Jump away!

You make tiny jumps through the store. Slow. Pathetic. Wet. But you don’t care. You think, if you get to that little storeroom, maybe you’ll be able to lock yourself there somehow…

But the view of your running-away ass awakens womens’ hunting drive…

“Where are you going, whore?”

“There are many more slaps waiting for you!”

“Come back here as a slut you are!”

You know what humiliates you the most?

Your urge to obey them. To jump back, to stick out your ass and to endure more slaps. Because you really are the whore they are calling for. You love to be treated like that.

So yeah, you would submit to them, unless you were already beaten as hell.

But they aren’t just yelling. They are chasing their prey. Too slow prey…

Slap! The first woman reaches you and puts your ass on fire.

Smack! The second girl comes from the left, and her pantyhose whip tears your tit. Hell, your nipple hurts…

… and your pussy is soaking.

But still, you try to escape

You double your speed in a hopeless attempt to reach the storeroom.

But then the third woman appears in front of you.

She twists her pantyhose like a lasso - and you freeze like a deer in the car lights. A confused one, which isn’t sure if it wants to be caught and fucked...

The woman uses that pause and strikes your crotch.

And that’s how it all ends for you.

Her slap is both painful and overstimulating.

So suddenly all your arousal, all your wetness gathers in one point between your legs.

And it explodes so fucking bright, that the shockwave throws you onto the floor, where you twitch in convulsions. Twitch like a bitch. Twitch like a bitch. Hell, what’s going through your head?

Contused, you hear, as if through cotton, Linda congratulating the “winner” and saying her good-byes to the others. And then her footsteps get close.