already limp like a rag doll, allowing her body to be abused by these strangers whom she cannot see. Number 3 massaged her breasts, squeezing them one by one. He was feeling their smooth texture, running his fingers over the soft skin of her sensitive tits.
He slapped his cock against her cheek. She closed her mouth, but he pinched her nostrils close so she could not breathe. When she opened her mouth to breathe, in his cock went. This cock was stubbier and thicker than the last one, but not as long. Her lips stretched to accommodate it. To her utmost shame, her mouth was salivating profusely and her drool dripped on her tits.
“Small mouth,” he remarked. His English was spoken with a heavy Japanese accent, but good enough for grace to understand. Since everyone else were Japanese, he had obviously made that remark for grace to hear. He said it in a matter-of-fact tone, but it only added to Grace’s humiliation.
“Small tits,” he added.
The man made her sit back up on the toilet seat, but pulled her head down to suck him, while fingering her slit through her panties. “Nice pussy,” he added.
Barely two minutes later, the man started to cum. Like the last guy, he withdrew his cock at the last second from grace’s mouth, and gave her a bukkake splash. Decorating her face with jism in classic Japanese porn style.
Number 4 and 5 came into the cubicle at the same time. grace looked quite a sorry sight by then with three loads of cum and saliva, streaked over her face. A long strand of white cum was hanging down from her chin. Number 4 grabbed grace by the hair at the back of her head, manipulating her head as he pleased. He didn’t hurt her, but he was definitely not gentle.
Number 5 just stood there, jacking off rapidly as he stared at grace’s naked body. Number 4 crouched down beside grace, and was sucking on one of her breasts while stroking his erection, enjoying how her body reacted. With his erection fully hard in a minute, he started to use her mouth.
The two men reached their climax almost at the same time.
Number 4 pulled out from grace’s mouth, but kept one hand firmly on her jaw, squeezing her cheeks to keep her mouth open. He jacked off for twenty seconds, before emptying his payload, making her catch his cum in her mouth.
Even before Number 4 was done with his last spasm, Number 5 was shooting his watery load across grace’s cum-glazed face.
The sixth man entered the cubicle and unzipped her short skirt and tossed it aside. grace only had a pair of panties between her pussy and a hard cock.
He then made her go onto her knees, facing the wall with hands still to cuffed to the railing. He spreads her ass, pushing her panties aside to lick her asshole.
Her cuffs were unlocked from the railing, but her wrists were still locked to each other.
He then put her back on sitting position on the floor, her back against the toilet, her wrists cuffed in front of her, and blindfold still in place. Leaning her head back against the toilet seat cover , the man stood over grace’s body half sitting and half laying on the floor. Number 6 was a short man, and his groin was just at the level of her head. grace's elbows were between his legs, so she was unable to bring her hands up to block her face. He pinched her nostrils close so that she would open her mouth. He fed his fat stubby, unwashed cock into her mouth unceremoniously.
Number 7 came in while number 6 was straddling grace’s body and using her mouth as a fuckhole. He went straight to her pussy, crouching low. He pulled the fabric of her panties aside to expose her pussy lips, which were already reddened by the rough rubbing by the earlier guy. Grinning, he put buried his face between grace’s fair thighs. Apparently he was a master muff diver.
Even as grace was struggling from her mouth being used by a fuckhole by number 6, she felt her thighs being forced apart and the sickening sensation of a tongue licking her sensitive bits furiously below. The hotness of the tongue in her slit surprised her.
The muff-diver paused, and turned back to the other watching men. He said something in Japanese, and they all broke out in laughter. Although grace did not understand Japanese, somehow she knew what he had said from his tone. He had told them that her pussy felt hot to his tongue.
The truth of it stung her bitterly. She could feel it herself. The horrifying experience of being used by seven men in a row was impossible for her mind to process. In fact she was almost having an out of body experience as she watched herself – her face – being used as target practice by the men. But her body was processing it. It was reacting to her body being abused. The adrenaline made her blood rush. Her skin was flushed. Her pussy was not yet fully wet, but was already hot by now with all the blood pumping through her body. The pain she felt when her assailant pulled her nipples sent signals to her brain, signals which her overloaded brain interpreted as excitement, and ultimately arousal. He tugged at her nipples, causing a rushing sensation in her pelvic region, flooding between her thighs.
The tongued lapped and licked incessantly, invading her most private place. She could do nothing as the stranger she could not see tasted her. The man remarked again in half Japanese half English - he exclaimed how hot and wet her pussy felt to his tongue. He seemed to be telling it to her this time. Grace felt the damning pangs of arousal. She was sitting there on the toilet floor of a five star hotel, cuffed and blindfolded and stripped naked, with a group of strangers around her. They were watching her. They had cummed on her. This man knew her name. He knew she was helplessly wet. Her realization that he knew this intimate detail of her body aroused her. This stranger would know she was a slut. She didn’t know who he was. Did he know who she was? Was she just a bukkake slut for their evening entertainment to seal a business deal? She was hopelessly wet.
Number 6 cried out. She felt him grip her jaw. She opened her mouth even wider. Her jaw was tired and sore from opening her mouth for so long. She felt his blobs of hot ejaculate unloading in her oral cavity. She let the semen overflow out of her mouth. She had stopped resisting. There was no point.
Number 7 watched on. He watched Number 6 emptying his load into the slut's mouth, overflowing all over her glazed face. Her head rested on the toilet seat. Number 7 stepped up, his fist pumping his cock shaft in a culminating burst of speed, blasting his orgasmic essence all over her face.
The first seven men exited the restroom, leaving the cum-covered girl on the floor. The next seven men filed in.
grace felt limp like a rag-doll. She was half-curled up in fetal position. She felt hands on her, not just one man but several. Someone was pulling her panties down to her knees. Fingers probed her pussy lips. She did not resist. She heard heavy breathing. Someone's nose nuzzled against her ear. Someone unshaved because she could feel the stubble on his chin causing a burn on her cheek. Another mouth closed around her right nipple. The man at her ear spoke, "I am going to fuck your pussy. Grace."
She couldn't recall much of what happened after that. She vaguely remembers her legs being spread and pinned against her shoulders. She was about to get gang raped, she told herself. Then she heard Royston's voice, speaking harshly in Japanese. He sounded angry.
She was in somebody's arms. Being carried away. She still couldn't see but she could feel and hear. Someone with strong arms, and a broad chest. She remembered crying like a little girl. A towel was wrapped around her, but she could still feel the sticky smelly cum on her face. She tried to open her eyes but the cum over her eyes stung like hell when it got in. She became hysterical. There was a syringe. An injection in her arm. She felt blissful. She stayed quiet, surrendering to the person who cradle carried her in his arms.
When she awoke again, she was in her room, in her own hotel, alone. She had slept through the entire night peacefully on her bed. Someone had cleaned her up the previous night, for she was naked under her sheets.
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Author's note: I am looking for an experienced writer to write chapter 29 with me. I will provide the direction while he or she can do the execution. It should be the second last chapter of the story. Contact me if you are interested.
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