She tried to believe in a more innocent time, where parties just had presents and balloons and cake.

As she stood in line waiting for her turn at the center of the room Jennifer began to have second thoughts.

"What am I doing here?" she asked herself as the next girl in line kneeled on the tarp. Men -- dozens of them, they seemed to be everywhere -- stood around naked, massing their cocks in anticipation of a fresh face: it was a Bukkake Party, and Jennifer was now third in line.

The current girl smiled at the beginning when the first load of semen shot upon her chin, but the smile began to fade when the fourth man ejaculated into her eye. Now she began to noticeably tremble as men five, six, and seven ejaculated more-or-less simultaneously: semen dripped from her hair, her cheeks, her nose, her chin, and she could not open her eyes without that painful thick sting.

She struggled to her feet, and the next girl took her place: Jennifer was now second in line, and she could feel the thready pulse of panic begin to constrict her chest. If only someone would come through that door -- anyone -- and put a stop to this, but even the faintest wisp of hope blew away as she now was next in line.

Then: her turn. She felt as if it was an out-of-body experience as she watched herself kneel from above, helpless, the men with their erect cocks beginning to circle her. Jennifer's out-of-body presence became her twelve-year-old self, as she tried to believe in a more innocent time, where parties just had presents and balloons and cake.

As the first man ejaculated upon her face there was a commotion at the entrance: a group of Chinese Gang Youth had broken in the door, and were now demanding the wallets from all the men. Cocks grew flaccid and shriveled as, one by one, the naked men fished their wallets from their pants with trembling hands and gave them over to the Chinese Gangsters.

It was as if her desperate prayer was answered -- Someone, Somewhere, was Really Listening! --and Jennifer took a deep cleansing breath.

Except she then noticed the Chinese Gangster Youth begin to massage their cocks through their pants; then, the sound of a zipper. And another. And another. She knew now that she would never be able to hear the sound of a Zipper without Fear, ever again.

"Me go first!" the Leader of the Chinese Youth Gang said firmly. "Me go first at skinny white lady."

Jennifer shivered as she coldly realized: things were going to get much worse before they got better...

I am Laslo.