She Tries, but Ming Zhao Prevails.

Ming Zhao began to lead me down a sidewalk, holding onto my shoulder for comfort, but also the rope keeping my junk on display. I look around at the many female faces we pass by, each one smiling and widening their eyes at the little show they're being given. Every attempt to cover my exposed member is met with a painful tightening around my balls and a quiet tsking from Ming Zhao.

"I'm taking you home with me, Ahab. I think you'll want to have a little fun with me, right?" She said, looking straight ahead as she continued walking with purpose. I didn't get a chance to argue, a hand gripping my arm and attempting to pull me to the side.

I lost my balance and the lasso painful tugged on me making me call out. This led to a sort of good news, bad news situation. Ming Zhao understood my cry, and let To of the right lasso. But it also drew the attention of every nearby woman. Two hands roughly pulled me into an alleyway and held me in a position where I couldn't stand up, my body splayed out on display.

"Step right up! Step right up, see the naked wonder! Barista by day, absolute whore any time!" I peered back over my shoulder to see who was humiliating me like this, and the reveal didn't really shock me. Of course, only Macy would do something like this.

I squirmed in her grip, but she was very muscularly toned, and was trained in keeping people held down due to the police training she was currently undergoing. My face steamed up even more than when I was parading down the street, and before I knew it a small crowd had gathered at the entrance of the alleyway I'd been pulled into.

"What's the matter with you ladies? Don't be shy! This whore loves to be groped, molested, and caressed all over! And he's all yours for the low low price of no money at all!" Just as she finished, the growing group of eager women started to surge toward me, and Macy dropped me onto the ground, fastening a zip tie around my wrists. Damnit!!

I fell back onto the ground, yelping as a score of women suddenly crowded in around me, and simultaneously I felt a million hands stroking and prodding at my body. Delicate fingers traced the outline of my muscles over my chest and stomach, making the skin there quiver. I felt at least three hands on each arm, stroking up and down, making me flex involuntarily which got many approving cheers.

Similar stroking was happening on my legs, getting dangerously close to-- "Oh!" I couldn't help but make a noise as all at once a few woman noticed my cock wasn't being woman-handled, and started groping, pulling, and stroking my shaft and balls. Within seconds I was completely hard, throbbing high in the air. Looking down, I saw one particularly tall woman licking her lips with her eyes transfixed on that tall cock, but before I could shout my objections at her, someone locked lips with me. I was surprised, unable to see quite who it was through the pile of faces and hair above me. The kiss restricted my vision of down below, and soon a tongue was **** into my mouth, shoving in far and violently moving around all the inside of my mouth.

And that's when I felt it, a pair of lips kissing the swollen head of my cock. They descended down, slowly engulfing my veiny rod. My heart seemed to stop, and I tensed up all over my body. I almost didn't hear the scream rising up over the tightly packed women so much blood was rushing to my ears. I suddenly felt the lips being yanked off my cock, and the kisser above me was also pushed off. A pair of hands grabbed me from both sides and lifted me up, pushing me out to the sidewalk. I stumbled, but regained my balance, looking back in shock as an imposing figure stalked towards me with fury on her face.

"That goddamn cunt is going to pay. Are you alright, Ahab?" My eyes adjusted to no longer being covered in horny women enough to see my Goddess, Ming Zhao walking towards me. She pet my hair and held me close, "Damn, I'm so sorry that happened. C'mon, we'll make it home now, and you'll be safe, okay?"

Apparently she'd dispelled the story Macy had weaved to all those ladies, for they disbanded and dispersed over the street. Ming Zhao and I walked a few more blocks. She let me cover myself this time around, probably feeling sorry for me. We got to a very tall building, a skyscraper, and she led me inside and quickly through the lobby to an elevator.

"I'm on the 30th floor. Sound fun?" She said with a smirk. I looked up at her in wonder. Thirtieth? That's so high! She must've seen the excitement in me because she ruffled my hair. The elevator doors opened.