CC had not been gagged. At the first stoke she gave a small mewling sound. On the second she was silent, but tears streamed down her forehead.There wa... a pause. Once again, Cynthia was using pace and anticipation. The pause lasted long enough that the crowd started to murmur. Cynthia said one word, "Come." The cat 'o nine tails slashed again—this time much sharper than before. Angry red welts appeared on CC's ass, but those were secondary. At least two strands of the whip ran up the crack. In the dim light coming from a couple of wall sconces and a laptop on the desk, it looked huge. Tammy moved into the room, taking off her business jacket and tossing it, missing the back of the chair she seemed to be aiming for. Picking up a large remote from the side table, she plopped in the middle of the circular couch and started punching buttons. The lights slowly rose in the room. A large TV screen on one wall came to life, a crowd of people cheering for some inane late night talk show. I felt him push hard into my cunt and heard him groan as his thick hot cum filled my bare pussy. He pushed me off and the next man who had fingered my cunt pulled me over to him and placed me on his cock. Right then another man blew his thick load on my face. His cream ran down my face on to my tits. I suddenly heard a voice say “What the fuck is going on here!” it was the man from the ticket booth who I found out was the manager. The men told him that “this slut wants to be fucked by all of. "How do you feel?" the oldest one asked.I could only croak like a frog, "Water." I know your mouth is dry honey, but your stomach has a tube in it. I can't give you water." She took a washcloth from the stand by my bed. She took it to the sink and wet it. She returned to press it to my lips."I sucked on the washcloth and decided that it was better than Ice Cream. I looked over at what could easily have been a coat rack. Actually there was one on either side of me. The racks had plastic bottles.