Rosie made bad decisions when she was drunk – like volunteering for the competition the seedy bar was running without waiting to hear the rules. She assumed it was a wet T-shirt competition or suchlike. She was feeling slutty and tipsy and knew she had amazing tits, and she thought it would be fun to tease the gathered men a little and maybe win a prize.
She regretted it when she got up on stage.
“A big hand for Rosie, everybody!” said the announcer, smirking. “Look at the lovely big fuckbags on this little slut!”
There was cheering and laughter and the crude language made Rosie felt a little embarrassed even through the haze of alcohol.
“Now Rosie, for competing tonight, you get free drinks all night, does that sound good?” said the announcer.
It did. She nodded drunkenly.
“Good slut!” the announcer laughed. “Okay, first step – can you take off your bra without removing your shirt?”
She frowned. Of course she could! She wiggled, unsnapping the catch and pulling it out the arm hole triumphantly. The crowd cheered, and the announcer took her bra from her.
“Second test, Rosie – can you remove your panties without letting anyone see your pussy?”
That one was even easier. She used her thumbs to tug down the back of her panties, down over her ass, and then bent forward at the waist and pulled them the rest of the way down her legs. Anyone standing behind her would get a good view of her ass and pussy – but there was no one behind her, and her skirt covered everything in front. She grinned triumphantly – until she realised that, without a bra, her tits were freely swinging out of her neckline, in public view. She squeaked, and straightened up, hurriedly stuffing her boobs back into her top. A security guard discreetly removed her panties from the floor.
“Third and final test, Rosie,” said the announcer. “Are you sure you agree to it?”
Rosie grinned and made a drunken nod again. She was two for two. She was a good girl, and could do anything they asked of her.
“Good slut!” said the announcer. “Okay, our security guards are going to rip your skirt off you in 15 seconds. Once it’s off, you have ten seconds to cover any bits of your body that you don’t want people to rape and abuse with your remaining clothing. Hands don’t count. When the time expires, the audience gets the use of anything you haven’t covered.”
Rosie went blank in shock. What had the announcer just said? Surely not!
But then the guards pulled her skirt off, violently, and the crowd roared with delight as they got a look at her cunt. Rosie tried to pull her shirt down desperately to cover her pussy, but it was a tight, small shirt, and when she pulled it down her tits popped out of the neckline. She squeaked and tried to push them back in, but then her cunt was bare. She felt herself going pale with fright.
A buzzer sounded just as Rosie tugged the shirt back down over her groin again. She heard the sounds of cameras snapping pictures.
“Oh dear,” said the announcer. “Rosie has chosen to protect only her cunt! Past contestants got clever – remember that girl who took off her high heels and stuffed one up her pussy and one up her anus – but Rosie here is either a huge slut or very dim-witted. Well, you know what that means everyone – her tits, ass and mouth are all fair game. Enjoy!”
The security guard stepped forward and ripped off Rosie’s shirt, leaving her naked, and then the grinning, cheering crowd of men stormed the stage, some of them with their dicks already out and exposed, as she heard someone calling dibs on whipping her tits with a belt while the first two men “spitroasted” her, a cock in her mouth and a cock in her anus…
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