by Nicola Diaz
Chapter 5
I don’t even notice when I am being taken out of the suspension device, or even by how many men. They hold me up, many hands, and they pull on the clamps a little more. Then the hands find my pussy and my asshole, and dig deep. These fingers move inside me and around me, all with differing degrees of intensity that I know for sure that it is not just one or two men, but really many. These men have waited patiently for the opportunity to touch me, and now that they have it, they intend to make the most of it.
Then they bring me to my knees, and I look down towards the earth. I cannot see nothing, but I am imagine the ground is closer to me now than it was before, as close as it was when Axel first rubbed his balls in my face. I had forgotten about the dog collar around my neck, but am reminded of it now because the leash is being pulled on and my face is lifted again, so that I know that I must be looking up and around me.
I hear the sound of meat being pulled on, and I know that the men around me must be beating their love sticks. Then one of them suddenly rubs his balls in my face, and then shoves his cock in my mouth. It is not as big as Axel’s, but still it is no less intrusive. He fucks my mouth for a little while before making space for another man. This second man also sends his cock all the way into my mouth, and fucks me hard. He too gives way for a third man, who after a short while gives way for a fourth. I soon lose count of the number of cocks in my mouth, although they all have a distinct flavor and scent.
More balls are rubbed in my face, almost a dozen. Some of them force their sacks into my mouth and I suck on them, not really having a choice. If Axel wanted to really humiliate me in public, than this would be how he would do it. With all these cocks being forced into my mouth and over my face, all my dignity has gone out of the window. I know that it will be over soon though, because men are just designed not to be able to hold themselves back from cumming for too long, unless of course these men were Axel.
Then the sound of them masturbating fills my ears, and fills my head. I hear this as though they were fucking me in my ears. I don’t know where to look, where to hide my face, knowing that soon I will be raised on my so much semen it will take a long shower to clean myself up. But there is nowhere for me to go, nowhere to turn too, nowhere to run. I wait for them to start shooting, but instead I am suddenly stuffed with cock in my mouth again.
Another cock finds its way into my mouth though, thick and uncircumcised. I try to get the foreskin off the head, but with just my mouth this is not possible. So every time it is pushed into my mouth the foreskin moves back off the dome, but when it is pulled from me, then the foreskin moves back over the head and I am left with the lingering taste of this flap of flesh. His foreskin really is as thick and as hard as his dick.
Suddenly my face warms. I am still sucking on the uncircumcised meat, but one, and then two of the men around me are cumming already, raining seed onto the sides of my face. Then a couple more men are cumming and my face is suddenly soaked. The blindfold isn’t spared either as the cum drizzles and then storms down on me. I try to turn away, but all that happens is I turn into the clear shot of cum from another dick. I am pulled back onto the cock that was in my mouth though.
There are a lot of dicks around me if the cum raining on me is anything to go by. The dick in my mouth starts to pulse too, and I am sure that he too is about to cum. He does, filling my mouth with so much semen that I choke on it. I try to swallow most of it, but it just keeps on coming. I thought that I liked the taste of cum before, but I hadn’t realized that it came in so many flavors. Another dick is shoved into my mouth as soon as the one already in it is empty, and he too cums down my throat.
As the cum keeps on raining on me I try to look down, only to be pulled back up by the leash. I just relent eventually and take it, on my face, in my hair, in my mouth. The grunting around me is animalistic as the men cum one after the other, some of them together. They rub their dicks in my face, stirring the semen on me, mixing it into one thick love stew. Shame fills me, but the anxiety has started to fade. There is nothing left for me to lose now, no dignity, and certainly no part of me, physically.
I am left alone in the room now, with my clothes thrown on the floor next to me. My handbag is still left in the room too, and I am glad that they didn’t find the camera sewn into the side. The blindfold is taken off me, and I am left to sort myself out. As I gather my things the story is already starting to form in my head. I also start to think of ways to get my hands on the $20 000 entry fee so that I can join this club…
THE END
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Humiliate Me!
Chapter 1
Drake’s nuts are huge and heavy in my hand as I squeeze. I pull down hard, yanking the large orbs away from his body as he lets out a yelp. He follows my hand, and pulls on my hair, still in a ponytail, held together by an elastic band. My whole head hurts as my face is pulled towards his cock, thick even though the shorts. I pull down harder, determined to rip his balls clean out of their sack. The sack holds though, and after another futile attempt I let go.
He twists my ponytail so that my head turns, and then my body. I plant my feet firmly in the ground as he rubs his large dick in my face. I try to bite it, but he pulls away just in time to escape my teeth. Then again he rubs my face in his crotch, so hard that I can smell the sweat. Again I go for him with my teeth, and just graze his nut sack. He pulls me up to his face and breathes deep into my nose, garlic and chewing tobacco I think, before he pushes me away.
I come up to him now, quickly, and I send my hands underneath his arms. With a twist I turn him over, and then bring him down to the ground. Before he can recover to standing I sit on his face, with all my weight, and then push my ass down deep into his nose. He opens his mouth, and I sit my cunt deep into his gaping hole. Drake literally breathes in my juices and I almost like it. I push down harder, and try to suffocate him, unsuccessfully. Then he grabs my thighs and pulls me deeper into his face, and I realize that he too is liking this shit as much as I almost am.
Drake suddenly blows up into me, deep into my pussy and over my ass, and the tingle gets me to move off his face a little. I adjust quickly though, and sink my ass directly onto his face again, really suffocating the shit out of him now. I hold my place for just as long as it takes him to drift into a semi-conscious state and then I lift myself completely off him. I turn to his face with my own and breathe into his face now, into his nose.
I look down his chest, and over to where he has an incredible bulge in his shorts. My face is drawn to it, but I stop on his nipples. Biting into the thick protrusions I try not to draw blood. The taste of his sweat though is invasive, and my mouth burns at it. I try to pull away, but I cannot, sinking my teeth deeper into his nipples until I can actually taste the blood. I lift my mouth off them, and blow, more for my benefit than his though. He starts to come around, so I make my way to his cock and bite hard into the thickness of it. I try in vain to find the head.
Drake comes round completely now, and pushes my head down harder into his dick. Suddenly I remember the audience, millions of people around the world watching this fight on their television screens. I bite harder into his cock, and then finally find the head, and bite even harder. He yanks my head back up, again by my ponytail, and spits into my face. I ignore this, returning the spit with a huge blob of my own and watch as it trickles down the side of his face.
I’m done with this fight, and I know that I can win it. MMA is my thing after all, and even against a strong opponent like Drake, I know I can do it. I reach for his face and block his nose and mouth with one hand. I hold his head against my hand with the other one hard, and watch as he struggles to breathe. Then I pulls his head down hard and watch as it hi
ts the floor. Again I sit on him and really grind my ass and cunt against his nose and deep into his mouth. He flails for a moment and then starts to slow down. He is a big man, and he is slow. I use this to my advantage.
When he stops moving altogether I lift myself off him, and then I grab his balls again. I squeeze and twist, and get no reaction from Drake. I check to see if he is still breathing, and once I confirm that he is, I raise his hand and then lower it to the floor again. The crowd goes insane, and I know that I have won. As he starts to come out of his semi-coma Drake sees me standing over him, and he knows that he has lost. I raise both my arms and I can almost hear the crowds in their living rooms roaring with cheers. I know of course that there are still a few who hate the fact that Drake just got his ass kicked by a woman.
“Easy Natalia, don’t get cocky,” I tell myself. I just look around the audience, seeing a few faces past the cameras. As I get out of the ring I pass Harrison, who is the most sadistic fighter here tonight. Actually, Harrison is the most sadistic fighter in recent MMA history. I want a go at him, really I do. So I watch with increasing anticipation as he pummels Blaze, his semi-final opponent. Blaze is almost as sadistic as Harrison, so the fight could really go any which way. The anxiety of it all suddenly overwhelms me as Blaze is brought to his knees and then sent to sleep in the grip of Harrison’s thighs. It is swift, and quick, and beautiful to watch…
Chapter 2
I walk passed the cage that the final fight is going to be fought. It is rigged with suspension devices and ropes, and lined with flaming torches. It looks almost as intimidating as my opponent, but there is nothing that I can do to get out of this one now. I won every fight, and I knew that the possibility existed that I would face Harrison in the final. This is the final, and I am both nervous and excited at the same time. If I can beat Harrison, wouldn’t that be something.
Entering the cage I am as prepared as I’m going to be. Harrison looks at me with a menacing grimace, almost as though he cannot believe that his final opponent will be a woman. He also looks like he plans to enjoy this fight a great deal. We both look at the cameras, and then at the media. They look at us intently, literally salivating at the possibility before them, almost as much as the ringside audience is, drooling at what lies ahead. I intend to give them quite a show, despite what Harrison’s intentions are for this final tournament.
We circle each other, taking mock jabs at one another. I kick him on his side a couple of times and he blocks my kicks easily. Then he kicks me hard and I fall to my knees quickly. He comes in and grabs my leg, twisting it so that I am turned onto my stomach. Harrison palms my pussy almost immediately, and then holds this palm against my face, letting me know just what the tone of this fight is going to be. His hand is large in my face, and the smell of sweat and pussy hangs heavy on it.
After giving my ankle a good twist, he lets it go and I scurry to my feet. I turn to face him immediately and he is holding the hand to his own nose now, smiling at the whiff. I am circling him more than he is me, and I realize that I am just tiring myself out. I need to let him come to me, come at me, so that the paradigms of power are shifted. Harrison is a clever fighter though, and he knows exactly what he is doing. So do I though, and I wait for him to make his move.
Then he comes in to me and I try to duck out of the way. I manage to jump on his back, and I send my arm around his neck. This is a no-holds barred tournament, and I plan to hold nothing back. I suspect that Harrison has the same thoughts, and that he knows too though that he has a clear strength advantage. He turns around on his feet a couple of times, not trying to throw me off or make me dizzy. More like a father giving his kid a piggy-back ride. Eventually I slide down his back, the sweat making it impossible for me to get a grip.
I fall to the floor, and suddenly Harrison is on top of me. He is on his knees behind me, me on my knees, and he has me in a choke hold now. Then he sends a hand under my tank and pulls hard on my nipple. I breathe deep, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream, or seeing me squirm. I try to pull myself away from him but it is impossible. Then he pulls on the other nipple, harder, and then takes my whole breast into his hand. He squeezes hard.
Almost as quickly he sends the hand that isn’t around my neck down my belly. He pulls me up so that the front of me is exposed to every camera that is in front of me. Harrison holds me up to the audience, letting them know that he has me in his grip. Then, slowly, he sends this hand into my shorts. My panties are wet, soaked with sweat, but he doesn’t mind. He sends a finger underneath them and makes direct and rough contact with my clit. The crowd around us goes absolutely crazy.
So this is the show that he intends to put on for them. This is the game that he wants to play. His rough fingers move against my clit, hard, and then they find the inside of my cunt. I hate it, but love it, not showing this love on my face though. I cannot let him see that this is something that I want. Harrison digs deep into my pussy with just the one finger, and moves this finger around inside me for a moment before he pulls it out of me. Then he forces this finger into my mouth.
Again he lets me go, pushing me down to the ground and standing up, raising both his fists in the air. The crowd really seems to enjoy this, as does the media. I hear their commentary, so close are they to the ring. I look around at the torches, counting them for no particular reason. There are twelve of them, and they are burning incredibly bright. I find Harrison quickly again, and I know that this fight needs to come to a swift end if I am to avoid the embarrassment that I’m sure he has planned for me.
I watch for his hands, trying to make the most appropriate move at the appropriate time. Then I watch him approach me, almost as though he were coming at me in slow motion. I grab his wrist and bend it back in an unnatural arch, and then go for his balls with my free hand. His nuts are bigger even than Drake’s, and he knows this. I am impressed, but there is no time for me to focus on the size of these balls. I squeeze hard, and pull even harder. He doesn’t even flinch.
Twisting his balls I look at his face, searching for a response, getting nothing. I yank harder, squeezing the balls so that they settle between my fingers, and finally he lets out a soft moan. But he is mocking me. He likes it. I realize too late that I am standing a little too close to him because he suddenly has me held up close to him. He pulls my shorts down, and I look around for the match official before realizing that this isn’t against the rules. Apart from him inserting the back of one of the torches into my cunt or my ass, nothing is illegal here tonight.
I’m not wearing any panties, and I almost regret this. My pussy is neatly shaven though, so even if the whole world is watching me, at least that is one less thing to be embarrassed about. He grabs a hold of my cunt again, full in the palm of his sweaty hands, moving roughly over my pussy until my clit blooms. Then he inserts a finger into me again, deep, hard, and I scream out loudly in retaliation. Harrison moves the finger inside me around a little more and then pulls it out fast.
He watches me on all fours, moving away from him, leaving my shorts behind in his hands. Harrison raises my shorts, along with himself up high, and then swings the short around in the air before sniffing them, and then licking them, quick licks, almost like he would if he were licking my clit. I try to pull my tank down over my cunt, but it barely goes past my belly button. I give up the fight, standing up, defying him, showing him that I really don’t give a fuck.
I pretend to lift my top, looking at the cameras, confirming my defiance. Then I let the top settle around my midriff and I turn to Harrison again, watching him crew on the corner of my shorts before spitting them out and stepping on them. He crushes the shorts under his foot and then kicks them away, before going down on his haunches and calling me to him with both his hands. I go down too, placing a hand on each of my knees, cracking my neck by tilting my head back and to the sides. I must focus now, or risk being this sadistic fuck’s plaything.
Harrison rushes for me now, quick, too quick
, and he grabs my neck. He pulls me close to him and spits in my face before licking the saliva off my sweaty skin. Then he licks my lips with the same flickers that he licked my shorts. I shut my mouth tightly, denying him entry. He kicks me in the side of my ribcage hard and I double over, my face in his hands now. He tilts my head back and spits into my now-open mouth. Then he sends his tongue into my mouth, flicking it all over around the inside of me. I want to bite it, but I can’t.
When the reality of the fight returns to me I grab a hold of his arms, and twist them, hoping that he will release my face. He doesn’t though, gripping harder into my cheeks, and mimicking my twists. He knows that he is stronger than me. But I am faster, I tell myself. I just need to get into the groove of this altercation, and make use of my agility. This agility though, seems to count against me, because Harrison lets go of my face and grabs my thighs, pulling my up and splitting me so that my cunt is fully exposed. He parades my gaping cunt towards the cameras.
He spits on my punani, huge blobs of coldness that runs all over the surface of me, and then down my legs. He lifts me high up off the ground so that my ponytail hangs to the floor, barely touching the ground. Harrison closes and then opens my legs a few times, like he is playing an accordion, and then he just drops me to the floor. I hit the ground hard, and scurry away from him, creating just enough distance to get my bearings. Quickly I am on my feet again, and I run the saliva over my pussy before sending some of it inside me with my own finger. This offers just enough of a distraction for me to get my head back in the game.
