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)
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.
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.
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?”
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.
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.
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.