It's not quite over.

As the stranger's fingers are withdrawn from your pussy, celebrated by a large round of applause and delightled male voices, you feel exhausted, humiliated, and defeated. Only the first, and likely the most tame, of who-knows-how-many rounds of this Sex Game has happened so far, and you've already pretty tragically failed the core task of staying a silent object. You want to crawl off into a corner and hide in a ball, and recover a bit of dignity and sanity. But no, you're not allowed to move. You have to regain your composure while staying exactly like this, your shamefully exposed holes, dripping with pussy juices, covered in that man's saliva, too... being eyed up by an unknown number of men.

You know that you're now playing catch-up, almost certainly losing on points after that bout of noise. You haven't heard anything like that from the other woman. If you want to win, you now not only need to be the best, most silent object you can be, but you also needs your competitor to make mistakes in the future.

But you are not a pessimistic woman. Far from it. You know that you can still win this. There's always still a chance. And so you tell yourself that under no circumstances will you-

"Aaaah!~"

You grimace with frustration as you **** yourself to cut off another sexual moan, caused by a sudden sloppy wet **** on your nethers. The man, or a different man - there's no way for you to tell - has suddenly appeared beneath your butt with his tongue, violently lapping away at your folds, slurping up all your vaginal secretions as if it was a delicious nectar.

Despite being a little sensitive from the mindblowing orgasm you just experienced, you can't help but find the man's oral **** on your pussy deeply pleasurable, and you are extremely grateful that nobody can see your dreadfully shameful facial expression of depraved indulgence.

And then it's over, just as suddenly as it began. The tongue disappears, there's a round of applause, and your butt is left dangling there, silently disappointed that the cunnilingus episode is over, quietly wishing for more.

"Round two will take 20 minutes or so to prepare." The announcer declares. "Feel free to retire to the bar area until then."

You hear the men filter out, and then your bright white cubicle is opened. A masked man guides you over to a new piece of apparatus... This one made of cold hard stone.

You gulp in trepidation, but control yourself and don't vocalize your concern in words. You don't want to risk the chance that they'll penalize you for speaking even now, in this break in between rounds.