humiliation!

Cynthia hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked on the vendor's as she weighed the risks. But the prospect of getting her clothes back was too enticing to resist. She nodded, trying to appear confident. "I'll do it," she said, her voice firm.

The vendor's face broke into a wide smile, and she handed Cynthia a small, intricately carved wooden box. "The package is addressed to the apothecary on the other side of the market," she said. "Just hand it over to the owner, and you'll get your clothes back."

Cynthia took the wooden box, feeling a sense of trepidation as she weighed her options. She had agreed to deliver the package, but the vendor's subsequent words made her skin crawl. "And, of course, you must let everyone who wanted to touch your...ahem...assets, have their way," the vendor said, her eyes glinting with amusement. Cynthia's eyes widened in horror as the crowd, which had been watching the exchange with bated breath, began to murmur and nod in agreement.

The vendor gestured to the crowd, and they began to close in on Cynthia, their hands reaching out like grasping tentacles.

As the crowd closed in, Cynthia's eyes darted wildly around the market, searching for an escape route. But the vendor's words had ignited a spark in the onlookers, and they seemed to be savoring the moment. A hand reached out and fondled her breast, the fingers tracing the curve of her nipple through the cupless bra. Cynthia's face burned with shame as she tried to push the hand away, but another hand joined in, cupping her other breast. She felt a surge of panic and grabbed her own breast, holding it protectively as if that would shield her from the invasion.

Another hand slipped beneath her garter belt, tracing the edge of her pussy before dipping inside.

Cynthia's eyes widened in terror as the hand explored her intimately, the fingers tracing the folds of her vulva with an uninvited familiarity. She tried to push the hand away, but it was like trying to hold back a tide - another hand joined in, and another, each one probing and fondling her with an uncouth abandon. The crowd seemed to be feeding off her distress, their murmurs and gasps growing louder as they closed in around her.

A hand grasped her hip, pulling her closer to the vendor's stall, and Cynthia stumbled forward, her legs trembling beneath her.

As the hand grasped her hip, Cynthia felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, her skin crawling with revulsion. She tried to squirm away, but the hand held firm, its fingers digging into her flesh like a vice. The vendor's stall seemed to be closing in around her, the colors and textures of the fabrics on display blurring together in a maddening kaleidoscope. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, and Cynthia's stomach churned with nausea.

The hand that had been exploring her pussy slipped out from beneath her garter belt, its fingers glistening with her own moisture. Cynthia felt a wave of shame wash over her, her face burning with humiliation.

Cynthia's mind raced as she felt the hand explore her intimately, the fingers tracing the folds of her vulva with an uninvited familiarity. She tried to push the hand away, but it was like trying to hold back a tide - another hand joined in, and another, each one probing and fondling her with an uncouth abandon. The crowd seemed to be feeding off her distress, their murmurs and gasps growing louder as they closed in around her.

A hand grasped her hip, pulling her closer to the vendor's stall, and Cynthia stumbled forward, her legs trembling beneath her.

The vendor, seeming to sense Cynthia's impending collapse, gestured to the back of the stall, where a narrow, fabric-covered platform jutted out from the wall. "Room for our little model," she said, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness, as she pushed aside a pile of silken fabrics to make room. The crowd, still fondling and probing Cynthia's body, parted slightly to allow her to stumble towards the platform.

As Cynthia's legs gave out beneath her, the vendor grasped her hip, helping her down onto the platform. The fabric was cool and smooth against Cynthia's skin, a welcome respite from the grasping hands that had been all over her just moments before.

As Cynthia's hips made contact with the platform, the fabric seemed to mold itself to her curves, providing a fleeting sense of comfort. The vendor's grip on her hip tightened, holding her in place as she swayed slightly, her head spinning with the aftershocks of her ordeal. The crowd, still pressing in around her, seemed to be holding its collective breath, their faces a blur of fevered excitement and prurient curiosity.

The vendor's voice, husky and confident, cut through the silence, "Now, now, my lovelies, don't be shy. Our little model needs to get comfortable, doesn't she?"

The vendor's words seemed to unleash a torrent of desire in the crowd, their hands reaching out to touch Cynthia's exposed skin with renewed vigor. The fabric beneath her shifted, molding itself to her body, as if eager to showcase her curves to the hungry crowd. The vendor's grip on her hip remained firm, her other hand reaching out to trace the outline of Cynthia's bra, her fingers lingering on the delicate lace.

Cynthia's heart raced as she felt the fabric shift, her body on display for all to see.

The fabric beneath Cynthia shifted again, revealing the garter belt that held up her stockings, and the bare flesh of her pussy. The crowd's gasps of excitement grew louder, and she could feel their eyes on her, examining every inch of her exposed skin.

The vendor's hand, still resting on Cynthia's hip, tightened its grip, as if to remind her of her place. The other hand, still tracing the outline of Cynthia's bra, cupless her breast, her thumb brushing against Cynthia's nipple.

The vendor's thumb continued to circle Cynthia's nipple, as the fabric beneath her shifted again, revealing even more of her bare flesh. The crowd's gasps of excitement grew louder, and she could feel their eyes on her, examining every inch of her exposed skin. The vendor's grip on her hip remained firm, as if to remind her of her place.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the crowd, brushing against Cynthia's inner thigh. She jumped, her heart racing as she felt the intrusion. The hand began to move higher, towards her exposed pussy.

The hand that reached out from the crowd, brushing against Cynthia's inner thigh, sent a jolt of fear and confusion through her body. She looked down, her eyes wide with shock, as the vendor's grip on her hip tightened. The vendor's thumb continued to circle Cynthia's nipple, as if to remind her of her place.

"Now, now, my lovelies," the vendor said, her voice husky and confident. "Let's not get too carried away. Our little model is still new to this."

The hand on Cynthia's inner thigh paused, as if waiting for permission. The vendor's grip on her hip remained firm, her thumb still circling Cynthia's nipple. The crowd seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the vendor's response.

"Go ahead," the vendor said, her voice low and sultry. The hand resumed its slow ascent, inching closer and closer to Cynthia's exposed pussy. She could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The fabric beneath her shifted again, revealing even more of her bare flesh.

The hand reached the apex of its journey, hesitating for a brief moment before making contact with Cynthia's most intimate of places. She let out a gasp, her body tensing as the hand began to explore her. The crowd's excitement grew louder, their gasps and murmurs of approval filling the air.

The vendor's grip on Cynthia's hip tightened, her thumb still tracing circles on Cynthia's nipple. The fabric beneath her continued to shift, revealing more and more of her bare flesh.

The hand that had been exploring Cynthia's most intimate of places retreated, leaving her feeling both relieved and disappointed. The crowd's excitement seemed to dissipate, as if they were waiting for the next act. The vendor's grip on Cynthia's hip remained firm, her thumb still tracing circles on Cynthia's nipple.

"Very good," the vendor said, her voice filled with approval. "You're a natural, my dear."

The vendor's words of approval were met with a chorus of cheers and applause from the crowd, their faces flushed with excitement. The hand that had previously explored Cynthia's intimate places returned, this time accompanied by several others. Fingers danced across her pussy, tracing gentle patterns that sent shivers down her spine. The crowd's touch was almost reverent, as if they were worshiping her body.

One of the hands slipped a small, sleek vibrator into Cynthia's pussy, and she felt a jolt of surprise as it sprang to life. The vibrations hummed through her body, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

The vibrator'`s hum grew louder, as it explored Cynthia's pussy with increasing intensity. She could feel her body responding to the sensation, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The crowd's excitement grew louder, their gasps and murmurs of approval filling the air.

The vendor's grip on Cynthia's hip remained firm, her thumb still tracing circles on Cynthia's nipple. The fabric beneath her had shifted completely, leaving her exposed and **** to the crowd's touch.

The vibrator in Cynthia's pussy continued to hum with increasing intensity, as another hand slipped a second vibrator into her ass. She let out a gasp as it sprang to life, the sensation of both vibrators inside her almost too much to bear. The crowd's excitement grew louder, their gasps and murmurs of approval filling the air.

The vendor's grip on Cynthia's hip remained firm, her thumb still tracing circles on Cynthia's nipple. The fabric beneath her had shifted completely, leaving her exposed and **** to the crowd's touch.

The sensation of both vibrators inside her was overwhelming, and Cynthia could feel her body trembling with pleasure. She closed her eyes, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the vibrators worked their magic. The crowd's excitement was palpable, their gasps and murmurs of approval filling the air.

The vendor's grip on Cynthia's hip remained firm, her thumb still tracing circles on Cynthia's nipple. The fabric beneath her had shifted completely, leaving her exposed and **** to the crowd's touch.

The vibrators inside Cynthia hummed in tandem, their dual rhythms building a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. The vendor's thumb continued to circle her nipple, the gentle pressure sending shivers down her spine as she teetered on the edge of release. The crowd's gasps and murmurs grew louder, their faces a blur as she closed her eyes, her body tensing in anticipation.

The hand that had placed the vibrators inside her began to move, gentle fingers stroking her outer lips as the devices hummed and pulsed within. The sensation was too much, and Cynthia felt herself tumbling over the edge, her body convulsing in a wave of pleasure.

As Cynthia's body trembled with pleasure, the crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch. Cheers and applause filled the air, as the vendor continued to circle Cynthia's nipple with her thumb. The vibrators inside Cynthia continued to hum, their dual rhythms sending shivers down her spine.

The hand that had been stroking Cynthia's outer lips retreated, leaving her feeling both relieved and disappointed. The crowd's touch was no longer reverent, but rather demanding, as they reached out to touch her in any way they could.

The hand that had been stroking Cynthia's outer lips retreated, leaving her feeling both relieved and disappointed. The crowd's touch was no longer reverent, but rather demanding, as they reached out to touch her in any way they could. The vendor's grip on Cynthia's hip remained firm, her thumb still tracing circles on Cynthia's nipple.

Cynthia's body was still trembling from the intense orgasm she had just experienced, but the crowd's demands were not satisfied yet. They wanted more, and the vendor was happy to oblige.

The vendor's grip on Cynthia's hip tightened, as she reached for a small, silver bullet vibrator. The crowd's excitement grew louder, their gasps and murmurs filling the air. The vendor's thumb continued to circle Cynthia's nipple, as she slowly traced the vibrator down Cynthia's stomach.

Cynthia's body tensed, as the vibrator approached her pussy. The vendor's grip on her hip was firm, holding her in place as the vibrator made contact with her clit.

The vendor'`s grip on Cynthia's hip tightened, as she reached for a small, silver bullet vibrator. The crowd's excitement grew louder, their gasps and murmurs filling the air. The vendor's thumb continued to circle Cynthia's nipple, as she slowly traced the vibrator down Cynthia's stomach. Cynthia's body tensed, as the vibrator approached her pussy. The vendor's grip on her hip was firm, holding her in place as the vibrator made contact with her clit.

The vibrator's touch was electric, sending shivers through Cynthia's body as the vendor slowly traced it around her clit. The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch, their gasps and murmurs filling the air as they watched Cynthia's reaction. The vendor's thumb continued to circle Cynthia's nipple, the gentle pressure a constant reminder of her current vulnerability.

The vendor's hand left Cynthia's hip, and for a moment, her fingers danced in the air, as if savoring the anticipation. Then, with a swift motion, she produced a small, delicate box from the folds of her clothing. The box opened with a soft creak, revealing two glinting metal clamps, their surfaces adorned with intricate etchings that caught the fading light of the day. The crowd's collective breath caught in their throats as the vendor's fingers closed around the clamps, her eyes locked on Cynthia's breasts.

With a resurgence of excitement, the vendor reached out, her hands closing around Cynthia's nipples, pinching them gently as she applied the clamps.

As the vendor's fingers closed around Cynthia's nipples, pinching them gently, she felt a sudden jolt of pain mixed with pleasure. The clamps were cold to the touch, their metal surfaces glinting in the fading light of the day. The vendor's eyes locked onto Cynthia's, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she applied the clamps. One of the clamps had a official-looking ID card attached to it, the words "Champion" and "Cynthia" emblazoned on its surface in bold, black letters and picture on it

As the vendor's grip on Cynthia's nipples relaxed, the clamps remained in place, a steady pinch of pain and pleasure that made her breasts throb. The vendor's eyes never left Cynthia's face, a hint of a smile still playing on her lips. "You can go now, Cynthia," she said, her voice husky and confident. "You have a package to deliver, Champion." The title was spoken with a flourish, the vendor's eyes glinting with amusement as she released Cynthia from her hold.

The crowd's disappointment was palpable, their murmurs and gasps of excitement dying down as they realized the show was over.

As the vendor's words hung in the air, Cynthia's gaze swept over the crowd, her eyes tracing the sea of faces that had moments before been so entranced by her pleasure. The disappointment etched on their features was palpable, and a small, triumphant smile played on Cynthia's lips as she turned to step down from the platform. The metal clamps still gripping her nipples, she eased her way down, her long, curly platinum blonde hair cascading around her like a river of moonlight. The crowd parted to let her through, their eyes still fixed on her, drinking in the sight of her curves, the Cupless bra and garter belt a stark reminder of what they had just witnessed.

Cynthia nodded, her eyes scanning the room as she took in the crowd's lingering gazes. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks, but the vendor's words seemed to galvanize her. With a newfound sense of purpose, she turned and made her way to the counter, her hips swaying slightly as she moved. The vibrators inside her, one in her pussy and one in her ass, hummed softly, a gentle reminder of the pleasure she had just experienced.

As she reached the counter, the vendor handed her a small, discreet package wrapped in brown paper and twine. Cynthia took it, feeling the weight of it in her hand, and nodded her thanks.