Might as well

“Yes”

Stiletto knew that the hunt was over when the Hunter had slammed her manacles together. She had suffered her first defeat, and she was bound to be truly fucked regardless of what she decided. Despite feeling complete revulsion towards the idea of being the creep’s personal fucktoy for hours on end, she was more afraid that, if her ordeal took place out in the open, the Assmaster might allow the crowd to have a go at her.

“Well, would you look at that?! The lady’s invited herself back to my place. As the gentleman that I am, I’m afraid I’ll have to oblige.” said the Hunter grinning from ear to ear, while the crowd started booing.

Stiletto sighed. The good news was that she would soon be away from these people. Maybe she could still maintain a shred of dignity if her unavoidable romp with this sleezebag happened away from the curious eyes of the public.

Her hopes were soon dashed when he announced to the mob - “Sorry to disappoint you all folks, but I do have a audience of loyal paying fans to provide top-quality entertainment to. If you want to watch the proceedings, I suggest you all subscribe to my channel, where I will be streaming myself mastering Stiletto’s ass very shortly.”

Mortified, she had only seconds to think about this turn of events before he hit her with her own disorientor and she blacked out.