...finishes up the night, tracking down Carlos to discuss her father's accounts (Ends Meeting)

She found him holding court in an alcove, the sounds of the party muffled and distant, surrounded by simpering sycophants. His shirt was open, exposing his muscular chest and abdomen, his skin glistening with sweat. A woman, a silver bunny mask twisted to the side of her head, was bent over his lap, bobbing her head up and down, her lips wrapped tightly around his cock. He looked up at Isabella, a crooked grin below his mask.

"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to the empty seat on the sofa next to him. Scowling, she sat down, trying not to stare at the woman sucking his cock, but failed. She could feel her pulse quicken, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, she was glad of the jade mask that hid her face from the others.

Carlos chuckled, grabbing the back of the woman's head and pushing her down, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. "I knew you'd come back to me, my serpent queen."

The rest of the group, sitting in opposite sofas and cushions on the carpeted floor, laughed giddily, sycophants eager to please their host and leader.

Carlos reached out to Isabella, running his fingers through her hair. It was a tender, intimate gesture, and despite herself she found herself leaning into his touch. His hand moved to her neck, gently tracing the curve of her collarbone.

"But let's not be distracted from what we were discussing by her beauty, ladies and gentleman." He announced, breaking the spell. "Let us continue our conversation."

Isabella wanted to shift back away, but Carlos tightened his grip on her neck, holding her firmly in place.

"As I was saying, the economy needs a boost, and it's up to us to provide it. But we need something to aspire to, a goal to strive for."

The guests nodded, a few murmurs of assent, though Isabella noticed some of them were busy fondling with each other's bodies, pulling dresses off shoulders and unbuckling belts. She shifted her attention to Carlos, not wanting to watch them, and caught a glimpse of his cock, swollen and glistening with the bunny-woman's saliva.

"And that's where our friend, the serpent queen, comes in. We need something that will capture our imagination, something that will unite us as a people, and give us a common cause."

The masked strangers now stopped in their tracks, all turning towards her, eyes boring into her. She felt like they could see right through her mask, to the real her, and her cheeks burned with shame.

"What do you say, my serpent queen? Will you help us?"

Her heart hammered in her chest. What was Carlos playing at? Was this some kind of joke, a way to humiliate her? Or was he serious?

"I..."

The words died in her throat. She wanted to run, to flee the room and never return, but her body wouldn't move.

In a blink of an eye, Carlos moved his hand to the back of her head, fingers finding purchase on the silk ribbons that tied her jade mask to her face, the only thing concealing her identity. He tugged hard, and the mask fell away, the sound of it hitting the floor barely audible over the blood pounding in her ears.

A murmur ran through the room, a collective gasp as the assembled guests took in the sight of her face. Carlos laughed, a cruel, mocking sound.

"Surprised?" He asked.

The crowd's silence was deafening.

"Our serpent queen has finally revealed herself," Carlos continued, his voice dripping with mockery. "Our Presidente that hid behind a mask, thinking she is above all this, above sin and debauchery. But don't be fooled, friends. She's no different from the rest of us."

Isabella rose to her feet, the room spinning around her, her legs unsteady. The guests stood in her path, their faces still obscured by masks, but their stares were obvious, judging her, mocking her.

She wanted to scream, to curse them all, but her voice failed her, and her mouth remained shut. She felt Carlos' hand on her arm, his grip tight, preventing her from fleeing.

"Don't be like that," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "We've just begun to have fun."

A shiver ran down her spine, a mix of fear and arousal. She felt a growing ache between her legs, the familiar sensation of desire spreading through her body. She tried to resist, but her will was weak, her body betraying her.

Carlos turned her around, her back now facing the gathered guests, and his hands slid down the front of her dress, grazing her breasts, pulling at the fabric. The dress fell to the floor at her feet, leaving her exposed, naked except for her underwear.

"Look at her," Carlos said, his voice thick with lust. "Beautiful, isn't she? And so obedient. See how she submits to me, how she gives in to her desire. That's what we want from our leader, our serpent queen, someone who will put the our needs before her own. Someone who will submit to the ones that truly own this nation."

The masked strangers nodded in agreement, their gazes fixed on her. The woman in the bunny mask, discarded to the side by Carlos, smirked at Isabella, a cruel, taunting expression.

Carlos' hands traveled down the curves of her body, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. He reached her hips, and she felt him slide his fingers below her panties, brushing against her bare skin.

She couldn't bear to look at the others, her shame overwhelming. She closed her eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She tried to remember her mother's words, her lessons, but the memories seemed far away, lost in the fog of desire and helplessness.

Carlos' hands explored her body, teasing and caressing her, stoking the flames growing in her pussy. She could feel her knees give, her whole body trembling, his touch making her lose control.

The bunny-woman reached forward, stretching to get to Isabella's body.

Isabella felt her touch, the soft, gentle fingers tracing her skin.

Carlos' fingers were joined by his mouth, his tongue exploring her neck first, then her chest, tasting her, devouring her. The woman's hands roamed her lower body, touching and caressing, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Isabella felt like she was losing her mind, her body overloading on sensation as the two of them explored her freely. She was no longer able to form coherent thoughts, her mind drowning in pleasure and submission.

Before long, she felt a third pair of hands, this time from behind, strong, manly hands that reached in and cupped her breasts.

Isabella gasped, her eyes opening in surprise.

"Relax, my serpent queen," Carlos murmured. "Let go, and enjoy yourself. I promise you will be well rewarded."

She was powerless to resist, her body submitting to the desires of these masked strangers, their touches bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Another men joined in, then a women, the trickle turning into a flood as the masked guests fought to get their hands on their Presidente, their serpent queen. They pulled at her from all directions, twisting her limbs and tearing at the little clothing she had left, stripping her naked. They pawed and groped, their touches greedy and hungry, their breathing heavy and labored, but their masks remained unblinking, unmoving.

She was lifted up into the air, their hands passing her around, each touching and exploring her, claiming her. Their fingers slid between her legs, pushing into her, stroking her. Their lips pressed against her skin, their tongues leaving slimy trails as they tasted her.

Isabella's head rolled back, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the sensations.

She was adrift, lost in a sea of pleasure and lust, helpless against the currents of arousal crashing into her, taking her further and further away from shore.

And she loved it.

She lost track of time, lost track of the number of people who took turns molesting her body. It was a blur of pleasure and pain, a haze of desire and submission.

Carlos' touch was the last straw, his hand sliding into her mouth, his other thumb brushing against her clit.

Her body shuddered, the pleasure reaching a peak, a crescendo. Her orgasm came in waves, her muscles contracting, her mind going blank. She cried out, a wordless sound of ecstasy and surrender. Her pussy gushed open, spraying some of the guests with her juices.

They lowered her to the ground, their grip loosening, their touches growing softer. She lay there, spent, exhausted, her body limp and her breathing ragged.

She thought they were done, that they had gotten what they wanted from her, but she was wrong.