“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 silent.

The masked man had stepped forward.

He didn’t shout, he also did not cheer. He just moved through the crowd like he owned the space, his dark eyes locked on Lena. The...