Ngh!! (Requires 5 or less Orgasms)

The heat suddenly starts to drain down your body like a bottle. Normal temperatures return to your shoulders, and chest, and stomach, and thighs, and as it reaches the edge of your pussy....

"OH, GAWD!" You shout out, as juice exits your body in massive quantities. T-this is bad!! There's an entire audience here! You hump in your chair as a substantial amount of liquid gushes out of you -- O-oh no, it's getting on some people in the front row... You've cum before, but you've never.... never absolutely creamed like this! Everything below is wet- a-and it's visible......

Eventually it subsides. You're still awake, but you're leaning back in the chair, and even though you can move your body again now... it's too hard. Dogs are really good at cooling down, so taking a page out of their notes, you let your tongue flop out, and pant fast and deep. The top hat guy's breathing a bit heavily too.

"Ha!" He cries, slouching slightly and prodding your sideways lolled head with his finger. "Look at you, you prissy slut! Still awake though, are you?"

You moan out an answer. Your mouth stays open for it, and your tongue stays dangling.

"Good!" He takes your limp jaw in his grasp, and forces you to look at his eyes. "Now then, why don't you tell me what you're thinking right now?"

It takes a few seconds of you gasping down air for you to try to speak -- and it takes him personally putting your limp tongue back into your mouth for the speech to be intelligible.

Without knowing why, you answer him entirely honestly. "N-nothing...."

He smiles. This is even easier than he expected.....

"What am I going to do with you..." he releases his grip on your head, and it rolls limply to the side once more, as he taps at his bottom lip. "In fact, what are you going to do with yourself?"

"'m gunna... be a Warrior..."

"Ha!" He cries out, and the audience joins in. Much louder than any applause or reaction they've had so far this night. That's so mean.... "Well then, great protector, here's what I'm going to do to you." A wicked smile takes to his face as he continue talking. "Every time you hear somebody say.... hmm.... every time that you hear somebody say 'gauntlet', you're going to cum this hard again on the spot. The more people around to see it, the harder you cum."

W-what....? Hey- no way....

"You should learn to not disrespect your superiors, girl." He leans in close to get one last look at your vacant, half-lidded eyes. "Gauntlet."

WAIT- AAAHHHHHHH!!!! You scream out to the heavens as your consciousness and your juices both leave you, but even in slumber you continue bucking away into the air and spraying all over the place. S-so many people were watching you!! Your face glows red, as your open eyes stare at the inside of your head and your jaw is stuck in a permanent 'O' of shock and pleasure. Oh man.....

When you finally come to a halt, the man slaps his hand against your crotch, moistening it, and goes to work rubbing the juices seeping out of your jeans all over each of your heaving boobs. Once both are good and glistening, he slides his hand across the rim of his hat, blows you a kiss, and turns to leave -- fully intended to leave you **** and topless on the stage -- but instead he pauses. He looks back over his shoulder at you. You're so.... wimpy. And weak. It's pathetic. He can't help but feel pity for you.

With a sigh, and returns over to you, and speaking into the ear of your limp head facing upward, he gently whispers....

"Alright, then. These sentences are excluded from your latest rule. You will only cum the next three times you hear the word 'Gauntlet'. But, to make up for that kindness, you will have no memory of this, or of what that word can do to you. I don't want you avoiding it, now."

He stands, and walks off of the stage.

***

Eventually, you wake up leaning on the bar. You're topless, and your boobs are all shiny. Oh man, someone must've spilled a drink on you! Oh well, you've got plenty of other shirts at home, and-- the shiny stuff's a bit sticky, and it's all over your pants too, but a good wash should clean it out. Man, hopefully nobody saw you. You lift your head up from the counter-

"Hey, whore."

Eep!

"Your buddy took the other half. Here's yours. Good show tonight."

The bartender holds out $50 to you. O-oh. Cool! Yeah, that's right, your show went super well. The audience loved it! Too bad you must've slept through the rest of the magic, you would've liked to see it..... Oh well!