Give up

"I'm so sorry, what's your name?"

"Isabelle," she looks back at you.

"Isabelle, I don't think I have time to stop what's about to happen. We're going to get through this together and we'll make this man pay." You reach down and lift the bottom of her minidress up, revealing just a black thong.

"What the hell are you doing?!" She yells at you.

"You'll thank me in a minute, trust me." You start to shift sideways out of the path of the girl.

"Wait, no! Don't give up! Help me!" She feels you trying to move out from behind her and turns to grab onto you.

You slip out from behind her and watch her step backwards on wobbly heels until she gets close to the wall. Realising her destination she renews her effort to slow and puts her foot on the wall to slow her.

You wince as she is slowly **** back onto the phallus.

She stands bent forwards, looking comically cross-eyed from the sensation, hopefully meaning that the voluminous cock wasn't too much for her.

A flash comes as her friend takes a photo, bringing her thoughts back into the room.

"Asshole!" She struggles on it but seems to be stuck tight against the marble disc. "Get me off this thing!"

You look at the plaque next to the artefact she was attached to and wince again.