Before I could take a step forward, the person disappeared into the crowd.
The claps from the Main Arena still rang in my ears as the attendants led me away from the stage.
My body was a mess. c*m was dripping from my face, t**s, and down my thighs, and my p***y and ass were throbbing from the intense double and triple penetration I had just endured in front of hundreds of masked spectators.
Yet, strangely, I didn’t feel ashamed.
Not anymore.
The fear that had gripped me for so long, the terror of the blackmail, the exposure, the destruction of my old life, all felt distant and irrelevant now. All I could focus on was the deep, pulsing heat between my legs and the intoxicating thrill of being watched, used, and claimed so publicly.
I was starting to crave it.
The attendants brought
