“Crawl! Crawl! Crawl!”

Dora jerked Lena’s hair, forcing her onto all fours. Phones zoomed in on her tits hanging, her pussy dripping between her thighs. The crowd roared, stomping, shouting, smacking her ass as she crawled forward in shame.

“Beg for it, slut!” someone screamed.

Lena’s voice cracked.

“Please… please use me.”

The circle howled and then everything stopped.

The noise cut off so suddenly it was like someone had pulled the plug. Phones lowered, mouths went ...