Stick with the new guy.

After watching Daina, Sarah couldn't help herself. She was soaking wet and ready to leap on the thrall again, completely forgetting Daina's offer to share her won male. This time, though, she restrained herself. Again she stroked his body, running her fingers across the curves of his abs and pectorals before tracing her way down to his muscular thighs. Her fingers wandered up the insides of his legs and suddenly she slapped his sack hard.

"Aaagh!" His shock and pain was expressed in a single bellow. Chemically induced or not, his erection wilted like a flower. Damned fight or flight response. It killed a boner faster than you could say "knee to the groin" if the man wasn't into kink. Sarah didn't entirely mind, though, as it gave her the opportunity to bring him back to arousal with any means she could devise. She didn't waste any time.

Her hands grasped his slick member and began jerking hard. It was just painful enough to slow his arousal down, but not enough to stop it. Soon he was thick and stiff in her hands again. She let him go and wrapped her breasts around him with her hands, relishing the feel of him between her sensitized tits. Her nipples rubbed across his deltoids and flared with pleasure. God, but she was getting hot. He wasn't ready to cum again- his cock was up, but he'd run out of ammo for the moment- so she ran her tongue down the full length of his manhood, tasting her own and Daina's juices, and stood up, once again bracing herself on his shoulders. Sliding him into her pussy again was sheer pleasure; he filled her up and stretched her in all the right places. Tremors of pleasure began to radiate from her loins and somewhere behind her another woman shrieked out her ecstasy. The orgy room was heating up into a full-fledged pleasure fest. Somewhere else a whip snapped. She smiled and kissed her thrall passionately, enjoying his efforts to turn his head away. Whips were something they'd try another night. Her arms began to shudder and twitch, the rest of her body having surrendered to ecstasy long ago, and only the last vestiges of awareness kept Sarah hanging on to his biceps as the rest of her was swept away in wave after wave of heat and light and ecstasy.

She slid herself off of him, and dropped to the ground, panting and shivering in the aftereffects of wild orgasm. She rested for long, pleasant minutes, watching other women scream, moan, and gasp their delight around her in the room. Not a few were trading partners, or partnering up themselves, and Sarah knew she'd partake in the bacchanal soon enough. The night was young and the meat was fresh.