Sheila's Not Playing Around

I feel myself being pulled to one back and to one side, and as my mind reels from the shock, I find myself being pushed around by Shiela. I gasp, the crowd crying out and laughing, and find myself looking right into her face, and the intensity of the glare made me blink rapidly. "Common, You really think it would go so easy for you? That he just happens to take a naked woman out here, and can easily know where this place is that easy? Do you really think this is the first time he conned a woman to come here, hmm?"

I gasp, feeling myself being held tightly next to her, and all I could do is gasp as her hand tightened upon my throat, casually asserting herself over me. She simply lets me stand there, my shoulder pressed against her, my naked boxy exposed to all as I gasp, my breath suddenly raspy and rushed. I look to see Scott standing there, a smug, commanding expression clear on his face, clearly enjoying what he saw, and making it clear this was the plan all along. She eyed the side of my neck, and my body shifts slightly as an orgasm rushed through my body, and I gasp out loud, all the while aware that my arms are hanging a distance from my sides, muscles rigid and yet helpless to do anything.

"Oh, my dear whore, he's played you. You are not the first, and you won't be the last ... but don't you worry, if you play you're cards right, you may just enjoy the trip he placed you on." I let out a soft gasp as her hand tightened on my neck, and I vaguely make note of my cheeks taking on a darker reddish hue. She brushed a hand through my hair then, before continuing, "Oh, you're going to do just fine. Whore's like you just like being used."

All I could do is gasp as her grip slowly tightened on the sides of my neck, and I orgasm hard, even as part of my mind notes I'm helpless before her. Scott walked slowly to stand beside me, across from Sheila and casually rubbed a hand down my side. I looked his way briefly, surprised, before returning my gaze back to before me, and all the while wondering what they have planned for me, knowing I'm helpless to effectively act, either against or in support of, what they have planned for me.