Chapter 12: Saturday: More Degradation

When a splash of sunlight hit my face, I woke up and slowly came round, remembering with a sense of shame and excitement, where I was and what had been done to me. Most of the men had gone but six or so were still there, and when they realised that I was conscious, they just rolled me onto my back and each in turn filled me with what little cum they had left in them after their night of debauchery, dumping their seed in my still seriously gaping holes.

The last one was just enjoying my cum filled cunt for the last time, when Mo, the fat lady from the sex shop, came into the old cinema and shouted at the men to get dressed and “cover those horrible cocks up – you can finish what you are doing Joey, but be quick.”

Once Joey had finished with me, the men all quickly dressed and left, leaving me laying spread eagled on the mattress. Fat Mo gave me a bottle of water and a tub of yoghurt, saying my throat was probably not capable of dealing with anything harder. She looked at my exposed vagina and told me Joey was leaking out of me making a mess of her mattress. Croaking from my much-abused throat, I said “Not just Joey. They have all just used me again.”

She laughed cruelly, gave me a packet of wet-wipes and told me there was an old toilet and washbasin behind the screen, saying “Clean yourself up a bit before the Saturday crowd come in.” I was stunned and stuttered “More? I thought that was it.”

Mo laughed again and said “You are not finished by a long way. You are here for the weekend – you are not going anywhere until Charlie comes back on Sunday evening. Now get yourself cleaned up ready for your next visitors to arrive.”

I staggered to the filthy old toilet, did what I had to do, and cleaned myself as much as a few damp towelettes would allow, then returned to collapse on the mattress and try to eat the yoghurt. I was horrified, completely humiliated, and totally degraded, as I thought through what I had done last night. But again, beyond my control, my body was responding once more to every memory. I was very excited at the thought of being used by more men for the next 24 hours. I was willing to become a cum dump for every man in Birmingham if that was what it would take to satisfy my shameful urges.

A little while later, I had no idea of time, Fat Mo came back into the old cinema saying “That looks a bit better, not so much dried cum on you as before. You might as well come upstairs to the shop – none of the perverts are going to arrive at this time in the morning, so come upstairs and I will make you a cup of tea.” When I indicated my nakedness, she laughed again, saying,” Don’t worry about that – you are going to be naked until Charlie comes back for you on Sunday.”

Once upstairs, she made me sit on a stool next to her counter and cash till, fully exposed to anyone who entered the shop, and made me the promised cup of tea. Then we chatted.

“How many were there?” I asked.

“Twenty last night – you certainly seemed to enjoy it at times,” she said, pointing towards a small television under the counter showing the old cinema and “my mattress” in the middle of the screen. “Have you been gangbanged like that before?”

“Not that many”

“What’s the most you have taken before?”

“Four but that was when I was at school and university so a long time ago.”