Motel Magic Hour Part 2
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I must have drifted off to sleep multiple times before I finally gave way to u*********sness. It was amazing that I was even able to achieve such a feat given that I could only breathe through my nose and my wrists and ankles were secured in steel cuffs and binding me to the chair they placed me in.
Lisa, the sissy who had been relentlessly ****d nonstop in front of me for an hour, seemed to have also lost consciousness, though her hips constantly, but subtly, rocked up and down on the wedge they had elevated her fuck hole with.
Cars came and went from the seedy motel. I could hear big rigs passing up and down the highway; I could tell which direction they were going too.. as the motel was situated at the very top of a ridge in a heavily forested area, a steep incline caused the truckers to trigger that braking system... thing.. that was so loud and noisy... when they were coming in from the coal state to the east.
A tiny pang of panic skipped through my mind.
I knew vehicles. 2 hours as a fully realized sissy faggot and I was already forgetting car parts and functions. It was a silly kind of panic, but a very real one.
Every time the headlights shined through the little crack between the drawn curtains, I would stir; wondering if our r****t masters had returned from their meal. Car doors would open and close.. lewd male voices could be heard guffawing and laughing. Some sounded drunk; others sounded like they were unnaturally wasted.
God this place was such a trashy dump.
I considered myself a sissy faggot; not a trashy whore. So far this was my only regret to this weekend.
But then I would glance toward Lisa's exposed crotch, swollen and red from the massive inflatable plug they had filled her with. The dried cum that had leaked out of her hole and over her pathetic ball sack covered her crotch as well and became glistening white in the pale light of the room.
I was a sissy faggot; I would be a whored out trashy prostitute if my master wanted me to be.
***
The sound of the door lock echoed through the room, startling both Lisa and I. We had both passed out again, and we both let out pained moans as we were caught off guard by the entourage of men who had restrained us.
“I can't believe there are that many replies already. I figured every pervert in 3 counties was already here.” one of them said.
“They are both popular; and one hasn't even been wrecked yet.”
Their voices from outside the door were muffled but understandable. Their conversation continued even as they stepped inside. “Well, I'd say Lisa is ready for her debut, and this one is due a thorough workout.”
“.. imagine the replies on craigslist when we post pics and video of her abuse.”
They looked us over, chuckling as they descended onto Lisa; unlocking her ankles and carefully undoing the knots securing the rest of her restrained body.
“How you feeling, fag?” they teased as they pulled her up off the bed and stood her on wobbly legs. The man who invited me, Frederick, removed the cuffs from my wrists and ankles as the others worked out the kinks in Lisa's body.
The sounds coming from her sounded so pained and desperate.. as though she was still d**gged, but still too horny to care.
Frederick gathered the chains up and handed them off to his friends who proceeded to cuff Lisa's hands behind her back and her ankles to the transport chain that connected them to her wrists. She was still gagged but I finally got a good look at her face.
She was a real beauty.. glossy cherry-red lips wrapped around the red ballgag they had seated deeply into her mouth. Pale fair skin and genuine blushing on her reddened cheeks. The strap around her face that secured the gag in her mouth dug deeply into her cheeks, and it too had been locked in place by a small padlock.
“Time to get this pathetic pinky faggot onto the bed and filled with cum now.”
The two men scrawled something onto a sheet of paper with her red lipstick and proceeded to tape it to the back of Lisa's collar.
“Out you go, sweety fuck cheeks.” one man said as he took her by the arm and led her to the door. For the first time since my arrival did I see Lisa finally resisting and protesting. “Ask some of those nice men outside what your sign says. I'm sure they will help.”
My eyes were wide with shock as he pushed her out the door and I caught a glimpse of what the sign said before he slammed the door shut.
“Take me to Room 232 and **** me, plz”
That.. that was a room on the opposite side of the building.
On the 2nd floor.
I immediately heard short honks come from cars and flashing lights.. even a few whoops and catcalls.
Lisa was dressed like a latex fetish maid.. her reddened ass wasn't even covered by the hem of that dress and everyone could see the steel chastity her clit was locked into and the swinging of the tube and pump-bulb attached to the inflatable plug in her ass was in full view.
They threw her to the wolves and laughed heartedly about it.
A short silence filled the room as they slowly pulled back the curtains and watched as 4.. then 5.. 10.. men surrounded Lisa to the point she was no longer visible and they began to walk her off down the sidewalk and around the building. More and more men got out of their cars and followed the group and I could see them through the small opening in the curtains.
Frederick kept opening the curtains wider and wider as fewer and fewer men were left outside.
“They acutally thought she was the only one in here. Heh.. idiots.”
Finally, Frederick pulled both curtains wide open and dingy orange light filled the room. I was exposed to anyone who may have been outside..... but there was nobody.
The three of them turned back to me with the most evil grins I've ever seen on a man's face.
“Nervous, sissy?”
“You should be.”
“You won.”
“She lost.”
“She'll break before the sun rises.”
“Lisa will never be the same again.”
“But then again, neither will you after tonight.”
“48 hours? Heh.”
“48 months..”
“48 years...”
“Bye bye, sissy.”
“Say bye to the world you knew.”
“You are our property now.”
They took turns speaking in sequence.
Their words left me confused and terrified, and the pacing of their talk kept me from keeping up.
One of Frederick's friends pointed outside the window. “Remember that van from when you pulled in? Didn't think so.”
They all chuckled.
“Fred here has a nice new home set up for you in his dungeon, and this is your limo.”
“VIP service.. for a sissy.. almost isn't right.”
“She'd suffocate in the trunk of a car.”
“She might suffocate anyhow..”
They each stepped up to me, pulling their cocks out and aimed them at my face and began stroking furiously. Surrounded by the men, my eyes kept glancing from their faces to their bodies to their cocks to the wide open window. Fear was overriding me; should I be afraid of where their cocks have been? Of how they were talking? Of the van they obviously planned on putting me in? Suffocation? Of more people walking by and taking pictures?
I couldn't close my eyes at first, mind stretched between so many things grabbing for my attention; and then the first guy grunted loudly and thrust his cock closer to my face. A thick, heavy load of salty cum erupted from the tip and splashed against my face, gluing my left eye shut.
My mouth involuntarily sprung open in shock, catching some of his cum in the 3rd and 4th spurts. And then the second loud groan. My right eye saw him arch his back as he took aim at the other side of my face and began to plaster my other eye shut. I could feel it covering my forehead and even getting up into my hair before it began to ooze down my cheeks and over my lips and chin. My entire face was already covered from two of the cumshots, so I didn't expect the 3rd guy, Frederick's, load of cum to be that noticeable.
He took aim right between my eyes and let out this gutteral moan as his cock swelled and balls tensed up. I could feel the heat and the weight of his cum splashing thickly atop the other loads and sticking before the remaining last spurts began to drizzle down over my lips as well, covering them completely as it began to stall at my chin.
All 3 of them were breathing heavily and I could hear the wet slick strokes they were taking on themselves as they milked every last drop from their cocks and onto my face.
A camera shutter sounded. And another. Then rapid camera shutters. They were taking pictures with their cell phones and chuckling.
“Gag her.”
A few seconds later I felt the ballgag press and slip against my lips. I was in a state of shock almost, never ever having my entire face glazed with such thick volumes of cum. It covered my nostrils, and I could barely open my mouth to breathe without feeling some of it trickle into my mouth. I was unable to put up any resistance to the gag at all as they pulled it tightly back into my mouth and secured it.
“And... now the hood.”
I panicked, but I couldn't open my eyes.
I could hear the crinkle of latex come out of a bag and could feel one of them stepping behind me and lowering something over the front of my face.
With the assistance of one of the other guys, they positioned the latex hood under my chin and clamped it's collar around my throat with a firm grip of their hands, securing it and not letting it slide against the cum they painted my face with. Finally, the guy behind me firmly pulled the hood forward, and then up and back against my face in one swift motion.
I tensed against my restraints as the tight latex hood firmly pressed every last ounce of their cum against my face and sealed it in. At first all I could smell was cum before some of it oozed out of the nostril holes in the hood, but I could definitely taste what had been forced into my mouth around the ballgag.
With more and more tugs, I felt the heavy zipper pull down along the back of my head until it was seated at the base of my neck. A collar of some sort was wrapped around my neck and tightly secured then locked in place, effectively rendering the hood un-removeable.
I was locked in a hot, sweaty cum-filled hood. My eyes stung.. I could feel their hands pressing against my face and rubbing the cum in even more, amusing themselves with the copious amounts of lubrication their cum served as between my face and the hood.
“I think we need to end this faggot's night like this every night.”
“Yeah, holy shit this is degrading. Even for us.”
“Look how hard she's trying to get. God damn this faggot is freaking filthy as fuck.”
I tried not to move as the slightest shift of the latex hood could take away my only supply of oxygen.
The men were aware of this and I finally realized what they meant by I might suffocate anyhow.
I think the proper term would be 'drown in their cum', but I wasn't keeping score.
As it always happens when a submissive sissy faggot is hooded, time seemed to stretch on forever before I felt them remove me from the chair.
I realized I had forgot how they bound me, but before I knew it they had put me in an armbinder again and were securing what felt like steel cuffs around my ankles and chaining them together.
Firm hands gripped me by the arms and pulled me up to my feet before steadying me. I could feel the plug in my ass shift as I found my footing, which I forgot about as I felt a chain leash being locked to my collar.
I was being drawn toward the door. As I heard it open, I heard another man go and open up the back doors of the van and I was quickly led out of the hotel room I was expecting to spend my weekend in.
The three of them then lifted me and pulled me into the back of the van and then the hollow metallic thud of the doors shutting and then locking cemented the realization in my mind that I had no idea what they were planning on doing with me.
Terror began to turn to arousal and pleasure.
I felt two of them maneuvering me around on what felt like a twin sized mattress and they began to wrap leather straps around my knees and thighs, fully rendering me completely helpless. One of them pushed two tube-like plugs into my nostrils to make sure I didn't suffocate, and then I sensed a weird metallic spirit odor filling the back of the van as it began to pull out.
“Put her under, but don't use too much.”
I realized now they were about to d**g me, but I could barely even struggle as they rolled me over and pushed a respirator over my mouth and nose, sealing out all outside air. I tried holding my breath for as long as I could, but bit by bit I exhaled more and more and my lungs burned for fresh air. I could sense the fumes of whatever they were going to d**g me with burning my nose.. and before long I could no longer hold my breath and resist taking a deep inhale.
The smell was almost fruity, but definitely chemical.
Nothing happened at first.. and then my heart skipped a beat.. and then beat so hard I thought it was going to explode. A second breath only seemed to amplify the speed of my heart, and I could now feel every pulse throbbing through my body. My cheeks felt warm against the sealed up cum-filled hood locked over my head, and my mind began to get fuzzy. A third breath made me feel as though my eyes had rolled back into my head, as suddenly everything was much darker even though I was already sealed in a blacked out, cum-soaked hell.
My body went limp, but I could feel them removing the mask and lowering my head onto the mattress. I could no longer feel the rocking or sway of the van as my last moments of consciousness finally gave way.
“Stuff one of the other pills we gave Lisa up her ass and she'll stay out the entire trip.”
“Yeah, this fag is going to wake up in her own personal sissy hell. She's gonna regret making this trip.”
“Speaking of Lisa, what about her? We just going to leave her to get ganged by all those men?”
“Yep. We'll pick her up in the morning. She knows the drill. Just like this fag will learn.”
“Congrats gentlemen.. our second sex slave.”
“We need to train her first and completely break her.”
“Psh. I give her 2 weeks before she breaks. Keep her d**gged up like this, play constant hypno tracks for her, bang her all day and night, she'll start to forget she was anything but a sissy faggot sex slave.”
Lisa, the sissy who had been relentlessly ****d nonstop in front of me for an hour, seemed to have also lost consciousness, though her hips constantly, but subtly, rocked up and down on the wedge they had elevated her fuck hole with.
Cars came and went from the seedy motel. I could hear big rigs passing up and down the highway; I could tell which direction they were going too.. as the motel was situated at the very top of a ridge in a heavily forested area, a steep incline caused the truckers to trigger that braking system... thing.. that was so loud and noisy... when they were coming in from the coal state to the east.
A tiny pang of panic skipped through my mind.
I knew vehicles. 2 hours as a fully realized sissy faggot and I was already forgetting car parts and functions. It was a silly kind of panic, but a very real one.
Every time the headlights shined through the little crack between the drawn curtains, I would stir; wondering if our r****t masters had returned from their meal. Car doors would open and close.. lewd male voices could be heard guffawing and laughing. Some sounded drunk; others sounded like they were unnaturally wasted.
God this place was such a trashy dump.
I considered myself a sissy faggot; not a trashy whore. So far this was my only regret to this weekend.
But then I would glance toward Lisa's exposed crotch, swollen and red from the massive inflatable plug they had filled her with. The dried cum that had leaked out of her hole and over her pathetic ball sack covered her crotch as well and became glistening white in the pale light of the room.
I was a sissy faggot; I would be a whored out trashy prostitute if my master wanted me to be.
***
The sound of the door lock echoed through the room, startling both Lisa and I. We had both passed out again, and we both let out pained moans as we were caught off guard by the entourage of men who had restrained us.
“I can't believe there are that many replies already. I figured every pervert in 3 counties was already here.” one of them said.
“They are both popular; and one hasn't even been wrecked yet.”
Their voices from outside the door were muffled but understandable. Their conversation continued even as they stepped inside. “Well, I'd say Lisa is ready for her debut, and this one is due a thorough workout.”
“.. imagine the replies on craigslist when we post pics and video of her abuse.”
They looked us over, chuckling as they descended onto Lisa; unlocking her ankles and carefully undoing the knots securing the rest of her restrained body.
“How you feeling, fag?” they teased as they pulled her up off the bed and stood her on wobbly legs. The man who invited me, Frederick, removed the cuffs from my wrists and ankles as the others worked out the kinks in Lisa's body.
The sounds coming from her sounded so pained and desperate.. as though she was still d**gged, but still too horny to care.
Frederick gathered the chains up and handed them off to his friends who proceeded to cuff Lisa's hands behind her back and her ankles to the transport chain that connected them to her wrists. She was still gagged but I finally got a good look at her face.
She was a real beauty.. glossy cherry-red lips wrapped around the red ballgag they had seated deeply into her mouth. Pale fair skin and genuine blushing on her reddened cheeks. The strap around her face that secured the gag in her mouth dug deeply into her cheeks, and it too had been locked in place by a small padlock.
“Time to get this pathetic pinky faggot onto the bed and filled with cum now.”
The two men scrawled something onto a sheet of paper with her red lipstick and proceeded to tape it to the back of Lisa's collar.
“Out you go, sweety fuck cheeks.” one man said as he took her by the arm and led her to the door. For the first time since my arrival did I see Lisa finally resisting and protesting. “Ask some of those nice men outside what your sign says. I'm sure they will help.”
My eyes were wide with shock as he pushed her out the door and I caught a glimpse of what the sign said before he slammed the door shut.
“Take me to Room 232 and **** me, plz”
That.. that was a room on the opposite side of the building.
On the 2nd floor.
I immediately heard short honks come from cars and flashing lights.. even a few whoops and catcalls.
Lisa was dressed like a latex fetish maid.. her reddened ass wasn't even covered by the hem of that dress and everyone could see the steel chastity her clit was locked into and the swinging of the tube and pump-bulb attached to the inflatable plug in her ass was in full view.
They threw her to the wolves and laughed heartedly about it.
A short silence filled the room as they slowly pulled back the curtains and watched as 4.. then 5.. 10.. men surrounded Lisa to the point she was no longer visible and they began to walk her off down the sidewalk and around the building. More and more men got out of their cars and followed the group and I could see them through the small opening in the curtains.
Frederick kept opening the curtains wider and wider as fewer and fewer men were left outside.
“They acutally thought she was the only one in here. Heh.. idiots.”
Finally, Frederick pulled both curtains wide open and dingy orange light filled the room. I was exposed to anyone who may have been outside..... but there was nobody.
The three of them turned back to me with the most evil grins I've ever seen on a man's face.
“Nervous, sissy?”
“You should be.”
“You won.”
“She lost.”
“She'll break before the sun rises.”
“Lisa will never be the same again.”
“But then again, neither will you after tonight.”
“48 hours? Heh.”
“48 months..”
“48 years...”
“Bye bye, sissy.”
“Say bye to the world you knew.”
“You are our property now.”
They took turns speaking in sequence.
Their words left me confused and terrified, and the pacing of their talk kept me from keeping up.
One of Frederick's friends pointed outside the window. “Remember that van from when you pulled in? Didn't think so.”
They all chuckled.
“Fred here has a nice new home set up for you in his dungeon, and this is your limo.”
“VIP service.. for a sissy.. almost isn't right.”
“She'd suffocate in the trunk of a car.”
“She might suffocate anyhow..”
They each stepped up to me, pulling their cocks out and aimed them at my face and began stroking furiously. Surrounded by the men, my eyes kept glancing from their faces to their bodies to their cocks to the wide open window. Fear was overriding me; should I be afraid of where their cocks have been? Of how they were talking? Of the van they obviously planned on putting me in? Suffocation? Of more people walking by and taking pictures?
I couldn't close my eyes at first, mind stretched between so many things grabbing for my attention; and then the first guy grunted loudly and thrust his cock closer to my face. A thick, heavy load of salty cum erupted from the tip and splashed against my face, gluing my left eye shut.
My mouth involuntarily sprung open in shock, catching some of his cum in the 3rd and 4th spurts. And then the second loud groan. My right eye saw him arch his back as he took aim at the other side of my face and began to plaster my other eye shut. I could feel it covering my forehead and even getting up into my hair before it began to ooze down my cheeks and over my lips and chin. My entire face was already covered from two of the cumshots, so I didn't expect the 3rd guy, Frederick's, load of cum to be that noticeable.
He took aim right between my eyes and let out this gutteral moan as his cock swelled and balls tensed up. I could feel the heat and the weight of his cum splashing thickly atop the other loads and sticking before the remaining last spurts began to drizzle down over my lips as well, covering them completely as it began to stall at my chin.
All 3 of them were breathing heavily and I could hear the wet slick strokes they were taking on themselves as they milked every last drop from their cocks and onto my face.
A camera shutter sounded. And another. Then rapid camera shutters. They were taking pictures with their cell phones and chuckling.
“Gag her.”
A few seconds later I felt the ballgag press and slip against my lips. I was in a state of shock almost, never ever having my entire face glazed with such thick volumes of cum. It covered my nostrils, and I could barely open my mouth to breathe without feeling some of it trickle into my mouth. I was unable to put up any resistance to the gag at all as they pulled it tightly back into my mouth and secured it.
“And... now the hood.”
I panicked, but I couldn't open my eyes.
I could hear the crinkle of latex come out of a bag and could feel one of them stepping behind me and lowering something over the front of my face.
With the assistance of one of the other guys, they positioned the latex hood under my chin and clamped it's collar around my throat with a firm grip of their hands, securing it and not letting it slide against the cum they painted my face with. Finally, the guy behind me firmly pulled the hood forward, and then up and back against my face in one swift motion.
I tensed against my restraints as the tight latex hood firmly pressed every last ounce of their cum against my face and sealed it in. At first all I could smell was cum before some of it oozed out of the nostril holes in the hood, but I could definitely taste what had been forced into my mouth around the ballgag.
With more and more tugs, I felt the heavy zipper pull down along the back of my head until it was seated at the base of my neck. A collar of some sort was wrapped around my neck and tightly secured then locked in place, effectively rendering the hood un-removeable.
I was locked in a hot, sweaty cum-filled hood. My eyes stung.. I could feel their hands pressing against my face and rubbing the cum in even more, amusing themselves with the copious amounts of lubrication their cum served as between my face and the hood.
“I think we need to end this faggot's night like this every night.”
“Yeah, holy shit this is degrading. Even for us.”
“Look how hard she's trying to get. God damn this faggot is freaking filthy as fuck.”
I tried not to move as the slightest shift of the latex hood could take away my only supply of oxygen.
The men were aware of this and I finally realized what they meant by I might suffocate anyhow.
I think the proper term would be 'drown in their cum', but I wasn't keeping score.
As it always happens when a submissive sissy faggot is hooded, time seemed to stretch on forever before I felt them remove me from the chair.
I realized I had forgot how they bound me, but before I knew it they had put me in an armbinder again and were securing what felt like steel cuffs around my ankles and chaining them together.
Firm hands gripped me by the arms and pulled me up to my feet before steadying me. I could feel the plug in my ass shift as I found my footing, which I forgot about as I felt a chain leash being locked to my collar.
I was being drawn toward the door. As I heard it open, I heard another man go and open up the back doors of the van and I was quickly led out of the hotel room I was expecting to spend my weekend in.
The three of them then lifted me and pulled me into the back of the van and then the hollow metallic thud of the doors shutting and then locking cemented the realization in my mind that I had no idea what they were planning on doing with me.
Terror began to turn to arousal and pleasure.
I felt two of them maneuvering me around on what felt like a twin sized mattress and they began to wrap leather straps around my knees and thighs, fully rendering me completely helpless. One of them pushed two tube-like plugs into my nostrils to make sure I didn't suffocate, and then I sensed a weird metallic spirit odor filling the back of the van as it began to pull out.
“Put her under, but don't use too much.”
I realized now they were about to d**g me, but I could barely even struggle as they rolled me over and pushed a respirator over my mouth and nose, sealing out all outside air. I tried holding my breath for as long as I could, but bit by bit I exhaled more and more and my lungs burned for fresh air. I could sense the fumes of whatever they were going to d**g me with burning my nose.. and before long I could no longer hold my breath and resist taking a deep inhale.
The smell was almost fruity, but definitely chemical.
Nothing happened at first.. and then my heart skipped a beat.. and then beat so hard I thought it was going to explode. A second breath only seemed to amplify the speed of my heart, and I could now feel every pulse throbbing through my body. My cheeks felt warm against the sealed up cum-filled hood locked over my head, and my mind began to get fuzzy. A third breath made me feel as though my eyes had rolled back into my head, as suddenly everything was much darker even though I was already sealed in a blacked out, cum-soaked hell.
My body went limp, but I could feel them removing the mask and lowering my head onto the mattress. I could no longer feel the rocking or sway of the van as my last moments of consciousness finally gave way.
“Stuff one of the other pills we gave Lisa up her ass and she'll stay out the entire trip.”
“Yeah, this fag is going to wake up in her own personal sissy hell. She's gonna regret making this trip.”
“Speaking of Lisa, what about her? We just going to leave her to get ganged by all those men?”
“Yep. We'll pick her up in the morning. She knows the drill. Just like this fag will learn.”
“Congrats gentlemen.. our second sex slave.”
“We need to train her first and completely break her.”
“Psh. I give her 2 weeks before she breaks. Keep her d**gged up like this, play constant hypno tracks for her, bang her all day and night, she'll start to forget she was anything but a sissy faggot sex slave.”
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