Humiliating choices

Aldumette walks over to you. "Well, not so haughty and arrogant any more, are we, wench?" He looks down and notices the glistening trickle of your own juices running down the inside of your legs. He takes off his gloves and touches your left inner thigh, scooping up some of your juices with his fingers. He brings his fingers to his nose and inhales your scent. "You're not only ready to be fucked, you smell heavenly. Lick my fingers clean, wench." He brings his soaked fingers to your lips. You fight him as he tries to thrust his fingers inside your mouth, but a guard grabs you by the hair, causing you enough pain to make you wince, and you open your mouth to the invading digits. You lick and suck each finger clean as more of your own juices trickle down between your thighs. Your knees go weak to the point of buckling.

Aldumette removes his fingers from your mouth. He notices the delirious look in your eyes. "You are so ready to be fucked, aren't you? Tell me how badly you want to be fucked." He puts his hands on your breasts and roughly kneads them, being sure to stretch and pinch each nipple. "Uhhh!" you moan softly as he continues. Then his right hand strays down to your crotch, and finds the cleft of your swollen, wet mound. His middle finger roughly runs over and into your slit as you feel it enter into you. "Oh!" you cry out as the need and desire to be fucked spreads through you like a wild fire.

Aldumette finds your clit with his thumb, and deftly but roughly rolls over it, causing you to moan loudly with passion. "AAAUUUHHH!" you cry out as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Then suddenly, Aldumette stops his ministrations. You find yourself taken aback by a new sensation: Frustration. Your pulsing crotch pushes into Aldumette's withdrawing hand, just to feel the touch of his fingers. But Aldumette's hand is too quick.

"Tell me how badly you want to be fucked, and I'll let every man here fuck you like the worthless whore you are." Aldumette smiles at you sadistically.

You find yourself lost, riding a roller coaster of deep, dark desire, frustration, morality and immorality, and the love you still feel for your dead husband Theron. Every emotion you can imagine comes crashing down on you at once. Aldumette will probably have you gang **** regardless of what you say. Perhaps you should give in to the humiliation and tell Aldumette how badly you want to feel a man inside you. There is also a very good chance you yourself could end up pregnant.

"Well, are you going to tell me how badly you want it?" Aldumette says as he roughly cups your chin in his hand.

Do you bear the humiliation of telling everyone how badly you want to be fucked, and consent to being gang ****? Or do you bear the humiliation of a gang **** without your consent? How you wish Theron were here to teach Aldumette a lesson!