Neither, I'm running!

You jerk yourself up, take a quick gasp, and observe the surroundings. Everyone in the room was in either states of pleasure or exhaustion; even your jester partner was thoroughly winded, currently seated on a party table. Everyone else was swept up in feelings, feelings **** upon them by an unknown apparition, feelings felt by you mere seconds ago. Now that the high had died down, you feel as though you're a hole in this collective field of ecstasy filled only by shame, fear, and regret.

You gotta get outta here; this place isn't safe anymore! You pick up your panties, cover your boobs, and make a mad dash towards the door. It is a sprint over strangers writhing on the floor and bumping into you on tables and chairs, until you finally run into the large, wooden door acting as your gateway to the outside. A single turn of the doorknob is all that is required to escape this terrible nightmare.

But, alas, the nightmare is **** to continue, as it is quickly discovered that the knob is stuck along with the door itself. Dread and despair begin to flush through your soul; there now only exists fear built upon the shame and regret of the jester's incident. You had given your first time to a stranger; a random, masked man; in such an unmeaningful, routine act. The flush of dread is almost replaced by a desire to try a new exit, were it not interrupted by an arm around the waist and hand over the mouth.

You are forcibly turned around to the proper positition to be pushed back into the door, giving room to witness the persecutor. Apparently, someone had the idea to attend the party dressed as a barbarian warrior, given the angry-looking man garbed in pelts right there. He said nothing, but you can see his dick wet and fully erect, as if it had finished up one pussy and was ready for more.

You attempt to squirm your way out of his clutches, but they prove too grand for escape. True futility of the situation comes in when you feel him push vehemently inside. He greets the event with periodic grunts, while you reply with great cries of agony. However, these cries are halted by a sudden and swift change of heart. Why care about something as unimportant as virginity? If giving it up means more fun times like this, then leave it be! Your arms wrap around the assailant, your legs lift from the ground, and your once agonizing screams turn into pleasurable sounds of huffs and puffs. The action intensifies by your call, and your hips start jerking along with his masterful dick.

The course continues, until you reach an orgasm. Seeing you have been spent, the barbarian allows you to drop to the floor and jerks some jizz onto your face.