When I think about doing this I think about how in the performance Rhythm 0, the performer allowed participants to interact with her body while she stayed motionless. They grew steadily more daring, they cut her with knives and sliced her clothes off, they stuck the knife between her legs in a table. Then I imagine it bound unlike she was, with no escape.
The same fear and panic would power my struggle if a crowd came through… If the ones who stayed to observe wanted to touch me, and the ones who were stressed wanted to gag me. I imagine immediately some men get hard, start rubbing against me.
Then as soon as one starts fucking—as they realize the intended seclusion of this cart—they realize they can all get a chance to do whatever they want to me.
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{Haven’t seen this gif here before, but I may have missed it? I really adore it but with we had fucking.}