She freezes

Lisa gazed around the room as numerous hands pinched and groped her soft spots, one popping a button off her shirt as it roughly pushed its way in to caress her breast. She fought the urge to protest, instead glancing about for assistance from Kel or some other saviour.

All she could make out of Kel past the growing mob surrounding her was a flailing leg, the man who had grabbed her now sampling some of her 'best' by the looks of it. Looking around some more she spotted another woman however it was quickly obvious she would be no help. She was lying face down on a table naked, her legs hanging limply over the edge while two men sat either side of her drunkenly bantering as if it were the most normal thing in the world. One of the men was smoking and Lisa realised he was using her as an ashtray, tapping fingers of spent ash onto her exposed back. What shocked her more was shortly after, when one of the men, having drained his glass empty, reached up between the woman's legs and slowly slid a bottle of liquor from her gaping snatch. Lisa noted it seemed to hang open, her inner walls visible until the man released her flabby cheek which covered her shame. The woman groaned softly to which the man simply scoffed, then cackled, "Thanks darlin!" as his companion laughed hysterically. The bottle was uncorked and each took a long swig before carrying on their drunken rambling.

Lisa looked on in shock, the scene had unfolded over a few short seconds but it had shown her everything she needed to know. She had to try to maintain her dignity without rejecting these men. This realisation hit home as she felt gritty fingers at her swollen slit and another, wetter finger snaking between her pert ass cheeks towards her aching asshole. She had to speak up!

"Now, now lads..." she began breathlessly, trying to emulate Kel's confidence but failing spectacularly, "one at a time, eh? No need to fight over me."

"Fuck that." grunted a harsh voice behind her as she felt strong hands at her hips, "Sharin' is carin' darl." With that she was lifted up and hoisted forwards, the crowd parting as the man in front of her, the one at her quim evidently, backed up to the nearest table to lean against it. He quickly released his member, the filthy cock springing from his pants and causing Lisa to gasp which brought the crowd to laughter. She was too shocked to gasp when the man behind her hiked up her skirt to her waist, then hefted her up once more, sliding his hands underneath her thighs and spreading her wide, clearly planning to mount her upon his buddy.