Not exactly.

"Jeez, air-drying isn't really working, huh?" Rachel said, and for a moment, Mackenzie thought she was in the clear.

No, she wasn't horny, she just wasn't naturally drying off on this remarkably windless day. For the first time since she had been trapped with her pussy exposed to a yardful of strangers, she felt relieved. "N-no, it's not," she agreed, still finding it difficult to speak under the circumstances. "Maybe if you help me down and get me some cl-"

"Here, use this," she heard Diane say, and suddenly, a towel-clad hand was back on her pussy.

"Ah!" Instinctively, she tried to kick whoever it was away, but again, strong hands gripped her ankles. She grabbed at the wooden floor of the tree house desperately, her senses on fire.

"You might wanna- here, let me help," she heard Rachel mutter. Nothing could have prepared her for the sensation of hands on either side of her pussy, spreading it apart.

Her eyebrows shot up - "_AHHhhh_ohmygod-" and the hands on her ankles gripped her even more tightly. The hand currently drying off her privates was none too gentle, and with Rachel and Diane occupied she had to assume it belonged to a man. An unknown man had his hand on her pussy. She was practically hyperventilating.

Her fears were affirmed when she heard a hum of concentration. Obviously, she wasn't getting any drier, and whoever was inadvertently masturbating her may be getting a little frustrated.

He redoubled his efforts, and now, on each pass of his hand, fingers were going inside her. Rhythmically, deeper each time, he moved into her, penetrating her deeply. Her breathing picked up still. Her nails scratched at the floor. She thought of all the eyes on her, watching her being finger fucked against her will, getting to see her most intimate moment as she finally-