Attention Whore Yunno X Humilated, Punished, and Gang Fucked in Public

The crowd wanted a show. They got fresh meat instead. Yunno X walked in barefoot, wrists already cuffed, plastic shrink-wrapped tight around her body so every curve pressed against the clear skin like meat on a counter. Steve cut her loose in the middle of the plaza. Hands came down hard on her ass and tits—open-palmed, loud. She yelped, small and sharp, then begged louder for the next one. People stopped walking. Phones came out. A cruiser rolled past. One of the crew blocked the window with a grin and a bullshit story while the rest slipped Yunno down a side street, still naked, plastic dragging behind her like shed skin. Cobblestones under bare feet. Businessmen at lunch looked up from espresso and froze. She kept moving, led by the cuffs, tits bouncing, cunt visibly wet. They reached the bar. Pool balls cracked. Conversation died. Steve sliced the last of the wrap off her and fed her his cock in one shove. She gagged, throat bulging, spit running down her chin onto the floor. Another cock followed; she took that one too while strangers reached in and grabbed whatever they could—nipples, ass, hair. Steve bent her over the green felt, roped her wrists to one corner pocket, ankles to the opposite. Spread and locked. Her mistress climbed onto the table, straddled her face, and ground down until Yunno’s tongue was buried and working. The first cock that entered her from behind was thick enough to make her eyes roll back. It set the pace. They used her like a hole with a heartbeat—pounding her cunt, switching out, buzzing vibrators over her clit whenever she started to drift. She came loud, once, twice, legs shaking against the ropes. When Steve had enough he dragged her off the table, dropped her to the floor, and painted her face with the rest of them. Thick ropes hit her cheeks, lips, eyelashes. She stayed on her knees, mouth open, letting it drip.