"Whyy should we?"

Taunts the most voluptuous woman present. She's barely contained by her risqué cocktail dress, and fixing to cause chaos; she shoots me an unintimidated stare as she—and many others—**** Ahab.

I watch him wince and moan as the myriad hands probe his perfect nude form, but, shaking myself out of another sensual reverie, I stamp my foot and command, "I don't have to give a reason!"

Several of these ladies slow their **** on my sexy friend, and take a moment to consider my demands, toothless though they may be.

They do so by eyeing me like a piece of meat.

I feel their leers boring into me, I feel the conditioned air breeze through the straps of my scant bathing suit, and I feel my stomach drop when they lick their lips with all eyes trained on my half-dressed body. My throat dries as I scan the room and find no angle without women—women lustfully ogling me—occupying it.

They drop Ahab where he stands, letting the well-hung pacifist collapse, full of shame and out of breath, as his legion of tormentors lunge at me and my Amazonian friend. One woman from the initial onslaught catches me around the waist, and I—without thought—deck her, before running in one of the many equally-futile escape routes.

While I make my attempt to flee, a few girls grab and coo over Natalie—who is still trying to right herself, after seeing her crush punished like that—they cling to her immaculate, muscular body like lichen, and effortlessly overwhelm the poor woman. As the buff blondie writhes in her own private Hell, they tug at her bikini strings and grope her wherever they can snake their grabby little hands.

Though I back away from this malodorous mob, they get rowdier than ever and several more grab me; it was no trouble to shake off the first woman—a six-foot redhead—but… have you ever been swarmed before? You don't actually get to use your strength against a mob, they just surround you, so, despite keeping myself in impeccable shape, my over-appreciative assailants soon render me helpless. After I've been immobilized, their idea of fun begins in earnest.

A well-endowed brunette laughs with delight, winding back her hand before… *SMACK*

"Eep!!— Hey, hands off!!" I demand. Her hand didn't simply collide with my round butt, no, she started fondling it immediately after the smarting impact.

"This lady's got such a nice asss, I'm jealous— is anyone else jealous?"

"Hell yeah!" Says another lady, now that she's joined her friends in groping my ass.

"I'mmm just jealousss, that you an' Rori are touching it, and not me!" Slurs a young woman sauntering up to me while my butt's busy being fondled. She's licking her lips, and despite her obviously college-aged, she's still wearing braces; the expression on her lopsided visage is the lustiest in the room by far, and she makes no secret of her desires when she starts playing with the fabric of my swimsuit.

Hands that feel like mice crawl around under my one piece, and tear at the material; I'm swiftly losing what little cover I have left.

Trying to distract myself from this perverted co-ed's creeping fingers, I check on Ahab; a few of his molesters have returned to have some 'fun' with him, giving him little respite in his humiliations. Natalie, on the other hand, has been stripped topless by her assailants, rather than full-on naked. All of us are being spanked, groped or otherwise fondled— clearly a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

The girl with braces is halfway through tearing my swimsuit off, causing my breasts to pop into view and bounce around obscenely for the giggling women. They laugh at me and coo their perverse appreciation, while I writhe—blushing ruby-red—unable to shield what I wish so badly to keep private.

Is this how Ahab felt today? It's horrible.

Despite my legs' relative freedom, my attempts to escape result in nothing more than making my exposed boobs jiggle more— much to my drunken captors' delight.

"Woooo, hoo!! Shake it, girl!"

"Nice tits!"

"Meee-ow!!"

I suffer through catcall after catcall from the **** mob, struggling harder in their arms as they try to fondle my bare breasts. Fingers encircle clear around my ankles when it becomes evident to the mass of bi-curious bachelorettes that I have even the slightest chance to wriggle free.

That girl with the braces peels my swimsuit down further, dropping its fabric past my crotch, exposing me completely; I shriek in horror as every woman surrounding me casts her stupefied ogle towards my shamefully, involuntarily, wet vagina.

I can only struggle and writhe in their invasive grips. And I do so frenziedly as the brace-faced drunk reaches her delicate fingers closer and closer to the treasure it seeks; my well-trimmed pussy.

"No, no— stop!!" I cry, overcome with panic as the fate which befell Ahab threatens me.

"Hehehee! Let's play a little game, a game I like to call: How long will it take this sexy chick to orgasm?"

"Nooo!!"