[Insanity]

"Ughhhhh." Sarah stirred. She was sitting on the floor, her back against a pole. She opened her eyes slowly, and saw that she was surrounded by a hanging white sheet. She moved her arm. There was a slight crackling sound. She opened her mouth. Same sound. She looked closer and realized she was STILL covered in cum, only it was completely dry now. It was a solid layer on the whole front of her body. "Man, they really went at it!" she thought. Her eyes moved down her body. She was completely covered, from her chin to her toes, where the gaps where filled. Her vagina wasn't even visible, the liquid had run down her pussy lips constantly until it formed a stolid mass that cemented it shut. Her nipples had extra thick layers on them. Every time she moved, it cracked and made slight noise.

She tried to stand up. BOOM! "owwwww!" She hit her head on the bottom of the wooden table. She was under a table? "What the heck?" she said to herself. "THAT'S what the white sheets are." Then her hunger hit her. She hadn't eaten in forever! She looked around, on the other side of the pole (The table's support) she found a box with a key on it, and a note.

-----Good evening, Sarah, this is your master. You are NOT to leave this table until I come and get you. You are outside, in a plaza outside a restaurant. We have more business here. In this box is some toast, a salad without dressing, and a glass with some lemonade mix in it and a spoon. This is your dinner. HOWEVER, like always, there is a catch. The butter on the toast must be fresh cum, the salad dressing must be fresh cum, and the water for the lemonade must be the same. You must also put a little female juice in the lemonade for flavor. You MAY NOT eat it if this requirement is not satisfied. Remember, I am watching you.


P.S. the key is where the journey ends-----

"Shit. The journey ends? Where the hell is that?" As she began to really listen she heard car motors driving by, pedestrian footsteps, conversation. She was really in the middle of public, naked, covered in dried up jizz! This worried her but made her horny at the same time. After thinking for a while she realized that he meant the food journey, and reached in her butt for the key. She found it shoved WAY up there, so far it hurt pulling her hand back out. She cursed Eric and his stupid ideas.

After opening the box she found all the items as expected. "But how the heck am I supposed to get all that cum?" she was thinking. She couldn't get it off her body, as it was all dried up. Then, without warning, 4 people sat down at the table, their legs now surrounding Sarah. She got a little worried. Then they all unzipped their pants and whipped out their cocks! They just let them hang there, and Sarah could hear them ordering from the waitress. "How the heck does Eric do this?" she thought, "Well here goes nothing."

She grabbed the first cock with her hand and began wanking it. It got harder and harder, and pretty soon she could feel it twitching like it was ready. She held up the toast to it and it sprayed away. Still feeling very hungry, she began eating the sticky toast, the now familiar cum flavor prevalent in her mouth. She did the same with the 3 other gentlemen, with the remaining toast. She felt so horny shuffling around butt naked with a hard shell of cum all over her. Her pussy dripped in excitement every time she moved her legs, as it rubbed against the lump of semen lodged inside her hole. She began pressing that lump as she was working on the dicks around her, and she felt increasingly pleasured.

It took four men to make enough salad dressing, and she gorged it down, the saltiest salad she ever ate. She moved on to the lemonade, and like on cue a girl sat down in a skirt and lowered her black lace thong. Sarah fingered her for 10 minutes straight, holding the glass under her pussy to collect the fresh juice. She then topped it off with more cum, and mixed it with the spoon. It was the weirdest thing she had ever eaten. By that time she herself orgasmed, the cement around her covered in her juices.

She then was done. She didn't know what to do. The people left, and it got dark. The bustling of the pedestrians and cars stopped, and the grasshoppers began their night cry. It was silent. A hand slid another box under the table. It was filled with clothes. Well, not that many. It was a pair of low cut pink cotton panties with "slut" written in white letters on the butt, which stretched tight when she wore it. There was a bra that only had small circles to cover her nipples. The rest of her boob stood firm and exposed, and a little whiter than the rest of her skin. She heard a voice, the voice of Eric: "come out". She popped her head out, and saw him standing there. She briefly glanced around to see that there was no-one else and came out. She was wearing only those two garments, and felt the cool air on her body and it turned her on. Immediately a wet spot formed in her thin cotton panties. Eric beckoned for her to follow. "We are walking home."

She followed shyly, her little bare feet moving silently across the once busy sidewalk. Her petite buttcheeks taking turns sticking out and stretching the tight, wet panties. Her supple breasts bouncing slightly, barely held by the skimpy bra. Her nipples were visibly hard.

She guessed it was around midnight. The moon was bright an full. They walked for 30 minutes, until the neighborhood was familiar and they opened her front door. By that time she was so exhilarated from being exposed she begged her master to let her have an orgasm. He told her to go take a shower and get the cum off, which was extremely hard to do. It took her over 30 minutes. After she was done, he sent her to sleep outside, in the middle of her backyard where the wooden contraption assisted in her being fucked that morning. She lay on a blanket under the full moon which gently illuminated her curvy figure, her smooth skin, her thin frame. She was exposed to the world, Eric's cameras watching from the house where he slept in her bed.