The Event Begins

After about 15 minutes of waiting in darkness, Vanessa started to hear the sound of crowds entering the center. This filled her with a renewed sense of embarrassment, unsure of how many people were going to see her boobs today and tomorrow. That was when the screen in front of Vanessa turned on, revealing a view of the Wall, specifically her breasts. Looking at the image, she felt ashamed looking at her breasts hanging there, begging for people to look at them like they always have. Vanessa couldn’t help but feel like every time things couldn’t seem to get worse, they would. She wasn’t aware of how correct she was as she watch the first people walk up to her breasts.

Not even a minute after the event had started, Vanessa’s breasts had already drawn a crowd. The people seemed to be talking about her breasts, but she was unable to hear what they were saying. Then, without warning, the first person in the crowd grabbed her breasts. Vanessa let out a gasp as she felt the cold hands grab her soft breasts. The man continued groping her breasts, his hands sinking into her flesh. He didn’t stop there, pinching a stretching Vanessa’s nipples, causing Vanessa to scream in pain. While this interaction felt like forever, it had only been a minute as the man released her breasts. Watching through the screen, Vanessa saw him insert a coin into the slot in front of her. Immediately, Vanessa let out a sharp gasp as the thing between her legs began to vibrate. It wasn’t vibrating fast, but it was pressed right against her clit. The stimulation was overwhelming, especially for someone who never even touch themselves before. Vanessa squirmed in the soft restraints, seeing her breasts begin to jiggle because of the motion.

With no time to rest, Vanessa felt a new pair of hands touch her breasts. These hands were more gentle than the last, groping her slowly and methodically. The hands then moved to her nipples, teasing them and forcing a moan from Vanessa’s mouth. She could feel her nipples stiffen at the man’s touch. The feeling only became more intense as the man began to suck on her sensitive nipples. His tongue circled the nipple, sending waves of pleasure through Vanessa’s body. Never before could she have imagined such overwhelming pleasure. And just as before, the man’s time was up, leaving Vanessa wanting more. With the clink of the coin, the vibration between her legs intensified. Even through her haze, Vanessa realized what was happening. For every vote she received, the vibrator got more intense. After two she was already experiencing more stimulation than she could take. Even through her arousal she felt dread, seeing that a line had formed for her breasts that was so long it left the cameras line of sight.

Vanessa wanted to run. To pull herself out of this contraption and escape from this arousing hell. But, as thoughts of escape crossed her mind, a new set of hands grabbed her breasts. This is what the rest of the day would be like. Hands and fingers and mouths all patiently waiting for their turn to violate her breasts. While a voice in her head was telling her to fight the feeling, to resist, to not give in to being reduced to her breasts so easily, that voice got quieter and quieter with each vote and each set of hands. After only an hour, Vanessa had become a squirming mess of moans. Every feeling was replaced with pleasure. Her breasts had become so sensitive, that even the feeling of someone grabbing her breasts sent her to the brink of orgasm.

Over the course of 8 hours, Vanessa had accumulated 480 votes. Literally a vote every minute the convention was open. And as the convention ended, Vanessa’s body hand gone limp, covered in sweat. Her face was a contorted mess of pleasure, her eyes rolled back and tears streaming down her face. Her mouth released pathetic moans as the stimulation sent her into another orgasm. But, as soon as the convention ended, the vibrator stopped. Yet, Vanessa was so far gone she couldn’t even react to it, slipping into a deep sleep.