The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places or things is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 .

Also, this is my first time writing in the third person.. here goes!

It was late, April was the last person in the office. As per her usual habit she checked her personal emails one last time before logging off. Deleting the usual spam and phishing attempts one caught her eye.

"This link will change your life."

Normally it would have been deleted without a second thought, but something inside sparked her curiosity. *click*

Good evening April. We have been watching every online transaction you have made. We know all your thoughts, your desires, your purchase history. But this is not a blackmail message - we want to help.

This is a once-only offer, if you click ok we will take that as your giving consent, but if you close this email or click cancel the offer will be withdrawn.

We cannot offer any more detail at this time, only to say we have your deepest interests at heart.

OK | CANCEL

April felt her pulse quicken. Surely this was some sort of scam email. There was no proof of anything except her first name used in the email. Still, the temptation lingered. What would happen if she clicked ok?

She knew with every fibre of her being that she shouldn't but she felt her hand move her mouse the the left... OK

Her next memory was a tickling feeling on her nose. The smell of hessian. Her ankles and wrists bound. She didn't feel naked at least. She tried to scream but the gag stifled the escaping noise. Through a mental fog she tried to piece together her memories, she was leaving work, there was a black van out the front, then a cloth over her nose and mouth. She'd been abducted! With the realisation firmed up she tried to escape, wriggling. But then a spray of liquid on the hessian which made her sleepy again.

"April, it's time to wake up." The voice, it wasn't human. A voice-changer perhaps...

"Wake up April."

A bright light was on her. She could barely see anything in front, but the light felt distant. Like a theatre light instead of a doctors room. April found herself bound, in the air, thick ropes behind her knees where holding her legs up and bent. Ropes under her armpits balancing her so that she was facing the audience. She was sure that she was on show. Her arms immobilised behind her back. How many people were watching? The light was so blinding! She was naked! There was no noise coming from the audience. Maybe the theatre was empty...

The voice again. "Relax April. You consented to this, remember? The email. You clicked ok. And it is ok, we only want to help with your darkest desires."

Something shined in front of her. A hooded figure held up a cutthroat razor. Were they going to cut her, disfigure her, kill her? No, they mentioned her darkest desires....

She felt something cold being pressed against her most sacred of exposed places. Then the razor scraped across. She was being shaved. Petrified at the scenario she did her best to remain still. One slip with that style of razor could be disastrous! Once complete she felt them towel her dry. Completely exposing her to the room. Not even a pubic hair between her and whoever was watching.

"Remember what happens next, April? Come now, you wrote the story, you must know..."

The theatre light dimmed slightly, just enough that she could make out the silhouettes of the audience. There were hundreds, perhaps maybe even a thousand people watching in silence.

The realisation clicked, a reddit post she'd made about this exact scenario. Surely it couldn't be...... They wouldn't......

Another hooded figure, or was it the same, it was all a blur, wheeled out a device on wheels. The phallus attached to it slid inside her oh so easily, her body betraying her nervous excitement in spite of her fear.

Then the vibrating wand was positioned and clamped. A low thrumming directly onto her clit. They obviously remembered that this was a sure-fired way to tip her into oblivion! Her toes curled as she tried to fight off the inevitable. Her wrists balled.

She wanted to scream that it was supposed to just be a fantasy but the gag was firmly still in place. She felt herself flush with embarrassment. It was bad enough to be naked and bound in front of a room of anonymous viewers, but to cum in front of them. She couldn't! It's so ..... inappropriate!

Biting into the gag, a growl that changed into a high pitch squeal escaped her. Her body shuddering, holding ecstasy at bay. Determined.

"Give in April. This is your moment. These people are here for you. Cum for them!"

The more she tried to hold it back the stronger the sensations grew. Hearing the voice give the command severed the final string holding back her orgasm. Finally letting it come she convulsed, breathing heavily out through her nose and moaning on the gag. Spasm after spasm rocked her, the figure increasing the vibrations to amplify and prolong her moment. Embarrassment took over briefly as she heard the sound of liquid splash to the floor, realising that she had gushed. She'd never squirted before and the thought of a room full of people witnessing her first time had her gushing again and again and again, the ropes creaking under her attempts to thrash free.

Her next memory was waking up in her bed. Her head throbbing. Was it a dream? How did she get here without her husband seeing her. She reached between her legs, confirmation of her fresh shave sending worry through her.

"Good morning babe." Her husband's voice. "I brought you some ibuprofen and some water. You look like you had a big night!"

How could she tell him what had happened. She had never cheated on him before, but now she felt like she had! What if someone had filmed it! What if it was on the internet!

Her husband continued, "get some rest, and I'll fix us some breakfast."

As he made to leave the room he picked up something from the floor. Cloth. Black... hooded..... Their eyes locked for a moment as he smiled and left.