Follow quietly

You can't win a fight with this thing; not here, not now. You follow quietly behind {if Owner = 1} him {endif} {if Owner = 2} her {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} while {if Owner = 1} he {endif} {if Owner = 2} she {endif} {if Owner = 3} it {endif} leads you out of the room and through others.

Each room is like the one you came from; rectangular, brightly lit, and containing between three and five podiums upon which a **** is displayed, paralysed. About half of the podiums are empty and dark by now, but on the others you see a vast array of life with a vast array of body types you'd never dreamed of. You're not able to stop and stare; your owner is moving quickly, and you need to keep up.

The few buyers still lurking around stare at you as you go past. You must be quite a sight; a naked woman, obviously sexually excited, being led around by a tentacle in her cunt. The end of the tentacle inside you starts tensing, pulsating, providing waves of sensation that press even harder inside you then ripple painfully out and rub over your clit where the tentacle lies. The rhythm speeds up as you walk, and soon it's hard to concentrate on walking. As your owner leads you out of the market and onto a noisy, crowded street, you feel an orgasm building.