Room Tour

You look around the room, the crowd shifts around Paris and the blonde. You can stay here with the two men that have already found you, but how long would it be till another man turned around in that crowd. Then another and another. It would be likely to happen eventually, no matter if you stay or move. But at least if you move, you can dodge some of the immediate violations.

You drop the toy, not even bothering to turn it off. And dart away unseen into the room. The men of the room are gathered in clumps, likely with one of your fellow competitors within the mass. When you round a couple groupings, you catch sight of men not standing in the crowd. A couple with the red R dressed like grunts, but a few are sitting on couches sharing drinks, they’re likely patiently waiting, knowing that their turn would come as more men tired. This was a marathon for you and the competitors, but for these men it was a waiting game.

You scan the walls, looking for any markings that would indicate a bathroom. Your plan to hide in a stall for a while, or even the whole night sounds good right about now. But the walls are all barren, except the doors you entered through. But that is guarded by a couple of large grunts. Just when you think that maybe you have to ask to go, and would then be escorted, likely to prevent the very plan you had, that’s when you see it. A platform in one corner, a clear toilet sat upon it. You can see men standing in the area, and you realize that if you need to use the restroom tonight, you’ll be doing so with an audience.

A few men stand around a long buffet table, plates of food, and various pitchers of drinks, punch, lemonade, water. Your mouth feels a little dry looking at the drinks, but then you remember that drinks would mean visiting the very public restroom. Plus if you approached the table you would absolutely be spotted.

You make a turn dodging the sight of another man. You feel something wet under your foot. Looking down you notice the white sticking to your toes, the unmistakable signs of cum on the floor below. You hop over to another nearby rug, wiping the mess off on the fibers. This brings you unreasonably close to a huddle of men, but luckily their focus isn’t on you.

Curiosity takes hold, and you decide to peek into the center of the crowd. Your heart skips a beat when you see Jack. One man at each end, she’s bent over at the waist as one man pounds into her from behind, while another man thrusts into her mouth. His hand in her messy mop of red hair. Your first instinct is to rescue her, but you know that’s not possible. It would just end in you joining her. Would she want that? You know she wouldn’t because if the roles were reversed you’d want her to run and hide. But still, you have the urge to run forward and take half her load. You turn away before you do something stupid.

When you get away from the crowd, you spot John. He’s easier to spot, there isn’t a crowd around him. Just a handful of men around John kneeling on the floor. You’re shocked to see a cock in his mouth, but knowing the event you should’ve been prepared for such a site, Yuruki had even said as much. You fell bad for him, you remember your first time, when Blue **** his dick into your mouth outside the Professor’s lab. Your heart aches knowing that just like with Jack, you can’t save John from this fate.

“Chug, chug, chug,” another group of men chant. Once again curiosity overcomes you. Daisy sits naked at a table. She’s drinking something from a pint glass. It’s thick and white, and you barely stifle your gasp as you realize it’s cum. She sets the glass down, looking to be on the verge of throwing it all back up. The white liquid pools at the bottom, maybe a fingers width tall. A guy walks out of the crowd jerking himself off. He points his cock down into Daisy’s cup and adds his own seed to the mix. Then you see the second empty glass on the table. Where did Team Rocket even source that much cum? Nevermind, you don’t want the answer to that. Daisy grimaces and picks her glass up, downing the last of the dregs. You feel bad for her, but then your stomach drops when you see a grunt slowly approaching with a third glass filled to the brim.

You back away, and continue your stealth tour of the room. The next stop features a loud buzzing, Snow is knelt, and it looks like tied down, on a loud buzzing contraption. She looks dazed, her body convulsing, her eyes rolled back in her head. You saw the way she nearly passed out during her forfeit with Jack, this looks like she might be a zombie. Snow’s white face drips with cum, at least 7 loads worth dripping from her features, her hair stuck to her forehead with a seminal glue. More men stand around watching, a dick in each of her hands.

As you back away, you run into a wall. Except you know you’re not near the wall. Instead you look up into a man’s face. He quickly wraps his arm around your waist, “What do we have here?” On instinct you struggle as he lifts you from the ground, despite knowing that it won’t do any good. Even if you got away, you’re still stuck in this afterparty.

He carries you to a crowd of men, “Make way, I caught us another one.” The men look your way, but move out of the way. A couple stray hands slide across your bare skin, one even managing to pinch your nipple before being pulled away. The man carries you to the middle of the crowd. That’s where you see Ashley being held up between two men. Her legs draped over one man’s arms as he pounds into her pussy, the other behind her slamming into her ass.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she grunts while being fucked. And honestly you couldn’t agree more. Maybe you should’ve joined Jack, John, Snow, or even Daisy. Even the public bathroom sounds better than more time with Ashley. But it’s too late now, you’ve been caught. A man steps out of the crowd, and lifts your legs over his arms like Ashley’s. The two men jostle you as they position themselves just right. Then right next to Ashley you’re being double penetrated just like her.