Ten Little Fuckers

[jaF0]

Setup deal between a consenting couple. They arrange the event. She is the entertainment for a group of ten. He sets the details. The Ten arrive, all with full face hoods to conceal their identity. She is arranged for them to take, one after the other. The deal is, she doesn't know them. Or does she? Strangers? Co-workers? Neighbors? Family? They can see her face and will always know afterwards that they've had her. She will never know over the next few days, weeks, months or longer when or if she sees them during everyday encounters ... 'was this one of The Ten?'

 

[jaF0]

The kicker is that he doesn't know who any of them are either. He arranged the event, but a third party arranged the invitations and vetted the applicants.

 

[AvroAnsonXIX]

Alternate version, no masks, they are co-workers.and friends. The guy choosing who does what is fictionalized in Lit stories as Zane. Ten might be five or fifteen or anything in between.

Been there, God it was fun.

 

[Fingerfuxs]

Setup deal between a consenting couple. They arrange the event. She is the entertainment for a group of ten. He sets the details. The Ten arrive, all with full face hoods to conceal their identity. She is arranged for them to take, one after the other. The deal is, she doesn't know them. Or does she? Strangers? Co-workers? Neighbors? Family? They can see her face and will always know afterwards that they've had her. She will never know over the next few days, weeks, months or longer when or if she sees them during everyday encounters ... 'was this one of The Ten?'

What do they call her ? Demeaning words , praise , or silence is the theme of the gang bang.

So what are you looking for ? Comments on the beginning, middle or end ?

What’s the Character’ s name ?

 

[jaF0]

Perhaps, in keeping with the play on words of the Christie novel, she is able to unmask them, one at a time over the ensuing months. Or, all but one of them.

 

[Fingerfuxs]

Perhaps, in keeping with the play on words of the Christie novel, she is able to unmask them, one at a time over the ensuing months. Or, all but one of them.

Does she have OCD ? That would be helpful to her, in her quest to unmask them that is. Her unhealthy need to understand what makes things tic. Sometimes it gives her hives , that disorder , putting square pegs in round holes , thats what she sees when she reads threads.

Does she wear sneakers without socks because she likes the smell of her own sweaty feet ?

 

[Hypoxia]

Ten little fuckers, standing in line / One ate her nicely; then there were nine.
Nine little fuckers, waiting at the gate / One got a tit-job; then there were eight.
Eight little fuckers, hoping for heaven / One got a hand-job; then there were seven.
Et fucking cetera.

Little fuckers? Gangbanged by dwarves? Post in Group or Fetish?

 

[jaF0]

Suppose it's all intended as a game of sorts.

She is to try and seduce people she thinks might have been there. If she's successful ... and correct, they must 'confess'. After some time (and lots of fun), she's found all but one. Until she realizes that the very last person she would have suspected has been looking at her nearly every day since with an odd glint in his eye.

And then there were none.


Her prize ... and challenge is to arrange the next event.

 

[WalterAndOliveAnn]

Ten wittle fuckwads ...

Little fuckers? Gangbanged by dwarves? Post in Group or Fetish?

Trolls ("wittle" a reference to mental abilities and physical dimensions) bombing and posting comments ...

with apologies...

Ten little trolls, bombing a star / Inane comment; then there were nine
Oh so fine.
Nine little trolls, bombing a star / Such insecurity; then there were eight
Tee hee hee, it feels so great.
Eight little trolls, bombing a star / Being an ass; then there were seven
Oh dear --- I'm --- in heaven.

(Gotta change pants.)

Et fucking cetera.

 

[Hypoxia]

Ten little fuckers, standing in line / One ate her nicely; then there were nine.
Nine little fuckers, waiting at the gate / One got a tit-job; then there were eight.
Eight little fuckers, hoping for heaven / One got a hand-job; then there were seven.

Seven little fuckers, then six, then five / Multi-penetrating, good to be alive!
Four little fuckers, falling from a tree / Slurping each other where nobody could see.
Three little fuckers, fresh from the zoo / Acting animalistic, then there were two.
Two little fuckers, having so much fun / Porking each other, then there was one.
One little fucker, feeling like a hero / Masturbating frantically, then there was zero.
Zero little fuckers, oh how sad / No brothers or sisters, no mom or dad.
Now we've counted all the nasty little slimes / Good thing I don't need to conjure more rhymes.

 

[Fingerfuxs]

Suppose it's all intended as a game of sorts.

She is to try and seduce people she thinks might have been there. If she's successful ... and correct, they must 'confess'. After some time (and lots of fun), she's found all but one. Until she realizes that the very last person she would have suspected has been looking at her nearly every day since with an odd glint in his eye.

And then there were none.


Her prize ... and challenge is to arrange the next event.

What if she is wrong ? Does she have a written list to check off of , by the numbers or does she relay on her memory from “that nite”. A example might be , #5 , oops wrong penis .Or # 9 , yeppers nailed that fuk-ur.

 

[WalterAndOliveAnn]

What if she is wrong ?

She needs to do try them all. It's her due dalliance, uh diddling, no diligence -- that's it diligence. Leave no stones unturned.

 

[MisterTom]

Could be the format for a TV show. One girl, ten masked but otherwise naked men. She gives them all a blow job and then rejects one of them for whatever reason (lack of size, lack of control, etc). Then there were nine. After each round, each a different sexual act, one man is kicked off the show and unmasked. There would be a monetary prize for the last man standing, and we'd need some alternative motivation to get the girl to participate. Would add to the fun if she knew some of the men, a neighbour, work colleague, friend, or even relative.