The hard way.

“Quiet,” Mia hissed, and began to fuck me with long, deep thrusts. “Otherwise someone else will come in. The losers are standing outside and don’t know about you yet. If you’re too loud, they’ll hear everything.”

Every thrust was hard and controlled. The strap-on filled me completely. My bound arms tugged at the ropes, my breasts pressed against the tiles. I bit my lip, trying really hard to be quiet – but I couldn’t. With every deep thrust, a suppressed, trembling moan escaped me. And then I heard the cubicle door open. Footsteps. Several. Quiet, cautious, but clearly audible on the wet tiles.

My heart skipped a beat.

Someone had come in…

Mia reached around me, her fingers found my clitoris and rubbed it in quick circles.

I came so hard that I briefly passed out. Everything went white. My body tensed, my pussy clenched wildly around the strap-on, a loud, uncontrolled moan burst from me. My legs gave way completely. For a few seconds, there was only darkness and the sensation of falling.

The men were breathing heavily. One whispered to Mia, another laughed quietly. “Did you really just knock her out with an orgasm?” Now you could hear the clicking of mobile phones – photos were being taken.

Mia leaned towards my ear and whispered so softly:

“The losers are standing here now. They can see everything. They can see me fucking you. They can see you coming. They’re taking photos of their stolen trophy… and they’re glad they’ve at least taken that away from the winners. If you don’t want that, just say the word and I’ll send them out. No, nothing.”

Mia smiled contentedly and whispered quietly to herself:

“Perfect… that’s exactly how I wanted you.”

I couldn’t reply. I was still too dazed, too overwhelmed by shame and lust. My body was trembling, my pussy was throbbing, my breasts were rising and falling rapidly.

The men entered quietly, mobile phones already in hand. They didn’t say a word. They just stared at the ****, bound, naked Lisa.

Mia whispered to them:

“Quick. Take your photos. But don’t touch her. She’s my trophy.”

The three players hastily took dozens of pictures:

Close-ups of my face with my mouth open and traces of semen on my lips.

Full-length shots of my bound body, arms raised high above my head, breasts exposed, nipples hard.

Close-ups of my dripping, swollen pussy with the plug in my arse.

A few shots of Mia standing next to me, smiling triumphantly at the camera.

It was all quick and quiet. No one touched me. They just stood there, taking photos and revelling in the sight of their stolen trophy.

Mia whispered:

“Enough. Get out. The photos are going to your winning team tonight – as a little ****.”

I came again – so hard that I snapped out of my faint. Everything went white again. My body tensed, my pussy cramped violently, a loud, shaky moan escaped me. I was hanging there, held only by my bound arms.

Mia kissed my neck and whispered:

“Hey… there you are again,” she whispered softly and kissed my forehead. “You were gone for a moment. That was pretty intense.”

I was breathing heavily, still completely disoriented.

“I… I came… and then… nothing…”

Mia smiled tenderly and held me close.

“You were so sweet when you fainted. Like a little princess who just keeled over.”

She undid the restraints on my wrists and caught me as I almost collapsed. Then she wrapped me in a large towel and sat me down on the bench.

I leaned against her, exhausted, my legs still trembling, my pussy sensitive and throbbing.

I had no idea that several players from the losing team had just left the shower with hundreds of photos.

I had no idea they’d photographed me whilst I was **** and tied up.

And I had no idea those pictures would end up with the winning team tonight – as a little, humiliating act of ****.

Mia just held me tight, stroked my back and whispered:

“You were the perfect trophy today. And I was the perfect thief.”

I smiled weakly, still completely exhausted.

“…thank you for saving me.”

Mia laughed softly and kissed my temple.

“Saved? Oh, sweetie… I just stole you for myself.”