Frost and his men returned a while later, and she was freed from her tiny, piss-soaked prison. Her hair was still drenched, and it stank. Her skin was a little drier, but that even worse, since the urine had soaked in.
She stood as they fixed the yoke onto her, trapping her neck and wrists. She walked with her captors back to the labour camp, it was late afternoon by the time they arrived.
“Kneel here,” Frost ordered.
Samia got down on her knees, wondering what her next **** would be. She looked up as about a dozen of the prisoners approached from inside the mine.
“Congratulations, men,” Frost said. “You’re the hardest workers of today. Here is your prize.”
They looked down at Samia, a couple of them licking their lips. She recognised Payne from a couple of days ago.
“You can cum on her, wherever you want.”
They all quickly took out their cocks, surrounding Samia as they jerked off. She gulped, knowing her face was about to get covered in cum.
She knelt for a minute or two as they jerked off. Then she heard the sharps breaths of a couple of men who were close.
She closed her eyes, trying to prepare herself for the worst.
The first cumshot was huge, covering her face completely, and making her close her eyes. How long had it been since that guy had cum?
Then another came all over her chest, she couldn’t see it with her sticky eyes, but she felt it over both tits, a huge splash of it.
One by one, their hot jets exploded onto her face, hair, and chest. It was a sticky mess, but she knew it could have been much worse.
She gulped and tried to swallow down the bitter taste of her own fear and disgust.
Payne walked up to her first, hitting her face with his cum, followed by the next man, and the next. Samia felt the warm liquid splattering all over her, dripping onto her face and in her mouth. She gagged, trying to prevent the taste from getting into her mouth, but one man slapped his cock against her lips, and it hit her chin. She didn't want to taste her own spit in case she opened her mouth and got all the cum around her lips.
She felt like such a disgusting mess as the last man came on her. Her face was more than covered; it felt like there was a layer an inch or two thick all over her face, sticking into her hair too. It felt just as thick on her chest too. She couldn’t open her eyes, and the few times she’d had to open her mouth, she’d gotten a taste of it.
