Welcome to E. Mayberry

“Holy shit,” someone said. “Now this is a game.”

Holy shit. This is a game and I’m the main attraction.

I was no longer nervous but suddenly eager. I couldn’t wait to see what my neighbors could do with a full minute each.

“By the time we’re done with this one,” Vivi said, “those blue pills should have kicked in and our boys will all be ready for the next game.”

The men laughed and the women clapped and cheered.

“So whoever has number one, go ahead and go choose your toy,” Vivi said.

A woman excitedly yelled, “That would be me!”

I heard her walk away and it was obvious when she returned.

“I know this isn’t gonna pop the piñata,” the woman said, “But it’s my favorite toy so it should be a good one to get us started.”

Cold air rushed over my body and the nerves came back. What could she have in her hand and what was she planning to do with it?

I knew as soon as I felt the soft confetti like straps dangle over my nipples that she’d chosen a flogger. She tickled the front of my body with it, circling my tits before running it over my shoulders and down my back. It didn’t get me horny at all but instead tickled. I fought back the urge to laugh as I didn’t think that would be appreciated.

Then she slapped my ass with it and it stung slightly, not enough to bother me but enough to finally turn me on.

“Mmm,” someone nearby said, “Nice.”

That turned me on more than the lash from the flogger. She hit me again and I bit my lip, relaxing and enjoying it.

“You like that?” she asked.

“Yes,” I admitted. “Hit me again.”

So she did.

“Ten…nine…” the crowd began to chant.

When the countdown finished, Vivi called out for number two to go choose a toy. This one was a guy and when he came out the crowd was a mixture of gasps and laughter.

“Oh you went for the big guns,” Vivi said. “She’s either gonna love you or hate you after this.”

His footsteps approached and when he bent over to whisper in my ear, his French Canadian accent gave him away. It was Emery.

“This might not make you come,” he said, “But it should get you horny as hell. If it does, come find me later tonight. I’m Emery.”

“I know,” I said.

He attached the first clamp to my left nipple and it hurt like hell. The sangria was really kicking in and I’ve always been one to enjoy slight pain with my sex when I’ve been drinking, so my pussy woke up as soon as my tit was pinched. Then he attached the clamp to my right nipple.

“Pick up the pace, playboy!” a man yelled. “Half your time is up already.”

“I don’t need a lot of time,” he said.

What I thought was plain ol’ nipple clamps weren’t that at all and the jolt from the electrified clamps made me jerk on the rope and my legs wobbled.

“Oh fuck,” I said. “That…that…”

He shocked me again and I nearly collapsed. He caught me with his hand wrapped around my waist, his fingers at the soft spot between my stomach and my clit, and his hard cock at the back of my thigh.

“Fucking cheater!” a man yelled.