She shows all

Isabella stood up and turned around, her back to the crowd. She swayed her hips, gyrating her ass, the dress sliding down to her elbow, letting her entire breasts out on display, barely restrained by the thin, white silk bra.

She turned to face the audience, and the men erupted in cheers.

She ran her hands over her breasts, her nipples straining against the fabric. It was then she realised she had no way of unclasping her bra without fumbling awkwardly at her back. A sudden stroke of inspiration came to her, and she turned around, her back facing the crowd.

"I need a little help here."

It took a moment for the men to understand what she was asking. General Serrano had mentioned something about the men not touching her.

"Well, don't just sit there, boys. Help your Presidente."

One of the soldiers stood up and stepped forward, his hands outstretched and his mouth agape.

He grabbed the straps of her bra and pulled them apart, releasing her breasts from their confinement. Her nipples hardened instantly, and the soldier helped her remove the bra completely, ogling as she thrusts her chest out at him, her perky, round breasts bouncing.

She turned around to face the crowd, her hands covering her breasts.

The men were stunned, their eyes locked on her. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her pulse quickening.

She lowered her hands, revealing her breasts to the crowd. The men roared, their voices shaking the room.

"Now, who wants a closer look?"

Several soldiers rushed the stage, fighting each other for the chance to get close to her. One was punched so hard that his nose broke, spraying blood onto the floor of the stage.

Isabella quickly realised that that was a poor idea, and begged the men to remain calm.

"Please, no fighting. Get back to your seats, or I stop the show!"

The men settled down eventually, and Isabella resumed slow dancing, now with the breasts bouncing freely. Her dress had fallen to her waist, and her toned belly was revealed, glistening with sweat.

She bent over, the dress sliding over her thighs and pooling around her ankles. She stepped out of it, now only wearing a pair of white lace panties.

The men were going crazy, their cheers and shouts reverberating through the room.

She walked over to the chair and sat down, her legs spread open, giving the men a clear view of her drenched underwear.

She leaned back, her hands cupping her breasts, her nipples stiff and aching. She could feel the heat between her legs, her pussy throbbing, begging to be touched.

She teased the crowd, her fingers tracing circles around her nipples, her body writhing in pleasure.

She reached down and tugged at the sides of her panties, slowly pulling them down, revealing a peek of the clean shaven mound underneath.

She slid the panties off, her naked, glistening pussy now exposed.

The men were in a frenzy, their shouts and cheers filling the room.

She leaned back, her hands on her thighs, her legs spread wide. She could feel the men's eyes on her, taking in every inch of her perfect body, her perfect pink slit standing out from her tanned skin.

Isabella put her hands behind her head, legs still wide spread, putting every inch of her skin on display for the salivating soldiers. Her skin was tantalizingly smooth and hairless, from her pale armpits to the insides of her thighs. She raised a leg, knowing it flexed her tight belly, her abs rippling with each movement. She was proud of her body, the product of years of hard work, dedication and a small army of handmaids. And now, she was putting it on display for a bunch of bloodthirsty criminals, in hopes they will fight for her.

Her pussy was so wet, her juices running down her thighs. She could feel the heat reach a critical stage, her body aching with need.

She slipped a hand down her body, her fingers teasing her soaked folds. She moaned, her hips bucking, her eyes rolling back. She was so close, her orgasm building inside her.

The men were on the edge of their seats, watching her intently, their eyes never leaving her.

She brought her other hand down, her fingers finding her clit, stroking and circling the swollen nub.

She arched her back, her body trembling. She was so close, her orgasm right at the edge.

She thrust her fingers inside her pussy, her hips bucking uncontrollably, her moans becoming more and more ****.

She fucked herself, her fingers pumping in and out of her soaked pussy, the room filling with the sounds of wet squelching and her pleasured moans.

And then, she came. Hard. Her pussy clamped down on her fingers, her juices flowing, her body convulsing in pleasure. She screamed, her voice echoing through the room, her eyes rolling back. She sprayed out a stream of her sweet juices, splashing down her thighs and onto the floor beneath her.

The men roared, their shouts and cheers shaking the room, eyes locked on her.

She rode her fingers, her orgasm crashing over her, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her.

She finally collapsed, her body spent, her pussy dripping. She could hear the men stomping and cheering, but she was beyond caring.

She laid there, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat. Her eyes were half-closed, her mind hazy with pleasure.

Eventually, Isabella got to her knees and crawled towards the edge of the stage, her breasts swaying, her hips rolling, her ass cheeks jiggling invitingly.

She reached the edge of the stage, her body still thrumming with pleasure. General Serrano stood below, holding out a military jacket. Isabella slipped her arms into it, the sleeves extending well past her hands. It was big, and covered her body well.

"How was that, men?" General Serrano turned towards the crowd. "Think she's worth the fight?"

The soldiers were on their feet, their cheers filling the room.

Isabella stood up, the jacket hanging from her shoulders, her tits peeking out and legs bare. She raised her hands, and the room exploded in a cacophony of stomping and cheering.

She felt her heart swell, her confidence returning.

Maybe, just maybe, this would work.

"Alright, boys. Enough fun for now. Let's get back to the training grounds, and let our Presidente handle more important businesses."

The men slowly filed out, satisfied and pumped up. Isabella felt her legs go weak, and she collapsed into Serrano's arms.

"That was a good show, Presidente. I'm sure that will keep the men quiet for some time."

"I can't believe I did that."

"Believe it, Isabella. This is just the beginning. We have a lot more work to do, and a lot more people to convince. Now, get dressed. I'll be waiting outside."

He patted her on the head, his smile never faltering.

Gain [Dog Tamer]