A Dream of Hitomi Yamada

A Dream of Hitomi Yamada

Hitomi Yamada, eighteen a few days ago, was bound to a metal chair. She was entirely naked, apart from the chains binding her body. There was a chain around her waist, padlocked on so that the links of the chain dug into the skin of her waist. Another chain was padlocked onto the waist chain. It went between her legs, being pulled up painfully between her spread labia. More chains bound her thighs and ankles to the chair, so tight that she could not move her legs. There were chains above and below her small breasts, making sure that she could not move her torso. Her hands were cuffed to the back of the chair. A posture collar made sure that she could hardly move her head. There were painful clover clamps on her nipples. There was a single god ring through the base of her clitoris.

She was in a large, concrete chamber. There were no windows. A single, powerful bulb hung overhead, providing the only light in the place. The room was very warm, so that a sheen of sweat had formed on her naked body.

The door to the room opened. A man entered the room. He was dressed like a businessman, apart from the fact that he wore a leather mask entirely disguising his features.

He did not say anything. Hitomi feared to question him. She feared that he was going to torture her for, if he did, her body was helpless before him.

Instead he stood next to the chair. He pulled out his hard penis and began to masturbate. He still did not say anything. It only took him five minutes to reach an orgasm. It was clear that he had not come in some time, as he produced a copious amount of sperm. The sperm began to drip off her face, onto her body.

The man zipped up his cock and left the room.

Almost as soon as the first man had left a second man entered the room. He, too, was dressed in a suit. He, too, had a leather mask preventing Hitomi from identifying him in the future. He was totally anonymous.

The second man went and stood the other side of Hitomi. He took out his cock. He, too, began to masturbate without saying a word. It was not long before spunk was hitting her cheek. He, too, zipped up and left.

More men came in the room, no longer one at a time. They all had their features concealed. They only did one thing, and that was to masturbate onto Hitomi Yamada’s face. Soon her face was entirely covered. The spunk dripped down onto her body. There was spunk in her black hair. It was an almost unending bukkake.

When fully a hundred men had come on the face of Hitomi Yamada the last man uncuffed her hands from the back of the chair. He grabbed one of her arms, and dragged her to her feet. But she did not have time to wipe away any of the sperm covering her face, as he quickly redid the handcuffs, keeping her arms behind her back.

The masked man did not say anything. Instead he produced a leather dog lead. He snapped it onto the golden ring through Hitomi’s clit. He began walking towards the door out of the concrete chamber. Hitomi had to walk after him or risk losing her precious clitoris. The clover clamps on her nipples swung as she walked, bringing fresh pain to her buds.

The man opened the door. He dragged Hitomi Yamada out. She found that she was on the streets of downtown Tokyo, in the busiest hours of the day.

Men and women turned to stare and laugh at Hitomi. It was the most embarrassing thing which could happen. Hitomi blushed underneath the crusting white sperm covering her face. Women pointed at Hitomi, and called her a slut. She was asked if she slept with dogs. Nobody had any sympathy for her.

On and on she was led through Tokyo, past hostess bars and panchinko parlours. Wherever she went people asked if she was a slut. What honourable Japanese lady would go around like that, totally nude and with a hundred men’s spunk on her face?

It was all too much for her. She began too faint…

…and woke up, safe and sound in her bed. It had only been a dream. She was safe. She had not been utterly humiliated on the streets of Tokyo.

She walked over to a set of drawers and pulled open the top one. There was a shiny new dog lead there. Now where was she going to find a hundred randy men?