The Trophy Room
The next day Ella came for her as usual but did not take great
care over her preparation and dressed her in bra, panties, jeans
and a t-shirt. After an hour back in her cell the Commandant
visited her. He told her that as they had not managed to capture
Juan using her as bait; unfortunately he would have to give her
to the men as he had promised them. This would be very bad for
her as they would all want to fuck her and there were over 200
men. He said "The problem, my dear Angie, is that when the last
man has finished with you the first man will be ready to start
again, so they will fuck you without stopping until you can no
longer be fucked." What do you mean?" she exclaimed without
thinking. "In a minute I will show you the Trophy Room then you
will understand why a woman cannot be fucked any more."
"However," he continued "you can still save yourself from this
fate by telling me where I can find Juan's hideout." "I don't
know" Angie whined, which was of course true. "If you don't know
you can take me to somebody who does." The Commandant was quick
to notice the look on Angie's face as she remembered the man who
was to take her to Juan's hideout. "I don't know anybody" she
exclaimed but already he knew that she was hiding something from
him.
"You will change your mind once the men have spent some time with
you my dear. I will let them have you in the Theatre Room at 7pm
tonight and I will come to see what is left of you at 1am
tomorrow. Then you will be ready to do anything I ask. First I
take you to the Trophy Room maybe after that you will want to
tell me everything before tonight. If you help me capture Juan I
will put you on a bus to America, if not my men will play with
you until you are no use to them."
With that he strode from her cell and his aide indicated that she
should follow. They went through many passages until they
arrived at a heavy wooden door which the Commandant
ostentatiously opened with a large key. Inside was a very long
room divided into sections; each section appeared to be full of
photos, clothing and other objects that Angie could not
recognize.
The Commandant explained "we have had three women who have been
foolish enough to entertain my men, you are the fourth. The
first was this girl Elise was a simple country girl who came here
to help clean. Unfortunately some of my men raped her and as we
could not afford to have trouble with the local farmers she had
to disappear. Before she disappeared she entertained my men for
two days. She was young and not very strong, she did not last
long.
Angie gaped open mouthed at the photos of a young girl of about
17; she was slim and small breasted, with a plain face. In the
first she was fully clothed wearing a cheap cotton dress.
Underneath, she had no bra and some large ugly panties. Angie
could see this as the girl had been photographed as the men
stripped her. The poor thing looked scared stiff. Then there
were many photos of her with men on top of her, sometimes three
at a time using her somehow. Then a terrible last photo of her
transfixed by a post rammed up into her vagina. She appeared to
be in agony. The clothes she was wearing in the photos were on
display together with her long black hair tied up in a ribbon and
some curly black hairs that Angie assumed were pubic hairs. "How
could you let them do this to her?" She blurted out. "You are
animals." "You will find out what animals they are tonight my
dear." The Commandant whispered sibilantly in her ear.
The next section contained a similar horrible collection from an
ugly middle aged woman who the Commandant said was a whore from
the town who came to entertain his men and make some money.
Unfortunately she was unable to cope with the number of clients
and expired while being fucked. In addition to her hair there
were some shriveled pieces of skin that the Commandant said were
the remains of the woman's breasts. He commented that
"Unfortunately we had not found the taxidermist in town at that
time, we are much better at preserving tits now."
The third section contained the clothing and photos of another
whore from the town. She looked about Angie's age but badly worn
through a hard life. This unfortunate woman had stabbed one of
the Commandant's soldiers to death in an argument over money. To
punish her he had given her to his men to play with. There were
many more photos of this woman including close ups of her female
organs and hundreds of her being raped by innumerable men. Angie
was almost sick when she saw the pair of breasts attached to a
board on the wall. They looked completely real except that they
appeared to have been polished by being touched by many hands.
"Yes" the Commandant commented, lovely aren't they? We are very
proud of these. She had good breasts before my men cut them off,
but not as good as yours my dear, you have wonderful nipples."
Angie felt giddy and nauseous; they were going to cut of her
breasts. "You won't let them do that to me please.' She
whimpered. "We are thinking of preserving your cunt and asshole
as well my dear, we think it will be possible." Angie felt as
though she was about to faint and had to sit down on one of the
chairs in the room. She was crying again and the Commandant
offered her a tissue from one of the many boxes lying on tables
scattered around the room.
"We use this room as an incentive you see. Each day 10 men are
allowed to spend one hour each alone in this room as a special
reward for good work. You will see many tissues and rubbish
baskets; this is because they all, how you American's say jerk
off - in here. They enjoy looking at the girls. Already you are
the most popular, come and see your section."
They had to assist Angie into the next section as she had
difficulty in walking on her own. She gasped with horror as she
saw posters of her naked with explicit sharply focused close-ups
of her vagina and breasts. There were photographs of her pinned
up everywhere and several albums full of photos all taken during
the last few days with men leering at her and enjoying her naked
body. There was a video showing on a computer screen with scenes
of her humiliation, jiggling breasts, open vagina, her ass with a
flag sticking out, it appeared to be endless. They had even
taken intimate photos of her bathing and dressing with Ella, they
have a hidden camera, Angie thought irrelevantly through the
mists of her horror.
"Wonderful isn't it." The Commandant exclaimed excitedly. Now
all the men have digital cameras and we can print our own posters
with an ink jet printer. You are by far the most recorded of all
the women, and you have so many clothes. He gestured at the
clothing hanging around the room. All of the skimpy clothing and
underclothing that Angie had been forced to wear was on display.
Already some sixty men have jerk off over you, Angie, and they
have not even fucked you yet!" When they have finished with you
we think we can preserve your pretty cunt and ass so that the
holes can continue to be used long after you have gone, my dear.
Just think how nice it will be to know that you are still giving
pleasure to men and being fucked every day in 20-30 maybe even
100 years time." He leered at her.
"So now you understand what the men will do to you Angie? You
will know nothing but their cocks. Some have very big cocks.
One more than 1 foot I am told. Some are very wide maybe 3 inches
across. They will hurt you much when they come in you and
stretch you so you are no good for any man again. They will use
all your holes at the same time. Yes one, perhaps two or three
in you mouth, one in your ass and one in your cunt. It is
possible to have two in the cunt at the same time; I have seen a
whore with 5 cocks in her. Perhaps you beat the record. I must
ask them to try."
"Now they know you are a slut and a whore. I hear about your
cunt running with your cum you are so excited by my men. That is
good it will make it easier for you with the first ones, they
will not hurt so much if you are wet and ready for them. Maybe
you will even like it for the first 10 or so, after that I think
not. They see your cunt in the public square and now they know
it is free for any man to use so they will not take any notice if
you scream, they just fuck harder so you scream louder." He
chuckled.
"It's up to you now dear Angie. I know you want to fuck all my
men; I see it in your eyes. I also see that you know where to
find Juan, so you can spare yourself a lot of pain if you tell me
where. After tonight you will never want to have sex with a man
again, so you may as well give up Juan now and save yourself for
some nice American man to fuck, marry and have children."
"Do you want to tell me now?"
Angie felt as though she was in some other reality. This could
not happen to any woman. This man, everything he said. It had
to be a dream. She would not tell them how to find Juan. They
would kill him. They would kill her in the most horrible way
possible for a woman; she would be fucked to death. Tears
streaming down her face she stared at the floor and shook her
head.
"Very well the men will enjoy you tonight. I will come for you
at 1am then you will have changed your mind."
Good advice
Back in her cell, Angie did not cry but lay on her bed staring at
the ceiling for most of the afternoon. She kept finding her
hands exploring her body feeling her breasts and vagina, even her
anus. She thought "This is the last time they will be like this.
Tomorrow they will be sore and stretched, perhaps they will
never be the same again, and no use for any man he said. Maybe
they will damage me internally and I will bleed to death. I
don't think they will take me to a doctor."
Then she suddenly realized that she had been touching her vagina
for some time and it was getting wet. Somehow she had started
thinking about all the cocks that would be going into it in a few
hours time. Despite her horror and disgust at what they would do
to her, part of her was sexually excited by it. This filled her
with self loathing and she thought "I really am a slut. I
deserve what they will do to me."
At 5pm, Ella came for her and took her to the bedroom. As usual
she helped Angie bath and make up. She made Angie put on a lot
of perfume and insisted on making her up extravagantly, with
false eyelashes, lots of mascara, eyeliner and bright red
lipstick.
She explained to Angie that it is important for the men to see
you as sexy as possible. If you are attractive to them they will
play with you, if they think you are ugly they will just use you
and be cruel. "The Commandant says he only let them have you for
six hours this time. That is not long, but in that time they can
kill you if you do not do things right. Listen carefully to me
and remember."
"There are two ways in which you can get badly hurt or killed,
either through too much fucking or because they do not like you
and hurt you, like cutting off your tits. So you must make sure
that they always like you and think you are sexy. You may think
that if you are sexy they will want to fuck you more and this is
true, but you can make them take more time, so there is less time
to fuck you, and there are other things you can do."
"To start they will want you to strip for them. I will help you
wear a lot of clothes so it takes longer to take them off. If
you can be sexy and take a long time stripping, maybe an hour,
then that is one hour less fucking. Perhaps 20 less fucks you
have to do. You understand?"
"They will have lieutenant Manzes in charge of you. He is a very
cruel man but he speaks good English. It was he who got the men
to cut off the last whore's tits. You must do anything he tells
you to. If you resist him he will hurt you badly."
"Fucking many men will not hurt you badly; I read that the record
number of men for a woman to fuck at one time is over 300, so 200
is not so bad, especially if you want to fuck. All the men know
about your love juice coming from your cunt yesterday and they
think you want to fuck them. You must make that happen again as
it will be much easier for you if there is much juice in your
cunt. You have been married so you are used to fucking, but you
have not had baby so your cunt is still tight. The men will like
this but maybe you are not so tight after tonight."
"They will use your mouth of course but this will not kill you
unless they put it in your throat and you choke to death. They
will try to put it in your throat, did you ever 'deep throat' a
man before?" Angie replied "No." in a faint voice. "That is a
pity. It is not difficult if you do not panic because you cannot
breathe and stop yourself from wanting to be sick. Do not be
afraid of drowning in cum, you can cough it up when they take
their cock out."
"Use your hands as much as you can, if you are gentle with the
cocks and stroke them where the man likes best they this will
keep him happy and your hands cannot get hurt. When you suck a
man hold his cock with your hands so they stroke it and it not go
in too far, use your tongue to lick it and kiss it with your
lips, that way maybe you can get him to cum before he want to
deep throat you."
"You have had sex before with your ass?" Ella suddenly asked her.
Angie replied almost in a whisper "What do you mean?" "I mean has
a man fuck you in the ass." Ella said in an exasperated voice.
"No, never. I didn't know you could, until I saw the photos in
the Trophy Room." Angie spoke in a little girl voice so small
that Ella could hardly hear her. "Oh tut tut! That is bad! So
your first time will be tonight. It will be very painful for you
and if many of them fuck you there it will be very bloody. It is
your ass I worry about most; it can be dangerous for you if they
do much damage there. You must try to get them to fuck your cunt
or mouth as much as you can so they not want your ass. I will put
some grease in it to make it easier for you."
"When did you last have shit?" Ella asked her. "Last night."
Angie replied perplexed at the sudden change of subject. "Oh you
must shit before you go to the men." "Why?" said Angie "I don't
think I can." "Because you silly ignorant girl, when they fuck
your ass they will get your shit on their cocks and who do you
think will have to clean it?" "Me?" Angie replied weakly "Yes,
with your tongue! You want to eat your own shit? It is better
there is no shit, the men get nasty when they see shit."
"Now it is nearly 7pm your must get dressed."
Ella dressed Angie in sexy red bra and panties, a suspender belt
and stockings, a white blouse that buttoned down the front, a
tight short red skirt with a separate belt and red high heeled
shoes. When she looked in the mirror Angie saw a heavily made up
person who could well be a hooker or a stripper. She tried to
feel sexy knowing that in 20 minutes she would be taking those
clothes off in front of an audience of 200 horny men, but it was
difficult.
She kept worrying that she should have a shit but just didn't
feel like it. She had better have a pee anyway as it would be
hours before she would have a private moment again, from now on
everything about her would be public, she was going to be the
centre of attention for at least 6 hours. As she sat peeing, she
thought that she would be worrying about having stage fright up
there on the stage in front of an audience, except that she had
no words to say. It was only her body that they were interested
in and she just had to do what they wanted. Anything they
wanted. Angie still couldn't shit.
Lieutenant Manzes arrived with two guards to take her to the
Theatre Room.
The Theatre Room
Angie shivered uncontrollably all the way to the Theatre Room and
was then very confused when it turned out to be a small narrow
room with the Commandant and several of his officers sitting and
quietly drinking red wine.
"Ah, good to see you my dear." He greeted her. He looked her up
and down and murmured appreciatively "Perfect." "I had you
brought here so you can see what is in store for you and to give
you one last chance to tell me where to find Juan. Look over
here." He waived to one wall of the room. Angie caught her
breath and her eyes opened wide at the scene before her. The
Theatre Room must have been built as a real theatre as it was
huge. This must have been one of the boxes in the original
theatre which had been glassed in, she thought with one way glass
as they had a view of the whole auditorium but nobody looked up
at them.
She felt faint and about to black out, not at the theatre but at
the men. The room was packed with men; she thought there must be
several hundred. "You said there would be 200." she whispered
almost to herself. "No, my dear, I said there are 230 men in the
garrison, but unfortunately you have become very famous in this
Province and men have come here in buses, cars and motorcycles
from a great distance, some as far as 300 kilometers. The
opportunity to fuck a woman such as you is something they will
remember all their life and tell stories about in their old age,
there are few who will want to miss it. "How many?" she gasped.
"We think about 400, we are not sure." "Oh God no, no, no."
Angie moaned.
The men looked very rowdy and most of them seemed to be drinking
from what looked like beer bottles. "What are they drinking?"
She asked, with a terrible sense of foreboding, if they were
drunk it would be much worse, they would not respect her at all.
"Rum" he replied. "We give them all 2 bottles of rum to
celebrate with. This can be good for you as maybe some of them
cannot raise their cocks they have so much to drink." He
sniggered. "But I think most of them know that this could happen
and will be careful until they have had their turn."
As Angie's eyes got used to the darkness in the theatre, she
screwed up her eyes in disbelief. All around the walls there
were huge photographs of naked women. No they were all one
woman; her. Even from this distance Angie could see enormous
enlargements of her vagina and breasts, together with many photos
of her undressing or in skimpy transparent clothing.
In strategic positions there were several large monitors showing
video's of Angie, the current scene was one taken yesterday
evening as Angie could see her getting out of the jeep naked and
being forced to walk through a crowd of men with her arms
handcuffed behind her back. For a long time the camera focused
on a close-up of her jiggling breasts, they looked gigantic on
the screens.
The stage at one end of the theatre was brilliantly lit and had
several pieces of strange looking furniture on it with chains,
leather straps, whips, handcuffs and other items she could not
describe let alone know their purpose. She could also see at
least 3 video cameras mounted on tripods although there could
have been more in the shadows. At the back of the stage there
was a colossal TV screen of the sort that they have at football
matches, it was also showing a video, this one was of Angie being
bathed by Ella. Angie hadn't appreciated that Ella spent quite
so much time soaping her breasts and suddenly realized that Ella
was probably lesbian. Looking at some of the men in the audience
she thought that they all probably already knew this. The men
seemed totally hypnotized by the sight of Ella's hands caressing
Angie's breasts.
She couldn't believe how well equipped the Theatre Room was. It
was like a rock concert spectacular, it must have cost a fortune.
For the first time she began to suspect her coming ordeal might
not be just for the men to enjoy. It occurred to her that there
must be many foul perverts in the world that would pay good money
to see an innocent woman raped by several hundred men.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the Commandant. "Yes,
Lieutenant Manzes. How many men do you plan to fuck this lady
tonight?" "We hope to get through 220 sir!" Angie's eyes shot
wide open her mouth gaped as she let out a long moan and her
knees gave way. Fortunately, Lieutenant Manzes was quick enough
to catch her before she fell to the floor. She was not actually
unconscious but her mind was in a whirl as she tried to calculate
how many men he expected to fuck her each hour. As somebody gave
her some sweet liquid to drink, she coughed it was like
drinking jet fuel swallowed and blurted out in a quavering
voice "That's nearly 40 an hour!" her voice rising to an
hysterical note with sheer disbelief. "I can't do that, it's
impossible."
The lieutenant looked puzzled and corrected her "No, I worked it
our on none for the first hour then 20 each hour." "But that's
eleven hours." Angie groaned. "You said you would stop them at
1am." She accused the Commandant. "I said that I would come and
see you at 1am so you can tell me where to find Juan, but if you
do not tell me they keep on until 7am, by that time they will be
very drunk and I think the rate of fucking will increase. It is
not too late to avoid your fate dear lady, tell me now and I will
cancel this event although the men will be very angry."
Angie was filled with a mixture of relief that it was only 20 an
hour (how could she think that, normally one man would be too
much for her) and horror at learning that they might have her for
12 hours. She shook her head "No, never!" She cried
emphatically. Inside a small voice was saying to her "You really
want to fuck all those men don't you." "No!" she said, "no I
don't."
"Very well" barked the Commandant "on with the show." He had a
big grin on his face, not just as he was looking forward to
watching the American girl being raped but because he was
thinking of how much he would get for the tapes. They would edit
them using their state-of-the art PC software and cut a DVD, this
could sell for over a million US dollars he thought to himself.
Enough to retire on, he could not expect to get away with this
forever. They paid well for the other 3 women but this one was
different a very pretty American woman with such tits and cunt
and so nave, they would love the sound of her screaming as she
was penetrated by more men than ever before. After tonight he
would have other things for her which would increase the value of
her DVDs, they could try for the world record.
Striptease
Angie felt a bit tipsy as the lieutenant took her down the stairs
and to the back of the stage, she was thinking she had to be sexy
and maybe the alcohol would help. In a few minutes she would
strip in front of an audience of 400 men. 400 cocks would be
hard for her. She wanted to rub her vagina with her hand but she
dared not do that. The noise of the men was getting louder as
they impatiently stamped their feet and tapped their bottles.
Then suddenly she was shivering uncontrollably again, this time
big shakes, and her hands, everything was trembling. "I can't do
it she gasped bending double. Her stomach was turning over and
she wanted to throw up, she felt dizzy, her mind was whirling and
she thought she would faint." "Oh yes you can." The lieutenant
murmured as he dragged her on to the stage.
There was a great cheer and wolf whistles from the men. Angie
couldn't see anything the lights were so bright. Then she could
see the men in the first few rows shouting and waving at her. To
either side of her there were monitors placed deliberately so she
could see herself. What she saw was a very pretty looking woman
dressed up like a tart. She stopped shivering and knew that she
was ready.
The crowd fell silent as the Lieutenant gabbled something to them
in Spanish. They stayed silent as some music started playing.
Angie thought "I know that music, The Stripper isn't it. Oh how
corny for her first striptease to be done to 'The Stripper'."
The lieutenant hissed at her "Strip!! Make it good slut or I will
let them rip your insides out!" and left.
She was alone in the centre of the stage lit by two spotlights
with over 400 men looking at her, waiting for her to undress and
show them her body, her breasts, her vagina. Angie was so scared
but in some way elated and excited.
Angie started to move in time with the music swaying her hips in
what she hoped was a sexy manner. She ran her tongue across her
lips to make them shine and parted her mouth slightly. She
caught herself in the monitor as they showed a close up of her
face. She really did look sexy, her cheeks were flushed and her
lips looked unusually full. She wondered if her breasts were
swollen as well, her husband had told her they got bigger when
she was sexed up. The men would like this she thought as would
all the perverts who would view the video. Would anybody who
knew her see it? Well if they did they would find out that she
could be very sexy "No longer miss nice girl'.
She started to run her hands up and down her body pausing at her
crutch "oh that felt nice" and her breasts. She wanted to feel
her nipples. "Why not she thought, that's what they want. I
don't have to be shy about it, after all everybody watching is
going to see me fucking soon." She let her hands play with her
nipples which felt as hard as they had ever been. The crowd went
wild shouting and whistling at her.
Angie had never been on stage before and for the first time she
felt the enormous impact of a large audience willing her on,
loving her wanting to enjoy her body with their eyes. The effect
was so stimulating it was like having sex for the first time but
much more so. She could already feel wetness between her legs.
Good they had said it would make it easier for her, but she
wanted some cock there already.
Her hands went to the top button of her blouse and undid it, then
the second. Then she lent forward in time to the music so her
cleavage and the red bra could be seen by the audience down her
neckline. The monitors were showing a close up of her display.
Then the remaining buttons and she pulled her blouse off slowly
one shoulder at a time. She was going to drop it on the floor
then she remembered that strippers sometimes threw their clothes
to the audience. She didn't think she would be getting back into
her clothes anytime tonight, so what the heck. She threw her
blouse to the men in the front row, which created pandemonium as
they fought for the souvenir. Eventually it was shredded as
several men managed to retain pieces.
In his box the Commandant made a mental note to recover the
pieces for the Trophy Room. The whore was performing well,
either she really was very sexy or somebody had coached her well.
He thought to himself.
Angie's hands were caressing her thighs now and she inched the
tight skirt up to show more of her legs. She remembered Sharon
Stone in that movie when she opened her legs up for those
policemen, what an impact that had. She was still wearing
panties but she could try it. To the beat of the music she
hitched her skirt up enough to allow her to squat down facing her
audience. The camera men had followed her cue and were already
focusing on her knees when she slowly and deliberately opened her
legs wide to allow 400 men to see up her skirt. They loved it.
The noise was deafening as they stamped their feet and yelled at
her.
She straightened up and slowly undid her belt and slid it out of
its loops. She was going to throw it to the audience but dropped
it on the floor thinking that they might want to use that to tie
her up later. What was she thinking! Was she crazy! She opened
her mouth at the thought of being tied up and then didn't know
what to do with it so licked her lips with her tongue again.
Then she realized that the men would probably think this meant
that she desired a cock to suck on. Maybe she did.
She glimpsed the monitor again; one of the cameras had been
panning across the audience and was stopping to zoom in on any
men who had their cocks out. It showed a close up of one man's
penis, it looked huge and very very hard and erect. Her eyes
opened wide and for a moment she stopped to stare at it. A
shiver ran down her spine. The audience saw her expression as
she looked at the cock and there were guffaws of laughter all
over the auditorium. Angie shook herself and stared at them; she
shivered and bit her trembling lower lip then licked her lips
again. The audience thought that this was even funnier.
She had to get on with the striptease before that part of her
mind that was scared stiff took over and she froze. Still
shaking she undid the zip of her skirt and the clip. She had
lost time with the music now and she couldn't get the clip
undone. She fumbled beginning to panic. Deep breaths and she
got it undone. She dropped her skirt to the floor forgetting to
throw it at the audience. Then for the second time the audience
appreciation hit her in a huge wave. They loved seeing her in
her garter belt panties and stockings. She saw what they liked
so much in a monitor and began to feel sexy again.
She kicked off her right shoe and put her foot up on a table and
with her leg stretched to give her audience the best view she
unclipped that garter and slowly rolled the stocking down her
leg. Angie knew that she had good legs and that she was playing
well to the audience. She pulled the stocking off and threw it
to the men. They loved it. She did the same with her left leg.
Then she wriggled the garter belt off, hesitated frowning not
knowing what to do with it and then dropped it onto the stage.
"Want more tying up slut" she thought.
Now for it; she had to show herself and soon they would start
using her. Her breasts first of course, most of the men had seen
them already she thought and then remembered that many were
visitors and that this would be their first view of her. She had
to expose her breasts to 400 men, so just do it sexy she thought.
Taking a big breath she slipped her right hand into the left cup
of her bra. Her nipple was as hard as a rock with excitement;
closing her eyes she felt her nipple touching it gently. It felt
so good; she would love to have male hands on her. She thought
of Juan, perhaps he would do this to her one day. Angie loved
having her nipples touched. Well she used to love it, maybe she
would hate it after tonight, she thought.
After playing with both tits in her bra she slipped the straps
off her shoulders and reached behind her to undo the hooks at the
back. As she arched her back she saw that all the cameras were
zoomed in on her chest. She undid the hooks but held the bra in
place by crossing her arms across her breasts. She slipped each
strap down over her elbows and off the hands, still coyly
covering herself. Then Angie stared straight at the audience as
she pulled the bra off and flung it at them. She pushed her bare
breasts out at them giving them plenty of time to have a good
look; all the monitors were focused on her breasts along with
every man in the auditorium.
Angie looked down at her own breasts with her eyes half closed.
They did look good. They seemed unusually big and her white skin
was tinged with a pink flush. Her nipples were incredibly
screwed up and wrinkled. She glanced at the monitor and saw that
it was focused on her nipples in crisp close-up; the screen
seemed to be filled with bright pink. Angie knew that the huge
screen behind her would be showing the same image and that every
man in the place wanted to touch her nipples. Licking her lips
again, she started to play with her nipples gently pulling on
them and feeling the weight of her breasts. One of the men in
the front row started to climb up on the stage to get to her
until he was dragged back by his peers.
After a while she noticed that the men were beginning to chant
something, she didn't know what they were saying, but suddenly
realized she had spent too long playing with her breasts and that
they wanted to see her pussy. She had to do it. She wanted to
do it. She slipped her right hand into her panties while she
continued to play with her nipple with her left hand. She slid
the hand in her panties down to her slit and started to rub it
gently. It was so wet! The men were making a racket with their
bottles again. Angie glanced at the monitor to see what was
making them so noisy. Oh no! It showed a close up of her red
panties with the shape of her hand inside them fingering herself,
but what shocked her was the big black area of her panties where
her juices had made them wet.
She knew that all the men would have heard about her getting wet
yesterday, but now 400 of them could see for themselves what an
oversexed slut she is. They would want to fuck her even more and
give her no mercy. The other monitor was showing cocks again and
this time many of the men were using their hands to stroke their
cocks up and down. Angie let out an involuntary sigh and
shuddered as she thought that soon they would be rubbing those
cocks inside her.
She had to stop playing with herself and get her panties off.
She pulled her hand out and used both her hands to slip her
panties off and guiltily let them drop to the floor. Immediately
several men from the front row jumped up and reached onto the
stage for them. One of them grabbed her panties and standing up
so everybody could see him deliberately sniffed the wet area and
pretended to faint with pleasure. Soon her panties were being
passed around the auditorium for men to smell and enjoy her
juices. Angie gulped, if they did that to her panties what would
they do to her!
Now she was naked in front of 400 hot men, what should she do?
Angie started to feel her breasts again. That was good. She
thought and then her slit. Oh no don't do that not in front of
these men. Ever since Angie had been a teenager there had been
times when she had touched herself until she climaxed, usually
thinking of some man she knew or a rock star. Now she knew she
was going to do it in front of an audience.
She slipped her fingers into her vagina and started to caress her
clitoris. Soon her eyes were closed and she was moaning to
herself as she wriggled her bottom in time to the music. It felt
so good and she was nude in front of all these men and soon all
those cocks would be in her. She moved faster and faster as she
felt herself cumming. Then she panted Oh! Oh! Oaaahhh! As she
felt her muscles tighten and she went into a long shuddering
orgasm.
Her eyes were still closed when she realized that the music had
stopped and the whole auditorium was silent, She couldn't believe
it, she had been in a dream alone in bed as a teenager with her
nightie pulled up to her waist, Angie opened her eyes and saw
this great crowd of men playing with themselves and watching her
naked body. She was nude in front of them and had masturbated
with them watching! She would never forgive herself for that,
she had gone too far. She knew she was a dirty horrible slut and
would have to submit to everything she deserved.
Suddenly the audience erupted into a pandemonium cheering,
clapping and stamping, the whole auditorium seemed to be
vibrating. They had heard that the American girl was sexy but
nobody had expected a show like this. Almost none of them had
ever seen a woman masturbate before let alone on stage, no decent
woman they knew would even touch themselves, but this was a
foreign slut and prostitute, oh how they would thrust themselves
into that wet cunt when their turn came, they would make the
whore scream for more.