Caught in the Crowd

Penny found herself rather uncertain of what to do. Her first reaction was simply to try and cover her breasts and delicates with one hand while Ciel dragged her by the other, but they had made it no further than a small atrium before Penny simply came to a halt, causing Ciel to fall backwards and scrambling for footing.

“I would really like to be dressed now,” Penny announced. She turned, pulling Ciel along with her, intending to make her way back to the locker room. She was instead met with a crowd of people making their way out.

“Hey, it’s the naked girl-I think her name is Penny-why hasn’t she put clothes on yet-I think she enjoys it-just look between her legs-“ the crowd called out as it circled the two girls.

Penny’s eyes grew wide as people filled her view in every direction. The cameras and remarks that had been humiliating at a distance were utterly paralyzing up close, and she simply had no idea what to do. While she was aware she could technically fight her way out, her purpose was to protect the people of Remnant, a cause Penny had never questioned before the people of Remnant clamored to get a better photo of her undercarriage. Instead, she squeezed her arm tighter against herself, and once more the movement of her hand elicited a moan from herself, further incensing the crowd.

The sensation of so many eyes on her skin overwhelmed Penny. She easily overcame Ciel’s grip, and grabbed ahold of her teammate’s shoulders with both hands. “I really do think it’s time to go now,” she implored.

Ciel smiled and tried not to draw Penny’s attention to how she was exposing herself. “It would be inefficient to try and **** our way through the crowd, ma’am. I think it would be faster to give them what they want so they’ll let us pass through.”

“What do you mean?” Penny asked with a tilt of her head, embarrassment momentarily replaced by confusion. She might have been human enough to be humiliated by the scenario, but she was still too sheltered to fully understand what was being asked of her.

“They want to see your body, ma’am. Hiding yourself is a waste of time, and we’re still on a schedule, if you recall. Do some poses, take some requests. If you can convince them to disperse in 7 minutes, we’ll still have time to arrive without being late,” Ciel responded in a monotone. The crowd cheered its approval of the huntress’s plan.

Penny considered questioning why they had 7 minutes now but didn’t when she wanted to grab her spare clothes, but decided that trying to figure out how Ciel’s schedules worked was beyond her ability to compute. “Oh, well, if that is what is required,” she replied with a blush. She turned away from Ciel and towards the crowd, contemplating what poses would be suitable for the situation. After a few moments of her shifting awkwardly, the crowd started shouting suggestions. At their prompting, Penny placed her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest, displaying her modest bust for the crowd. The flurry of camera flashes would have blinded a normal person, but Penny was built of sterner stuff, and thus was able to see the wall of people examining every inch of her bare body, from her freckled butt to her flushed cheeks.

Soon enough, the fickle crowd grew tired of this pose, and shouted demands for a new one. Penny tried to pick out the most popular suggestion in the interest of fairness, which she regretted as the crowd’s desire became clear. Despite her sheltered nature, Penny understood how lewd her new position was, as she turned around, planted her feet apart, and bent at the waist until her fingertips were on the ground. The crowd was now treated to the sight of the android’s anatomically correct underchassis, which was damp with her arousal. It seemed to Penny as if every person in the crowd was trying to inform their neighbors of the sight with pointed fingers and hushed words. The shiver that ran up her spine only further incensed the crowd, as it caused her ass to quiver in what they saw as pleasure-something Penny herself was increasingly unsure of. It was this moment of confused emotions that inspired one of the onlookers to call out a new pose.

A woman’s voice rang out clearly. “Turn around and finger yourself.” The rest of the crowd quickly made their agreement known. Penny looked up at Ciel with confusion, as she was too sheltered to know about such topics as masturbation. Ciel simply mimed the action of rubbing her crotch, then tapped her watch. How long have I been doing this, Penny thought to herself.

With no other option presenting itself, Penny stood up straight, turned a little so Ciel wouldn’t block the view, and pressed her hand between her legs. The sudden contact made her gasp, which rapidly turned into shuddering breaths as she rocked her hand. The crowd pressed in a little closer as hundreds of scrolls recorded Penny’s first masturbation session from every angle. Spectators competed to see who could get the best shots of Penny’s face, flushed as it was by both embarrassment and arousal.

Ciel, for her part, decided that the best course of action was to give Penny some guidance-in the name of timeliness, of course. She called out to her teammate in a monotone, “It would be more efficient if you stimulated your nipples and inserted some fingers into yourself.”

Penny nodded, raised one hand to kneed at her breast, and inserted two of her fingers as she continued to rock her hand. The change was instant, as Penny moaned loudly and humped her own hand in an effort to increase the stimulation. The onlookers quieted as the event climbed rapidly to its conclusion, allowing their scrolls to pick up the android’s rapid moaning and the wet, rhythmic sounds of her effort. It didn’t take long for Penny to push herself over the edge, shaking and screaming out a powerful orgasm that soaked her hand and legs. Every detail was captured on video, ready to be immortalized on the CCT: her eyes screwed shut and nose wrinkled in an expression of exquisite agony, her fingers driven inside herself to the knuckles as her pussy squeezed down, her left hand gripping her breast as her thumb circled her nipple. In the aftermath, Penny neither sweat nor tried to catch her breath, as neither was necessary for her robotic body, leaving her free to give a questioning glance to Ciel.

“Decent time, ma’am. 5 minutes 15 seconds. We still have a chance to stay on schedule,” Ciel noted after a glance at her watch, “After a display like that, I’m sure the crowd is satisfied.”