Ridden Upon

He makes a mischievous look my way, as he steps to stand over me. I look over my shoulder, but otherwise, hold myself still, and soon find myself watching as he lowers himself down, his ear on my lower back. He grabs ahold of my left shoulder for balance, before slapping my ass with his right hand. I gasp, as my body reacts to the coupling of his weight upon my back, and the sudden sensation of pain & pleasure from my ass. He gives my ass another slap before calling out, "Why don't we see just how much fun we can have with you?", before causing, and leaning over to whisper into my ear, "I really want to see how well I can humiliate ya, I can already tell you're going to be my favourite slut here!"

With that, he goes back to riding me upright and slaps my ass again, most likely to get me going. Managing to pull myself onto all fours despite the weight, I manage to walk slowly around the booths and soon hear hoots and catcalls as I slowly make my way around. I feel more than a few of the patrons reach out to rub their hands on my exposed skin or slap my ass as I pass by their booth. My face became a shade of red in embarrassment, which gets worse as I notice men and women alike are chortling and laughing at my expense. as I make my way around, I notice the women are being even more aggressive than men in slapping my bare and exposed ass cheeks. My gasps get louder and sharper as I progress, and before I get even one-third the way around, I find myself making my way past the Greeter station, and thus Sheila.

I look up and see her standing there, a smile quite obviously plastered on her face. I moan then as someone rubs her hand upon my ass and down my thigh. As I slowly crawl along on all fours, I watch as she brings out a black Ballgag, which would contrast sharply against my red lipstick. She brings it forward, and casually brings it before my lips. I can feel my cheeks burn brighter at the humiliation, but submissively open my mouth and allow the gag to be put in my mouth. I moan as a rather sharp slap is made on my ass by one of the patrons, as the ballgag is pulled into my mouth, bringing my jaws to open ever wider as it's placed more securely. I gasp through the gag, my voice defined considerably, and swiftly thereafter I feel the gag being drawn tight against my neck and head. I look up at her and moan in her direction, which causes her to giggle loudly in reply.

"Who'd of thought that you'd become such a wonderful little dirty slut? You're going to fit in great with the pranksters and tricksters on our staff, that's for sure! That'll love making you strip naked for the late-night crowds! Now, get on ... you've got guests to entertain!" Sheila caressed my face briefly then, before walking back to the greeter's station. I felt the young man on my back sap my ass again, signalling for me to keep walking. I moan softly through the gag, and as spit drops from my mouth, I continue around the outside tables.

The groping only gets worse from here. I made more than a few quick gasps and moans as I find my body being openly touched, slapped, and squeezed as I made my way around. A woman on a date yells as I pass, "Yea, how do you like that, slut?!", followed by a call from another table, "Yea, show that hoe some love!", and "Bitch could use a good squeeze." I'm made to make my way slowly around, regularly being touched and yelled at as I went. My cheeks by then were a bright shade of red in humiliation to this, but I'm largely helpless to stop it. Plus, I am not sure If I wanted it to end, even if I could; Part of myself wanted, enjoyed, and was decidedly enjoying this degradation they were putting me through. I moaned more than a few times, and to my surprise, found myself aroused and horny by the time I finally returned to their table. Someone had delivered their food as I was away, and they were now eating.

He brought me to the corner of the table but refused to get off my back. Instead, he shifted his weight forward, pressing now hard on my shoulders, causing me to gasp hard as I had to respond to the new pressure on my arms. He acted not to notice, as he started to eat. Soon after, my ass and lower back become a footstool, as one, then another, a pair of legs were raised up and put on my back, resting their legs on my spine. I gasped in surprise but managed to stay on all fours despite the increase in pressure.

I heard myself moan again, as they chowed down above me, even as my head was now squarely under the table, my ass hanging out in plain sight. Not only that but the fact I was being used as a footstool necessitated me to spread my legs wide, making my pussy quite widely visible also. I wondered how many were taking my photo as they ate.