Shared, Displayed, Humiliated

The clamps are Jason's idea and he has forbidden anyone from removing it as she's shared by him and his many friends, filled one after the other until she's practically bursting.

Her lover, Jason, has the best ideas on how to make her feel good and this weekend's agenda includes tying her up to the back of his truck with toys inside and all around her. She is wearing nothing except for a pair of sunglasses and cuffs around her wrists and ankles, keeping her bound in place.

She loves every second of her humiliation as he drives down the highway with her on display, and then he pulls up to a rest stop and offers her to men eager to fill her up.

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"Holy xxxx," she hears someone exclaim.

"This is a freakin' baseball bat," says another.

She gulps. He couldn't have put a baseball bat in there... could he?

"Come on, let's use that one." And then, "Can we?"

"I was hoping you would," Jason says.

Oh god.

"Look at this thing." The man is either very kind of very cruel to show her the monster of a thing they're planning to put in her. It's not exactly a baseball bat, though it's big enough to look like one. There's a flared base at the end to make sure that it doesn't go deeper than it should. Jason is very careful with the things he puts in his takeaway bag, wary of people who aren't used to playing with her.

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