I felt the bed sag as Mistress sat down beside me. She used a warm wet cloth to clean the cum from my body. When I smelled something that reminded me of lavender, I opened my eyes and watched as Mistress rubbed her hands together. Then she began to gently apply a lotion to my breasts and nipples which were still sporting a few red spots and remained quite tender.
I looked at her questioningly and she said, “This will help relieve the pain. I’ll put some between your legs too and by tomorrow you won’t have any pain.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Who are you? Why are you here? I can understand what the men want but why are you involved?”
Mistress paused as if recalling good memories and said, “I was once like you. They abducted me and brought me here. I was used and abused for a weekend and then released. After I managed to make my way back home I did a lot of thinking.”
“Once I had recovered from the shock of what had happened I began to look more closely at my sex life. It was either a disaster or non-existent. As time passed, I began to realize that I had felt more alive on that weekend when I had been taken than I ever had before. That’s when I remembered the slip of paper that they had given me just as they released me.”
“I don’t know why I had kept it. Maybe subconsciously I knew that I might want to contact them again. It contained an email address that could be used to contact them. I thought long and hard about it but finally, I accepted the inevitable and sent them an email.”
“I’m not sure what I expected to happen. It was two days before I heard from them wanting to know why I was contacting them. I told them that I wanted to come back again.”
“Two days later, on a Wednesday, I received another email instructing me to be at the corner of Evans and Sycamore in my town at six PM on the coming Friday. I was told that a van would arrive and that, if I was serious, I would be expected to step into the van of my own accord when the side door opened. They would not abduct me again because it was just too dangerous. This time my participation would have to be a result of my own choice.”
“After that weekend I went back two more times. At the end of my fourth weekend, they offered me an opportunity to become part of the group. My specific duties would be to help the abductees through their experiences. I have a regular job during the week and on special weekends I come here. Occasionally they still use me when something goes wrong with their plans for a specific abductee.”
“Now you need to rest. You have two sessions scheduled for tomorrow and another scheduled for Sunday before you are released.” With that statement, Mistress turned and left the room.
I had no idea what time it was when I awoke. Mistress had covered me with a sheet and a light blanket. I took this opportunity to look around and observe my surroundings. In addition to the bed that I had slept in I noticed a small desk and chair against one wall. There were a couple erotic paintings on the wall. As I lay there looking around the room I noticed a second door that I had not seen previously. It must lead to the bathroom where I had taken a shower earlier.
Deciding to wash my face and relieve myself I opened the door. Happy to find that my guess had been correct, I entered the bathroom and sat down to pee. As relief coursed through my body I looked around and noticed a couple of video cameras in strategic locations. It seems my captors wanted to keep an eye on me even when I wasn’t on stage. Since my body held no secrets from them at this point I decided to simply ignore them.
When I returned to the bedroom I found Mistress sitting on the bed. She watched me as I entered finally asking how I was feeling.
For some reason, her question destroyed my mood and I snapped back saying, “I feel just lovely. Where are my clothes? Can I go now?”
The smile on Mistress’s face vanished with my sharp words. “I’m sorry that you’re still angry. I thought that you might feel differently about me after our time together last night.”
“What is wrong with you?”, I exploded. “I’ve been abducted and displayed naked in front of a room full of strangers. I’ve been forced to suck a strange man’s cock and subsequently fucked by that man while the whole time I was filmed so that you can sell a video and you want me to be in a good mood?”
The look on Mistress’s face hardened as she stood and looked at me saying, “I had hoped that you might realize the inevitability of your situation. Accepting what is happening to you would make it much more enjoyable. You have another two shows scheduled for today. I’ll get you some food. Your first show is scheduled to begin in about an hour.” With that, she left the room closing the door sharply.
An hour later I was led from the room by Mistress. This time I followed along docilely resigned to my fate and unaffected by my nudity. I had given a lot of thought to what had happened last night. While it probably wasn’t something that I would seek to do again I had to admit that it had been the most stimulating sexual experience I had ever had.
Mistress led me to the same room where I had been recorded last night. As before, the bright lights were on and the cameras and televisions around the room were present. The thirty chairs were all occupied but I couldn’t tell if these were the same men from last night or a new group.
Mistress led me to the center of the stage where I stood naked. The Announcer was present and he greeted me with a smile saying, “Good afternoon Lacy. I hope that you’re looking forward to this afternoon’s activities.”
“Not really,” I replied. “I don’t know what you have planned but you need to let me go.”
“You know that we aren’t going to do that. At least not until we’ve finished with you. That would be disappointing to all of these gentlemen who have paid a hefty sum to be here today,” he said.
My false show of bravado was somewhat shaken when he said, “This afternoon you are going to service all thirty of these men so you see, they have a vested interest.”
“Wha… what do you mean ‘Service’ them?”
“Lacy do you know what the word ‘bukakke’ means?”
At a total loss for words, I simply shook my head, no.
“It’s a Japanese term. Years ago a loose woman would be humiliated when all of the men of the village would ejaculate onto her face. In those days the woman would be restrained but you’re going to agree to do this willingly aren’t you?” the Announcer asked. “I’m expecting you to suck each man’s cock and then let him cum on your face.”
I was shocked. What did he think I was, a whore? “Are you out of your mind?” I exploded. “I’m not a slut!”
“Ahhh, Lacy. That’s exactly the point. You’re not a whore or a slut. You’re a wholesome, clean-cut young woman who likes to show off her body and that is precisely why men will pay dearly for a video of you doing something that you would not normally do.”
I guess he thought I was going to do this. “Well I’m not going to provide any more entertainment for you or profits for you either,” I bellowed. “You can’t make me.”