Lush Dare

"Whoops, she'll be conscious here soon. Better get her to the conference room," says Amon, and they start buttoning my dress back up.

When I wake, I don't remember my nightmare. Just that it was a nightmare.

i'm confused as I start to come around. Had I fallen asleep on the exam table? I start to reach a hand up to rub my eyes, but I run into resistance. My eyes fly open.

I'm still leaning back on an exam table, but not the one I fell asleep on. And my arms are being held down by cold metal shackles that are bolted into the table at my wrists. Bright lights are shining into my eyes and I can't make out anything around me.

"Ah, she's coming to," I hear Amon say, and his voice reverberates around the room as though he's speaking into a microphone.

The room goes quiet and that's how I notice that there had been several male voices chattering away just seconds before.

My heart is pounding and icy fear makes me shudder. My eyes finally start to adjust.

I'm in a large conference room on a small stage. The eyes of several men are roving my body as if they can see through my dress, sinister smiles teasing the corners of their lips.

A shock makes my heart stutter: I know these men.

They're all dressed in business suits. High-ranking officials of the New Order. A few celebrities that I know aren't from the South.

So many eyes. Not from a tiny town called the Veil. From all around the country. Probably 25 pairs in all.

Several of those pairs are lasered-in on my chest.

I look down and stop breathing. Under the harsh fluorescent lights of the conference room, my gown has gone sheer. The pink of my areolas is showing through. My nipples are protruding, hard from the cold. I'm barely hidden.

"Everyone please welcome our Violet!" the mic crackles as Amon speaks into it. The men applaud politely.

"Violet is an 18-year-old virgin who is quite shy and has never before been seen or touched by men."

I struggle against the steel holding me down but to no avail. I feel my tits jiggle with my effort and quickly stop as more eyes zoom to my breasts.

"As you can see, she is very large of bosom," says Amon, and the crowd laughs. "To go along with that, she has the tightest little pussy and her hymen is intact!"

The men applaud again and my cheeks burn with humiliation and terror.

"But folks, that's not the only virgin hole we have this afternoon. Her back door has never been entered, either!"

At this, the men murmur excitedly, eyes lighting up.

"On account of this, we will of course be starting the bidding quite high at $750,000. One of you lucky men will pop her little cherry. One of your cocks will stretch that tight little asshole. And all of you will be able to cop a feel!"

The men cheer, many pumping their fists, others clapping loudly.

My mouth has gone so dry that I can't swallow. I'm shaking so hard that the table rattles. This can't be happening. This isn't what I chose! This isn't what they promised!

"We're now going live to the folks at home who couldn't make it," says Amon and a green blinking light draws my eyes to a video camera pointed at me.

"Folks, if you're just joining us you should be able to see Violet's stats and physical exam results on the screen. We will now begin to undress her."

I scream as Amond comes over to my table and reaches for the buttons across my shoulders, throwing myself against my shackles to no avail. He calmly begins to unbutton the top of my dress.

When he has the last one undone, he winks at the camera then turns his attention to the crowd of men. "Ready, folks?"

Another cheer, louder than any other, breaks from the crowd.

Amon pulls my top down below my breasts. Men whistle and cheer and pump their fists. Amon goes behind me, gropes my tits, then pulls them up and drops them so that they bounce for everyone to see.

He pinches my nipples to get them harder and succeeds.

"Nice tits!" a man screams, to which the crowd responds with a cacophony of laughter.

Amon puts his hands under my breasts and bounces them up and down a few more times. More jeers. More catcalls. More whistles.

He puts his hands on either side of my breasts and jiggles them, which makes everyone laugh as I turn bright red. Every eye in the room is on my boobs. And many eyes across the country that I cannot see.

Amon gives my nipples one last squeeze. "Alright, alright, that's enough of me enjoying myself," he chuckles. "Let's get a closer look down there."

Amon looks pointedly at the area between my legs, still covered by my gown. I clamp them together as hard as I can.

Making a big show of it, he takes out some scissors and begins to cut slowly, teasingly from the bottom of my gown.

Men cheer as my legs are exposed. Then my thighs. Then there's only a small piece of cloth covering my pussy. Hot tears form in my eyes and stream down my face.

Amon pauses, gestures with his eyebrows raised, as if asking "should I?" The crowd goes wild.

Amon tosses the scissors aside and rips the remainder of my gown down the middle with his bare hands. It falls open, leaving me entirely naked in front of all of the men, who cheer some more.

"Well, we can't see much with those legs closed can we? Can I get a volunteer to help fix that?"

More cheers. Raised hands.

"Marcus!" Amon calls. It's the vice president of the New Order. He grins and saunters up to the stage.

"Alright, Marcus, now you take that left leg and I'll take the right."

I scream again, kicking at them as they grab my legs. It's no use. They're too strong.

The two men wrench my legs apart and spread them so wide that my labia part.

Everyone cheers.

"May I?" asks Marcus.

"I could never refuse the VP!" says Amon and gestures towards my pussy to grant him permission.

Marcus runs a finger up my slit, between my labia, and lands on my clitoris. He begins to rub in a circle.

I shudder and my body reacts, pressing my mound further against his finger. He chuckles and flicks my clit. I feel wetness dribble down my pussy.

"That pussy is begging to be fucked," Marcus says, wiping up my juice with a finger.

"Yes, yes it is," says Amon. "Go ahead and feel how tight it is."

Marcus looks pleasantly surprised, then places a finger between my labia and starts to press in. I feel that dull ache as he runs into my hymen.

"And I do feel that cherry," says Marcus loudly, to more cheers.

With a sly grin, he slides his finger in and out of my pussy, careful to stop at my hymen. Everyone laughs at the sight.

"Alright, Marcus, go ahead and inspect everything and then we'll have our other guests come up to see."

I sag, the toll of all of the fear and humiliation beginning to take its toll. And then I realize:

"I have to pee." Theyre the first real words I've spoken. A wide, terrifying grin spreads across Amon's face.

"Oh, do you? Everyone, she has to pee."

Amon runs to the side of the stage and procures a portable plastic toilet. Marcus holds me down as Amon unlocks my wrists, which are now bruised and covered in abrasions.

I see my chance and try to run for it, but the men pick me up and slam me down on the toilet.

"Now, we at the Veil are aware that this is not everyone's cup of tea. So do feel free to go to the waiting area and we will notify you when she is finished."

I squeeze my pelvic muscles, holding it in with everything I have. Nobody leaves.

Amon is surprised. "Well, that's fantastic! Marcus, let's spread those legs wide!"

Again, Amon takes one leg and pulls it to the side as Marcus yanks on the other.

I shudder with the effort of holding my pee in.

"Oh dear, whatever shall we do?" says Amon teasingly, and then Paul appears on stage. He comes behind me and wraps his hands around my waist, under my hip bones, and presses his fingers into my bladder.

With burning shame, my piss comes spraying out noisily into the portable plastic toilet. A man grabs the camera and zooms in on my urethra so those at home can see it coming out.

Now that I've started, I can't stop and it continues to pour out of me in a thick stream. Men are all laughing their heads off, and several lean in for a closer look.

It feels like ages before my pissing finally decreases to a dribble. When it stops, Amon produces a tissue and pats my pussy dry. Another man removes the toilet from the room.

"Alright then, let's form a line and everyone can come check out the merchandise once Marcus finishes doing so."

With no effort at all, they pull me back onto the exam table and the wrist shackles clank as theyre slammed back into place.

Then, an employee procures a spreader bar and fastens my ankles to it so that my legs are spread wide.

I fucking give up. I feel faint again.

Marcus asks if he can feel my asshole, and Amon happily agrees.

Marcus presses his warm finger against my hole and I feel a familiar sharp burn as he pushes it in. I writhe as the pain takes hold.

"Fuck," he murmurs. He pumps his finger in and out for a moment, then begrudgingly withdraws it. His hands move up to my tits and he gropes and squeezes them, tweaking my nipples as he finishes up. Then, looking back at the crowd, he grabs under my breasts and bounces them for everyone.

"Next!" he shouts. And a new man walks up, spreads my pussy, and puts a finger inside.