Linda masturbates like her friend's life depends on it.

I writhed and moaned on the ground. I looked around with lusty eyes, making sure that every guard's eyes were on me and I moved my body to keep them watching. I wanted to see how horny I was, playing with myself in front of everyone. I turned to my front and stuck my butt out in the air. My legs were parted and my face touched the ground. I could feel my vulva stretch out as I widened my knees. It glistened of my bodily lubrication, which I dipped my fingers over and licked.

My body was in constant motion, a smooth sway, simulating me being taken from behind. I was breathing heavily and I said things like, "I am so hot... I need to cum... mmm..." then I licked my lips and pursed then in the most sultry face I could think of, mouth slightly ajar, eyes half open because they were lost in a haze of sexual arousal. I could tell my work was having an effect when some of the mercenaries started to move closer to watch. I was fortunate that our sexual practices lined up with theirs, or maybe they were just curious what the human nature is on the matter. Either way, I had their attention.

All the eyes on me added to the pressure to perform. I always thought I excelled under pressure. All those piano concerts, velocity tournaments and flight performances, I could remember the rush of adrenaline that I would get from getting the crowd, knowing that they were there to watch me do what I had spent countless hours practicing in order to succeed. This was no different. I was doing what I had trained to for, even if this was inadvertent. I got that rush just like I had all those other times, but this rush made me hot, it made my hairs stand on end and my skin goosebump. My pussy quivered in full display of my audience, ready to explode.

I gave a baleful moan. It shivered with an aching desire for my pussy to be satisfied. My fingers answered the call, thrusting inside my sex pot and digging out the sweet nectar from within. The fluids glimmered down my fingers and sweat dropped to the floor. I was getting close to the climax. My body wanted its release and despite the fact that I knew I needed to stall, I could not deny it any longer. I clutched my breast and continued to thrust my fingers in my hole as I rolled to my back, showing my all in the effort to get off. I bucked and moaned. I gasped for air as I felt the rolls of sweat trickle down my forehead, neck and back. My legs were splayed, my vulva puffed out pink, I was ready for the big finish.

A couple of strokes later, I called out, "I'm cumming!" and let my body go. It convulsed instantly! A spray of juices squirted out from my love hole, splattering to the floor. I hit another orgasm as my fingers continued to work my pussy. Shoots of spray came out again and my body shook. I moaned out without reservations. It was debauched and hoarse and made me feel even more depraved. Soon my body slowed down to small spasms as the moment passed. I lay in my own puddle, breathing heavily, and gazed casually at my onlookers.

My fellow crewmates were in awe. At least I hope that was the reaction. I'm sure many were shocked at what I just did as well. The snake-like intruders were just as mystified. I was about to lose their attention though if I didn't start doing something else. I looked to Kari, who I could tell was very turned on by the demonstration. I looked to the commander who held her hostage. He was looking over my body, but still had his hand on Kari the whole time.

"Segmet, what is the time?" the commander asked.