We meet, as agreed, at a coffee shop close to where you live. Struck by how ordinary I am, no dominant air, quietly spoken and polite, we make conversation about everyday things. You think you have wasted your time, and long to go home, to get back on-line to find what you really want.
Excuses made, you get up to leave, I offer to drive you home, you decline, saying "it's not far".
I say softly in your ear, "get in the car." You obey.
I drive to your address, which I already know. I drive straight past your house, you speak, I tell you to be silent. You obey. I continue on to a distant suburb and turn into a street of neat ordinary houses. One house stands out - it has a high brick wall and steel gates. I drive through the gates and you notice that the front windows of the house have been bricked over. You feel both fear and excitement. I lead you to the house and we enter through the back door. It is dark inside, but you can see that it is just an ordinary house, but something doesn't feel right. You instinctively know there are other people in the house, other men, although the house is quiet.
I lead you down a dark hallway to a small room. Pushing you into the room, I tell you to get dressed and close and lock the door behind you. There is a heavy security screen on the window. You notice lingerie laid out on the bed, your lingerie! Shocked to realize this had been planned, you tremble with excitement as you choose your favourite pieces to wear. A short time later you hear footsteps and voices, the door is thrown open and two men walk in. One is dressed in a shirt and tie, the other is wearing jeans and a flannel shirt, and both are wearing masks. They grab you roughly and lead you down the hallway to a steel door, you can hear voices now. The door is opened and you are led into a brightly lit room. Silence falls as the assembled men stare at you. There are around twenty men, all wearing masks. You wonder what you have gotten yourself into.
The room smells of sweat and alcohol. They have been drinking, there are many empty bottles, cans and glasses on a table near the door. The room is window-less and the walls are padded, and you wonder if the room is sound-proofed. It is. Several of the men have cameras of various kinds. I tell you to sit in the middle of the room, on the cold tiled floor. You obey. It is then that you notice a large computer screen on which you see yourself. Looking at me with a question in your eyes, you begin to comprehend.
I sneer and laugh at you and say "you didn't find me, I found you, I chose you. Tonight thousands of people are going to watch on-line as you are degraded and humiliated. A DVD will be made of this night, and sold around the world. You are going to make me a lot of money, you little filth fucker!".
The men all laugh and jeer and start chanting "slut ! slut ! slut!".
I shout above the noise and say "okay men, introduce your self to it".
Many move forward and spit on you. Saliva and flem hit your face and body. Loving the attention, you open your mouth to allow the men to spit straight into your mouth. One man walks up to you and blows his nose into your mouth. You taste the slimy snot and savour it, and then swallow.
Cameras are flashing and you hear comments -
"disgusting",
"hot",
"dirty little cunt",
"this guy loves it",
"filthy little scum".
"what a snivelling little queer".
Some are getting their cocks out and stroking themselves hard. A cold shiver runs through you.
I ask "who needs to empty their bladder?" Pretty much every hand goes up, and you realize they had been drinking with a purpose in mind. I get a funnel with a tube attached, and shove the tube down your throat.
You gag, but I don't care, "take it you stupid little bitch!"
Without warning the men start pissing in the funnel. The piss goes through the tube and into your belly, and you try to swallow, but you can't, and you exhale piss through your nose as you choke and try to cough. Laughter fills the room.
I remark "pathetic sub trash."
Inwardly you agree. To be used and abused is your purpose in life, your reason for being.
I shove the tube back down your throat, and more piss soon follows. Becoming used to the stream of piss, you manage to swallow more of the amber fluid, your favourite drink. Many miss the funnel of course, and your lingerie and whole body become soaked, your hair dripping with piss, your eyes stinging.
After the men have stopped pissing, you see through bleary eyes that I am handing out pills. You wonder what the pills are. Recreational drugs? No. It's a powerful laxative. I smile, knowing what is going to happen to the filthy little sub whore, and how much money I am going to make. How easy you were to find, to manipulate. I feel utter contempt for you. I would spit on you, but you are not worthy of my saliva. You are less than nothing.
The men take their clothes off. I stay clothed. I wouldn't lower myself to touch you.
The ingested drug takes effect. Men begin to fart loudly. They fart in your face, in your mouth.
One grunts "I'm ready" and rushes forward.
Two men hold your head still, your mouth open. The man strains and shits straight into your mouth! You are forced to chew and swallow. Vomit rises in your throat and you puke violently. More shit follows, becoming more runny, covering your face, neck, and chest. Man after man shits on you, all over you, you love every minute of it, and know this is the single best moment of your worthless life. More piss follows, and the men start to spray you with cum load after cum load, as they get off on seeing what disgusting filth you are.
I look on, impassive, unmoved.
Eventually the men leave, you are left on the floor coated in piss, shit, cum and vomit.
I move the pc screen so you can see your complete absolute degradation.
I leave the room, locking the door behind me. I have to decide what to do with you next, now that I own you.