I looked into the camera.

"I'm the Lena Web Slut."

What will happen to you today?

"I will be spat on. I will choke on cock and throw up. I will be pissed on, and I will drink piss. I will be fucked. Men will cum on my face, and I will swallow their cum."

Why would you do these things?

"I am a whore," I said. "An Ukraine whore."

Ready yourself, whore!

I raised my head, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Marin put a large glass bowl on the floor beneath my head.

At first, they just sprayed my face. But then they honed in, lobbing their spit right into my mouth. Sometimes they'd miss and hit my cheeks or my nose, but most of the spit went into my open mouth.

I had been told not to swallow, so I waited until my mouth was half-full, and then I pushed the spit out out with my tongue. It slid down my chin and fall into the bowl below.

The first set of bukkake men were next, another group of four. They commenced spitting. Some hit my face, some aimed for my mouth and some spat in my hair

When they ran dry, the next group of four took their place, and the next. Seven times I went through the process. My face was glazed with spit, and stringers were hanging off my chin and tongue. I felt like I was constantly pushing spit out of my mouth, only to have it fill up again.

I was starting to cum now, so I concentrated on that. I contorted my hips, and my head dropped. Instantly, another one of the porn actors grabbed my pig tails and yanked my head up. One big load of spit flew in my mouth and triggered my gag reflex.

I gagged and came at the same time. Intense.

Now the last two bukkake men came up, with two of the staff.

The rest of the staff followed — the rope master, the make-up girls, even the receptionist! Everyone in the entire office spat on me and watched me cum while they were doing it.

At last, it was over. Marin took the stage again and walked over to me. I pushed another load out of my mouth and into the bowl. I stuck out my tongue and waited for her spit. The Hitachi switched to high, and I started to buck my hips. I felt the porn actor pull on my pig tails, raising it as high as it would go.

"Fuck, fuck," I yelled. "I'm fucking cumming."

I thrashed against my restraints, and kept cumming. I let out a low, guttural moan.

And then it stopped —the Hitachi turned off.

I thrashed a few more times, and the orgasm began to recede. I could begin to think again. But I was breathing heavily, like I'd just gone running.

I scanned the room. Everyone had crowded the stage. This was what they wanted to see.

I closed my eyes.

"Open your eyes, Lena," me said, "and look into the camera."

I did as I was told, and then opened my mouth. Marin brought the bowl to my lips, and I slowly drank the saliva. I maintained eye contact with the camera through each swallow.

The bowl was now empty. I'd swallowed the spit of every person in that room, all complete strangers. Men and woman — it made no difference. Even the darling little receptionist had spat on me. And I'd swallowed her spit, too.

"Who are you?" asked Marin.



"My name is Lena," I said, "and I'm a spit whore."

Then Marin slapped me so hard I began to spin in my suspension.

She walked away as the camera continued to roll. Ten seconds later, she yelled "Cut!"

And the scene was over. The staff returned to work, and the bukkake men went back to the reception area. The rope master lowered me to the ground and untied me. I sat down on the ground. My cheek hurt and my face was still slimed with saliva.

 I cleaned myself up and tried not to think too much about what I'd just done (or what I was about to do.)