A sports stadium

You were marched, still blindfolded, through some kind of underground parking area and into an echoey hallway. The armbinder pinning your arms behind you made it difficult to keep your balance as your escort drove you blindly forward at a brisk pace. You lost one of your shoes at some point, nearly falling on your face. After several awkward steps with only one shoe and no indication that anyone was going to return it to you or slow down for you, you kicked off the second shoe to proceed barefoot.

Soon, you sensed the hallway open up to an enormous space, and full of a huge number of people. It sounded like a small stadium of people. Your stomach dropped. Why would they take you here? In the three years you'd spent overseeing the operations of L7, you'd never seen or heard of any sort of ****-spectacle in an arena. Your feet touched grass as your march continued, confirming your assumption. Mind racing, all you could think about was the countless eyes that must have been following you. Did they know what was going on?

Your heart pounded with an intoxicating blend of fear and anticipation. You were completely helpless. In the hands of a planet-wide system of sexist men who knew everything there was to know about subjugating women. Laconia Seven was probably the single most attractive place in the universe for a woman with your deep need to submit to something bigger and stronger than you. To be used and degraded, overpowered, consumed. This world had no mercy for someone like you, but you weren't looking for any mercy. You knew there would be no one coming to save you, no one interested in helping you. Even if you wanted to escape your present situation and somehow managed to, there would be no hope of escaping the planet.

God, it turned you on more than you'd imagined possible. Your pussy was positively drenched by the time your march came to a sudden stop. Countless voices surrounded you, too far to make out any words; it was just a low rush of hundreds of separate conversations happening all at once.

A voice came over a speaker system. "Welcome, guests. Please take your seats and the show will begin in about twenty minutes."

A hand pushed you towards the ground, prompting you to fall on your knees. The hands of two men guided you into a wide kneeling position, bent forward, with your bound arms raised behind you. A series of soft metallic clicks later you were unable to move at all. Your collar was chained to something anchored to the ground beneath you, and your armbinder was secured to something above you. A bar was placed between your knees and straps closed around your thighs to prevent you from drawing your legs closed.

Trapped. Exposed.

Seconds later, the men cut away your blouse and skirt, leaving you completely naked on the field. To your horror, you detect the sounds of several camera shutters around you, like the fluttering of strange birds.

With your head bent forward, you felt your saliva slowly escape over your lip, drooling steadily as you panted like a bitch in heat. You were positive your burning pussy was drooling just as excitedly on your other end. Just two wet holes dripping in anticipation of whatever was coming next. You were already **** to get on with it; twenty minutes was going to be unbearable.