Lara's mind raced as she saw the suit-clad man come up the stairs to the stage. He wore a simple green half-mask, which nonetheless made it hard to see what he really looked like. The audience gathered in applause when he entered the stage. He waved confidently to them, smiling at the prospect of being the first one to sample this piece of fine meat.
When he came closer to Lara, she noticed his erection clearly visible through his trousers. He made a point of rubbing it into the crouched adventurers face.
He postioned himself behind her and carefully squeezed her buttocks. Lara couldn't help but moan a little behind her gag when she felt the stranger's fingers touching her moist privates.
The crowd eventually started clapping steadily. Faster and faster, when the man got down on his knees and unbuckled his belt. He made sure to slap one end of it against Lara's exposed buttocks as he removed it.
This can't be happening, Lara thought. She started making random signals with her fingers and blinked furiously while shaking her head toward the mistress. Trying desperately to chance upon the safe-signal. But to no avail.
All the while, Lara fought against the extreme arousal welling up inside her, as the penetration inevitably closed in.
She shuddered when she felt the cock against her exposed pussy. The clapping from the crowd became distant as Lara let the need for physical pleasure overshadow her feelings of shame. The stranger grabbed her hips and shoved his entire length into her.
Lara almost lost her balance from the hard thrust combined with the momentarily shock of pleasure that seemed to engulf her mind. She arched her back and bucked instinctively against the assailant. The crowd was cheering wildly now.
Clenching her fists, Lara let her masked face drop to the floor as a sexual frenzy took over her body and mind. It felt like every one in the large crowd were raping her with their eyes, and she loved it. Her hard nipples scraped against the floor for each thrust her brutal companion gave her. He grunted under his breath each time he rammed into her.
If it hadn't been for the gag, Lara would have been wailing at the top of her lungs like a porn actress by now. She felt the stranger behind her grab her ponytail and lift her head a little before he planted his boot on her face. He held her head down like that, forcing her to look at the nicely dressed spectators.
Lara had never felt like this before in her life. Completely helpless and pinned to the floor, she was being pounded like a bitch in front of a legion of hungry stares. The pleasure was so immense she felt a surge of disappointment when the man behind her pulled out. She heard his rough inarticulate sounds as he came onto her back and buttcheeks.
Number 201 lifted his foot from Lara's face and walked off of the stage. Lara was left to catch her breath on the floor with her butt up in the air. She could feel the sexual fever lift from her mind like a veil, allowing the awareness of what was actually going on to sink back in.
In the meantime, Lara's mistress called a new number.
"67!", her commanding voice bellowed into the microphone "six-seven!".
Lara looked up to see a masked, burley man in a grey striped suit walking towards the stage with a huge grin on his face.
Oh no, Lara thought.
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