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Bukkake Doll Challenge
🕑 Added 2023-10-10 10:57:59 +0000 UTC“What the hell am I doing…” I murmured to myself, while walking through the woods at late evening. I came there to look for trouble… and on my phone I had a map and clues where to find it…
A few months ago, on a very boring day, I was browsing the internet, trying to find anything to occupy my time. Eventually, I stumbled onto a forum that was making fun of quirky and odd communities that could be found on the web. There were of course commonly shunned people, like furries, guys who like scat or even people enjoying stuff like ‘Sonic Inflation’ unironically. Each example was posted with a link to the forum and some pictures from it, often making my stomach twist.
I was trying to scroll quickly, to avoid burning any of it into my memory… but one of the posts made me pause and look carefully. It was titled ‘bukkake enjoyers’ and on the images there was some cheap anime girl figurine that was progressively covered in more and more cum, with date stamps added to show the passage of time. The first pics looked relatively normal, just a plastic toy and some white goop… but each day, some of the old cum stayed and dried, even turning a bit brown as it went bad. It kept piling up, slowly covering the features of the figurine. First her feet disappeared, then her head, then all of her clothes… on the last pic, the only visible part was her outstretched hand sticking out of a big, brown blob. If I did not see the progress I would think it was just some molten glass or handful of clay… but I could clearly see that all of it was dried up cum. The person behind it had to be some really mental guy. I had to hold back vomiting… but in some way it was fascinating.
My curiosity made me click the link leading to the forum that was supposed to have more of it… and it did. It was not just one insane guy… there were hundreds of them, each proud of their absolutely degenerate creations. While some used everyday items or clothes as the canvas for their ‘art’, the most popular target were the anime figurines. Most of them looked like crap from the very beginning and were coming from series that almost no one knew or remembered. To be fair, watching that stuff was getting boring pretty quickly, as each timelapse looked almost the same… but one of them was a bit different.
One of the dolls had her pose changed a bit in each picture and the amounts of cum were way smaller. Taking a closer look… even her body proportions were changing a little bit… and comparing to the background it was clear that she was life-sized. Wanting to know more, I checked the posts from the same user and in one of them he explained… that it was not really a figurine… but a person trapped inside a doll costume… No… multiple people, as each image had someone else stuck inside it, explaining the size changes. I continued to look through that profile and under one of older posts I found one that said ‘Sign up’ and had a link to some form.
It was getting really late and in an impulse of horny haze… I clicked the link. The form was not long. It wanted to know what region I lived in, what were my sizes and how to contact me. I gave them the largest city in my area, measured myself more or less and made some throwaway email. After filling it out, I sent it, jerked off and went to bed. To my surprise… the very next morning I received a message with a map marking a spot in woods fifty miles from my home and a date showing that it would happen in three months.
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Today was the day. Over those few months, my interest in bukkake grew a bit. Not to the point of doing what others did in the forum… but I certainly was visiting frequently, when I needed some pics to jerk off to… It was probably the only reason why I decided to go through with it and come into those woods on that day.
The map was simply leading through one of the forest paths and had a clue that I should check the bushes behind a green bench. I kept walking and walking, not encountering a single soul in those woods. I had quite a few doubts. What if some wild animal would take opportunity to jump on me? What if all of it was just a trap to lure people in, only to kidnap them and sell their organs? Fear was growing inside me with every step but before I panicked… I finally saw the bench…
When I checked the bushes behind it, I found an empty backpack and a large, black, plastic box with a piece of paper taped to the top of the lid. ‘Put all your possessions in the backpack and leave it. Put on the catsuit and lock it, then uniform, then the mask. Once done, follow the map at the bottom of the box to take it all off.’
I carefully opened the hinges on the sides of the box. When I lifted the lid, it made a loud pop and a very pungent odour of sweat and cum filled the air around me, forcing me to step back from it to take a few deep breaths while I still could.
Looking down at the contents of the box, I could see a plastic bag filled with a handful of small, metal, open locks… but no keys. When I moved it aside, there big, plastic head of a doll laid on top of some very dirty clothes. It had a tanned skin, blue eyes and long, messy, blonde hair with an inch or two of black, almost as if it was growing out after dyeing. The mask was supposed to be last, so I slowly lifted it up and put it on the bench for now.
The next item under it was a pair of loafers and a black sailor uniform with long sleeves, short skirt and a white ribbon. It was a little bit damp and when I exposed it to some light, I could clearly see some semi-transparent streaks of dried cum on it.
After laying it next to the mask, I looked down to see the last item, a rubbery catsuit. It was at the very bottom of the box and was submerged in about an inch of liquid that was probably the mixture of sweat and cum that I smelled when I opened the box. To avoid getting everything I had dirty, I took off my clothes as instructed and put them in the backpack that I then hid back in the bushes. Grabbing the catsuit was not easy. It was heavier than I expected and all the liquid was making it very slippery, but I eventually lifted it up to see it in its full glory. It had a colour of tanned skin, just like the mask, and would cover all body except for eyes and nose, when put on. On the front it had a black heart tattoo painted a bit above the big silicone breasts and a barcode tattoo with number 177013 painted on the pelvis. On the back there was a zipper and a butterfly tattoo above the large butt.
I slowly opened the back zipper and saw that the interior was very moist, sticky and dirty, I could even see quite a few pubic hair here and there. It took a lot of effort to hold back vomiting. It was a horrible idea, probably the worst experience in my life… and yet… something in the back of my mind made me go through with it. I lifted one leg and carefully inserted it into the hole. With all the liquid, it went down quite smoothly. When it reached the end, my foot was submerged in a small pool of slime. I did the same with the other leg and then the arms. The suit was clearly a bit too big for me, as the rubber had many wrinkles in some places, but it made sense, as it was supposed to accommodate many different people over time.
After lifting the back zipper a bit, only the catsuit’s face-mask was left, flopping around in front of me. I grabbed its edges and opened it wide… to see that some people took effort to cum inside it as well. On top of that, in place of the mouth there was a short, hard, penis-shaped gag. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, opened my mouth and with a quick move I pulled it onto my head, before immediately pulling down the zipper. Only after a few seconds, I realised that all the filth that was in the mask… obviously was on the gag as well. I tasted my own cum only one time, out of curiosity but now I had an old ejaculate of several people in my mouth. I was paralysed, thinking if I should proceed or go back… but making the decision took me so long, that the awful taste was already slowly passing… not fully, as a bit of it kept lingering on my tongue… but enough to accept it.
Following given instructions, I grabbed one of the open padlocks and reached behind be, to attempt to close the catsuit. The rubber was thick enough that I could barely feel the tiny lock in my hands… but the tabs of the catsuit could just as well not exist. I found the two ends of the zipper only because I could feel the cold night air on my skin. After a lot of fumbling around, I eventually pulled them close enough together, to thread the padlock through both of them and click it together, sealing my fate. With that, there was no way to go back.
Next, I grabbed the dirty, black school uniform. Putting on the top of it was quite easy, just pulling it over my head and letting it drop. Never mind, I intended to let it drop but it got quite stuck on the suit’s large chest. It took a lot of pulling to go past the boobs. I kept trying to make it go lower… but after a while I realised that it was simply way too small, as it ended just below the chest, leaving the whole abdomen exposed. To complete it, I grabbed the white piece of cloth and tied a very ugly ribbon.
Then, I took the skirt and tried to step inside it, to pull it up like shorts or something… only to realise it was not how skirts worked. To my excuse, it was my fist experience with one. I did not know that skirts in school uniforms have a size zipper and a button but I managed to put it on after realising that fact…
It was then time for the boots. At first they appeared to be some simple, classic loafers… but after picking them up I noticed that they had five-inch heels and some platform. They were a bit tight, a size or two too small for me… but I managed to squeeze by rubbery foot inside and… Gloop… Slush… Obviously, the interior of the shoes was filled with some thick goop… it made little to no difference, as I was already fully covered by that stuff. I sighed and closed the straps, to prevent them from slipping off.
Finally, it was time for the mask. I lifted it up and looked for a way to put it on. There obviously was a hole at the bottom but it was too small for a head to fit in. I used a little bit of force, trying to separate front and back… but they were held together. I kept looking and eventually brushed away a bit of the long, blonde hair, to reveal a sturdy, metal latch. Feeling around, there was a second one on the other side, both with some loops for the padlocks to go through later… After unfastening the latches, the mask opened like a clam and I slowly lowered it onto my head. The inside was filled with a thick layer of sponge on each side. It was probably originally meant to keep the mask more still and comfortable… but now all the sponges were soaked, heavily used and stank like hell. After adjusting it a bit, I could see outside though a few thin slits on the front. I carefully closed it again and with a very heavy feeling in my heart put the two padlocks on the sides of it, before covering them with hair.
I was now fucked, completely fucked. I was alone, in the middle of the woods at night, being able to see almost nothing and stuck in a stinky, slutty, humiliating, odd costume of some anime girl. With gag in my mouth, I would not even be able to ask people for help. Though, if I would try to even approach anyone, I would get ignored at best and beaten up for being weird at worst…
With no other choice, I reached to the bottom of the box for the map that was supposed to lead me to freedom. I was only a few minutes in that costume and already wanted out. Because of being at the very bottom of the box, the paper map was completely soaked and I could tell it would fall apart if I was not careful with it. Inspecting it… the map was a bit odd. It was showing the nearby city but none of the streets was named, it was simply showing the layout. It did not even have a route that I should take marked. It simply had an X marked on the other side of the city and a picture of some garage attached.
I had to find my own way there… while having no clues which routes would be the best. I could simply walk straight through the middle of the city to my destination to avoid getting lost… but going though crowds at night, dressed like this… My other option was trying to go around, along the edge of the city to avoid as many people as possible… but it would take way more time.
I initially decided to go with the second option but first I had to follow the forest path back to the city. What was only a ten minute walk… took me almost half an hour this time, because I had to walk very carefully. The eye-slits were tiny and on top of that the night was getting darker, turning my visibility to almost nothing. If I would really go along the edge of the city… potentially with no street lights… I would reach the end around morning… assuming I would not pass out mid-way from exhaustion or lack of fresh air… Despite being outside, only my nose-holes were open and I was breathing stale, smelly air that got trapped in the poorly ventilated mask.
There was no real choice. I had to go through the centre… though… did it even matter? I was in a city that I never visit and completely covered by the costume. There was completely zero chance of me being recognised by anyone.
That thought… it was quite… liberating. I looked like the cheapest slut in town… but I was not ‘myself’ at the moment. Nothing I did would be a harm to my reputation or have any other long term consequences. I was trapped in this costume… but at the same time… it made me free.
With the new-found confidence, I made my way straight to the road that appeared to be widest on the map and ran though the whole city, as it would be the easiest landmark to follow. The streets were completely empty at first but the closer I got to it, the more cars would pass by me. Though, none of them even slowed down, as no one cared enough about some random girl walking home… or at least I thought so, until I noticed some motorcycle pass by me a bit slowly, before disappearing in the distance.
I did not think much of it initially… but less than a minute ago, I saw another motorcycle coming from the other direction, just as slowly and the driver’s head was turned directly toward me… Then, another minute or two later, I heard a motorcycle engine once again… It felt odd that so many people were driving those but when I turned my head to look at it… I saw that it was the exact same one as before and the driver still was looking at me… However this time, when he noticed that I stopped… he stopped as well, in the middle of the road. I could not see his face or even silhouette because of his helmet and biking gear… but I doubted he had any good intentions. My mask did protect my identity… but it would not protect me from getting jumped on and raped by some stranger. I never even considered such thing happening to me in the past… but now I was not myself, I was a pretty, slutty girl…
Without a second thought, I felt the need to run away. I did not even have idea where to run… and could not run well in high heels… but I had to. Just a few seconds later, I heard the sounds of the engine that felt to be getting closer, confirming my fears. To my salvation, just a stone’s throw away I noticed stairs leading down to a metro station. He would not drive down those or would not dare to do anything in place with cameras and witnesses.
I kept running for my life but once I finally reached the stairs I realised… that I could not rush down them with heels on. If I fell down all those steps, I would certainly break a leg if not worse. With no better option, I tightly grabbed the metal railing and began slowly walking down, hoping that the man already stopped chasing me. I no longer heard the engine… but there were some heavy steps of someone running and they soon began to echo as that person started walking down the stairs.
I prayed that it was just some random person, who wanted to catch a train… but then I felt a hand firmly grabbing my shoulder. It was over. Some brute was about to use me as their sex toy or beat me up once they realise I am a man under all those clothes.
I slowly began to turn my head and saw that the man was holding some long, white cloth that was soaked with something. I immediately thought about worse scenario and predicted it to be some chloroform-soaked rag but then…
“Hey, you dropped this.” The man said with a muffled voice, as his face was still covered with the helmet. I looked again at the item in his hands… and it was the ribbon that came with the uniform I wore. “Oh?!” He took a step back, when he noticed my mask. “Uhm… cool costume, girl… but you need to work on your knots. Here, let me help you.” The man wrapped the cloth around the collar of my uniform and quickly tied it in a pretty, big bow… “See? Well… uhm… stay safe!” With that, he let go of me and ran away as quickly as he chased me...
It felt as if time stopped, when the life or death situation tuned out to just be a misunderstanding. I no longer needed to run or hide… but I was already on my way to the station… so I could as well use it, to make my journey across the city way quicker. Unfortunately, when I reached the entrance gate… I realised that I left all my things back in the forest, so I had no way to buy a ticket in. Though… it was the furthest station from the centre… and the only person I could see was the cleaning lady… I doubted that they paid her enough to care about some random gate jumper…
My latex body was very slippery against the metal surface of the gate, making it hard to grab and lift myself… but with the two inches added by my heels… I was just tall enough to step over the lowest part of the entrance barrier, by laying my body on the edge and just flipping to the other side. Of course, as soon as I stood my feet back on the ground and looked up, I saw the cleaning lady taking out her phone and making some call, while looking at me… Well, I guess I did push my luck but there was no going back.
I ran down the rest of the way to the station and just a minute later a train heading in the direction I wanted arrived. After glancing around for any security officers inside, I made a bold decision to enter the most crowded of the wagons, hoping to hide. There was no space to sit, so I grabbed some railing and turned my back to the other passengers to avoid looking anyone in the eyes.
The big anime mask on my head was making every sound a bit muffled and there was a lot of background noise… but I could still hear some murmurs about me every now and then… or maybe my mind was reinterpreting something, while filling the blanks?
Still, I felt quite sure that I heard two guys whispering to each-other ‘some slut’. A few minutes later I heard a camera shutter a few times in a row… but when I turned back I only saw some girl taking selfies… or pretending to take selfies. A bit later there were some comments about smell and eventually… I could feel someone groping my butt while quietly chuckling next to my ear… and he was not stopping. Despite of two dozen people being around us, he did not care and no one else cared. I was still a few stations away from the last one but I needed to get out and get away from that guy.
As soon as the doors opened, I quickly walked out and did not look back… but he followed closely behind me, before catching up and trying to match our walking speeds, while once again reached out to grab my butt. Suddenly, I heard a sharp whistle. Turning my head, I saw a security guard running in my direction… and remembered that the lady reported me for having no ticket. Instinctively, I pushed through a small crowd of people in front of me and got on an escalator, to hopefully get a head start with running away. However, when I looked down… I saw that the security officer was focused on stopping and writing down the guy who molested me… but completely ignored me. Well, there was no point in looking the gift horse in the mouth.
After finally exiting the metro and climbing the stairs to the surface, I glanced at the map and tried to regain orientation. The streets were way more crowded in that part of the city but at least everyone around me appeared to be in too much of a rush to care about random girl with a bit too big head. Still, I felt that sticking to the main road was not as good idea as I initially thought. With the limited visibility of the mask I was destined to bump into random people going in the other direction.
I deviated a bit to the side, to what appeared to be housing areas, to still have light and pavements but less people. With that, I also decided to slow down a bit, into a casual stroll. While that metro ride saved me some time, I needed a long time to recover from all the events that occurred inside it. I never expected fresh air and being able to breathe with mouth to be a commodity until now. Quick breathing caused by running used up a lot of air that was in the mask and it needed to slowly refresh though the small openings.
Because of the breathlessness, the last few miles of the journey were a complete haze that now feels like a dream. I could remember walking, the sounds of heels clicking on the ground, passing some buildings… but when I think about it now, I certainly have a few blank spots in my memory. It was almost like the last part of the walk was on a complete autopilot.
Eventually, I reached the destination that was marked on the map and it turned out to be a huge storage area. Rows upon rows of identical garages distinguishable only by the numbers painted on their doors and different brands of padlocks used. I looked back on the photo and began searching that number.
Soon, I stood in front of the only storage that had no padlock and I could see light inside coming though a gap under the doors. There was no point in changing my mind any more. I opened the door a little bit and went in before carefully closing it. The inside was big enough to fit a car and a half but was almost completely empty.
The first thing that got my attention was a turned on camera standing on a tripod in the corner of the room. There was also some inflatable mattress in another corner and a big, bright lamp opposite it. However, what worried me the most… was a pair of metal handcuffs, attached to a chain that was bolted to the floor… and a note next to it. ‘Lock your hands behind your back and wait.’
Did I even have any options to back out at that point… or at any point? Sure, the doors were still open. I could run and break the locks on the costume with some pliers… However, they probably already collected the things that I left in the woods, including my phone, wallet and ID. If they had bad intentions, running away would not save me.
I tried to pick up the metal handcuffs… but the chain was too short. The only way I could put them on, was kneeling down. The concrete floor was cold and dirty but I ignored it and locked one of the cuffs on my wrist, before moving it behind me and struggling a little bit to lock the second cuff. Click. My fate was sealed. All that was left was simply waiting.
The emptiness of the room and the uncomfortable position were making the time run way slower. It felt like hours… and could be hours, as I used the metro to get there quicker than they expected me to. The chain was too short to stand up or even comfortably lie down, so all I can do was kneel there and look at the camera in front of me. My mind was flooded with regret, anxiety and… excitement. I did sign up for it. I knew full well it would happen. I saw the images on the website and could more or less predict my fate.
Finally, after what felt like eternity, I could hear footsteps and some murmurs outside and the doors opened. Almost a dozen people entered the small garage, surrounding me. All of them were wearing balaclavas, scarfs, sunglasses, masks and other face coverings. Each of them was dressed a bit differently, from tracksuits and plumber uniforms to well made business suits. It was clear that those were not just some cosplays but normal clothes that those people wore to work or just happened to wear at that time of day. Each one brought something but my focus was on a backpack that looked just like the one that I left in the woods.
It was a bit odd but none of them said a word after getting inside, probably some agreement they made. One of them adjusted the light and went behind the camera, while the others focused on me. My head was initially turning around rapidly, as I was trying to see what was happening around me but it was quickly stopped, as someone locked a tall posture collar around my neck. After seeing some of the people already pulling out their cocks, I wanted to look down in shame…
Then, I felt cold air on my crotch, as someone opened the zipper, letting my surprisingly hard cock to spring out. However, soon my butt got even colder, as someone applied a generous amount of lube around it, only to insert some large, metal, hook-shaped object in my anus. Seconds later, someone behind me grabbed the back of the long wig of the mask and pulled on it, before tying it to the hook in my ass, forcing me to look a bit up. Each time I tried to even slightly look down there was a very painful pressure inside me.
Unfortunately, my penis did not enjoy its freedom for long. One of the men approached me from the front, close enough to be seen and pulled down his pants. I expected to see another cock… but instead I saw that the man was wearing a very small, metal chastity cage, secured to him with a lock and a tight strap running around his waist. Soon, another man approached him and took out a small key, unlocking the contraption and slowly taking it off to free his shrivelled member. Then, they both looked down at me. Without a word, someone handed them some tissues and disinfectant to clean the chastity cage. Just a few seconds later, they both kneeled down and I could feel ice cubes on my penis… followed by warm piece of metal that was the cage. It had a short tube that went in my urethra and was so tiny that the two men had to work together to close and lock it on me. To stop it from flopping around, they attached some strap to it, wrapped it around my waist and tightened it until it dug into my skin, before locking it in place as well.
The camera man took a few minutes to walk around me and record every detail up close, before putting the camera back on the tripod and joining the others standing around me. Everyone approached me just enough to make their genitals visible. Most were already hard and slowly stroking to keep themselves there.
Eventually, one of the men sped up and masturbated like a madman, before getting a step closer, pressing the tip of his cock against my mask’s eye-slit and shooting his load right into it… and around my own eyes, filling the interior of the mask with fresh cum. I thought that after being surrounded by it for the last four hours I would be used to it and feel no difference… but he did target the one area that was left untouched before. On top of that, my visibility got a bit reduced for a while, because the cum clogged the eye-slit and was slowly flowing through. The first one then wiped his wet cock with the hair of my wig and took a step back to make space for next people.
Then, another two men nodded to each-other and approached me. They pulled my school uniform a bit out of the way and shot their cum under it, on my tanned, latex skin. I did not expect that I would even notice it through the layer of rubber but after sitting in a cold garage for over an hour, I could easily distinguish the warmth of fresh loads flowing down my second skin. While degenerate… it was oddly calming.
However, I was not allowed to relax. Just a few seconds later all the other ones came closer and spend up their jerking. The little show that they just witnessed made each of them rock-hard and ready to shoot. They were trying to prolong it and were glancing to each-other to see who would be the first to come but it made no difference to me, who was about to receive it all. Just a few minutes later, the first one exploded and soon everyone else followed up with their own eruptions, quickly covering my hair, mask, body and uniform with the hot cum.
Everyone wiped their cocks with my hair and uniform, before taking a bit of a break to recover. The posture collar and the hook in my butt got removed and detached from the wig, allowing me to look down at myself. My whole body was covered in cum of varied colour and thickness. Some of it was transparent and watery, flowing down me like a waterfall and dripping on the floor. Some of it was thick and sticky, staying in the spot that it hit. Some of it was in such small amounts that it already soaked into the fabric and disappeared. While most of it was slowly making its way down, there were some pools of cum gathering in the folds of the clothes, making me look like mountain hot-springs of ejaculate.
Click, click… I did not even notice that someone got behind me and unlocked my handcuffs… but before I could make any use of the freedom, two men grabbed me by the shoulders and led me to the inflatable mattress in the corner, throwing me onto it. Judging by their erections, they were already ready for another go.
The camera man repositioned himself to better capture what was about to happen. One of the men kneeled down on the bed and put my legs on his shoulders, before slowly inviting himself into my butt, while the other one squatted next to us with a vibrating wand and pressed it against my chastity cage, sending waves of numb pleasure.
I got quickly lost in the sea of pain and pleasure. Having my anal virginity taken by someone overly eager was sending pulsating discomfort through my body, as I felt my butt-hole being slowly torn apart… but at the same time, the cock was brushing against my prostate and the vibrating wand was helping from the other side, making my erection fight against the metal interior of the chastity cage. Under the mask, tears were running down my face from my wide-open eyes but at the same time… I could tell that my expression was turning into a twisted smile of joy.
Soon, I could feel a spark of warmth spreading itself inside me, as the stranger finally came inside me. He quickly pulled out and took a step back to let the man with camera take a good close up of my violated butt and the seamen flowing out of it.
Looking around, I could see that most people were putting their pants already, getting ready to leave. I wanted it to end... but I did not want it to end. I tried to call out to them, to stop them from walking out… but my voice got completely silenced by the dildo gag that was in my mouth this whole time. All I could do, was trying to give them a sign in hope that someone understands. I lifted my legs up and grabbed my butt-cheeks, pulling them away from each-other to clearly explode my anus. While half of them left anyway, the other half stayed and had some plans for me.
To my surprise, one of them pulled out a plastic bag and put it on my head, before securing it in place with the collar from before. With each of my breaths, I could hear the movements of the plastic bag. My breath and my time were limited and the remaining men knew it well, as they got straight back to business, filling my butt again and again. The pleasure made my breath quicken and that made my reserve of air run out way faster. The last thing I remembered before passing out was reaching climax and seeing the cum geysering out of my chastity cage and hitting the ceiling.
When I woke up the next morning, everyone was gone and I was completely naked… except for the tiny chastity cage. My body was not as dirty as I expected but the floor was quite wet with water, which meant that they washed me at least a little bit. The only things left in the room were the mattress, the backpack with my things and a little note. ‘We added your phone number to our group. In two weeks we will send you an SMS with the location of the next meeting. Come if you want to be unlocked and experience it from the other perspective.’
They did not leave me much of a choice with the contraption locked on my penis… but I was not going to object it anyway…
