Let's stick with Kim

Kim's face was as red as a tomato and burning hotter than a thousand suns as she desperately tried to simultaneously conceal her naked self and scrape off the rest of the lube and juices on her body.

Unfortunately for her (but to the immense delight of her entourage) she wasn't doing a good job of either.

Kim frantically looked around, hoping to see someone who might help her in some way.

Instead all she saw was a few bemused pedestrians, and Gunther, who now was now laughing and conversing in German with her other tormentors.

Kim was starting to panic now, and was even contemplating just running from the group and just fleeing naked in a random direction when she felt a cold, clammy hand on her bare shoulder.

Kim yelped in surprise and practically jumped off the ground, once again re-exposing every inch of her body to the appreciative perverts gawking at her.

"No more uff zyat," said one of her female tormentors in an especially thick German accent.

She was a tall, thin, woman with narrow hips and a rather flat chest. Her hair was long, black, and hung down to her shoulders. She wore thick glasses and was smartly dressed in business suit.

"You... are..." the woman seemed to be struggling to think of what she wanted to tell Kim.

The naked, helpless Kim just looked at the German woman, silently hoping she would be merciful.

The bespectacled German woman frowned and looked back at Kim.

"My English is... inelegant," she stated. "We go back."

Kim sighed in relief, hoping this meant her ordeal was nearing its end.

"You rub this..." she ordered, pinching Kim's already sensitive and rather swollen clit.

The poor retail worker making squeaked in a mix of shame, pain, and delight as the sensations washed over her.

"Keep touching... until we home," the German woman declared with a wicked grin. "But no orgasm."

Kim's heart sank even as she felt her trembling hands start to brush against her throbbing clit.

They were going to make her edge herself all the way back to the warehouse!