Crowd's Desire

I hear myself gasp, my breath ragged, as pleasure rushes through me. All around, the crowd's brimming with excitement. I felt a combo of pain and pleasure, swirling together to drive my desire even higher. I felt her hand on my neck, tightly squeezing, choking me casually before them.

I heard a male voice chuckling from nearby, reminding me of what I heard moments before: footsteps from within the exhibit. I gasp through the ball gag, the sound muffled, as I find myself helpless. I squirm a bit involuntarily, and much to my surprise, I'm not only looking forward to it; Part of me even feels like I deserve it. "Is our new exhibit being a bit of a handful?" he inquires, the sound casual, amused and clearly from someone used to getting their way.

I orgasm, feeling her fingers still playing with me, moving and spreading my intimate folds, openly before the crowd. I felt his hand smack into my ass. It was just a tap, but I felt it keenly. I cry out, hearing applause from around me, and she nods, "Oh yea, she's a real crowd pleaser, though turning out to be quite a handful to deal with. The crowd would appreciate any help you may offer. I know I would."

I look over in his direction, and just in time to see him nodding back, "Well, in that case, I've gotten here just in time. I'll lend a hand." With a casual movement, he leans down, grasping me firmly around my throat and waist, lifting me upward casually. I let out a gasp as I'm casually made to stand, my legs wobbling softly as I regain my balance. He turns me to face directly toward the crowd; I gasp, and I find myself being forced to come face to face with their ecstatic, happy faces.

My legs still spread wide, I'm even more exposed than before; I felt my right foot twitch, feeling his casually tight grip on my neck, choking me before them. I felt my muscles twitch, as if shivering but not quite, my body helpless before him, and the crowd eating it up. Finding myself enjoying the exposure, my every sense feeling more intense, as I'm left exposed before them. I felt his free hand roughly rubbing across my left breast, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me, even as I do my best to balance before them, finding myself relying on him for balance.

I moan, feeling myself orgasm just at his touch, humiliated before them, even as I enjoy every moment of it. My lower lip trembles, as I find myself actively desiring his touch, be it pleasure or pain. I'm made to wait, and I find myself not only willing, but eager for whatever they have planned for me.

Liz is shooting me a smug expression, walking toward me slowly, calling loudly out, "What do you say, friends? Has our naughty, little lovely pet paid the price?", and she holds up her hands, the crowd crying out loudly, cheering and excited as they cry out, "No!", "Not enough!", and "Make her pay!"

I swallow, even as I find myself not only accepting it, but looking forward to it, watching helplessly as her smug smile grows bigger. She presses her naked curves against my right side, her right hand reaching down, rubbing along my leg before moving upward, caressing my clit and intimate folds, tightly pressing herself onto me. Her left hand moves, making a circle across the small of my back, pausing before moving down to my ass. I cry out as her hand tightens upon it, sending new waves of desire and displeasure surging through me.

His smile grows also, his hand casually massaging my breast, and I moan, feeling my desire, my pleasure rise as she stares at me, her face fixed on me and me alone. I felt her hand rubbing my ass, before smacking it fiercely. As I cry out, I hear her whispering, 'Ohh, you like it rough? Good thing. We love rough, too."

Just then, her right hand leaves my breast, smacking my chin with the back of her hand before turning away, and I feel myself being hauled up to the centre of the enclosure. Gasping, I find myself clinging to him, as I'm half led, half dragged along. The crowd is deafening, enjoying the show, as Liz shouts out, "You want to see her punished properly?"

I gasp, feeling discomfort, desire, pain and pleasure all racing through me all at once, finding myself wanting it almost as much as the crowd seems to, as they shout and cheer. She's leading them on, or feeding their passions. Either way, it's a hit, and getting bigger by the moment.

She walks over, pinching my nipple, giving it a twist, while he cups the other, giving it a tight squeeze. I felt myself rise up for a moment, orgasming hard. The crowd is ecstatic, staring and watching intently.

His hand moves casually downward, all of his fingers reaching into my mound, pressing even his large palm into me. I cry out, my knees feeling weak, as I orgasm once, then twitch, his fingers reaching in and out, roughly playing with me. Gasping, I cry out as loud as I can, the sound raw, savage and shrill.

She orowels around me slowly, watching intently, moving around behind, pausing before rubbing her hands on both my ass cheeks, cackling before smacking them both, right then left, right then left. I felt my right leg twitch as I orgasm hard, feeling her spanking get more and more forceful, my ass cheeks shaking wildly.

That part of my mind shouts within me, 'Just as I deserve, and I'm loving it! Give me more!" and as I cry out, shrill, I felt myself orgasm to the mix of sensations coursing through me. I felt my orgasm exploding within me, more and more often, as I'm there helpless, a willing plaything.

His thumb presses into me now too, stretching me out, his fingers probing wild and deep. I moan, the sound ragged, feeling her spank me hard, my already sore ass feeling each impact. I felt myself being held in placxe, as I stand in my toes, while the pair take full advantage, to which the crowd shouts encouragement. she puases on my ass, reaching her hands around, casually pulling my right leg out and away, spreading them further apart.

I felt my muscles, tight and tense, twitch as my foot came out from under me. Having to count on him more than ever, my lower lip twitches as my only thought is how much his feels...good. Her faces inches from me, her warm breath against my skin; she reaches her other hand now, rubbing it along my hip and waist before moving it downward, pausing before reaching deeper, her fingers joining his, the pair making me their plaything.

Liz kisses my ear, even as her fingers work forcefully, playing with my folds while her body presses tightly against my back, her nakedness tantalisingly pressing against me. I orgasm hard again and again, feeling the passion, the desire, pain and pleasure all racing through me as one.

Her hands move upward, cupping both of my breasts, tightly squeezing them, her thumbs flicking at my nipples, though the sensation felt far more forceful. My back arches; I fight to remain balanced on one leg, even as I rely on him to remain standing, as I orgasm hard, climaxing swiftly before them, helpless before the crowd. I'm loving every moment, not caring how long it lasts.

She moves back to my ass, smacking its sides forcefully now, cackling, her fake nails rubbing across my ass cheeks. I felt it all, my mind craving it, loving it all. Suddenly I'm pulled back, my arms pulled upward, and tied to a large tree, leaving me to stand on my toes.

I gasp, feeling him close to me, loving his force, even as I rely on him to stand. She cries out loud now, "Never fear, she will be published soon, but for now, enjoy the sight of her, exposed before you, made to wait till the next showing. We hope you enjoy your time here. Never fear, there's more to come!"

His grip on my neck loosens, and I gasp, my breath ragged, my heart pounding like mad. The crowd cheers on as she stands before me and whispers, "Good job, my slutty sub. You make a good partner in this, I admit. Enjoy the reprieve, for there will be more,

With that, he seems to all but evaporate away, disappearing in a moment, while she moves about, smirking at me, before going about, availing herself to play in the warmth of the sun, the spring breeze and the coolness of the water.

Left naked before so many, my arms held up and a ball gag secure in my mouth, I do my best to remain casual; I'm helpless as ever.