The first thing to register to Laura as she regained consciousness was that she couldn't move. Her eyes flew open and the look of horror in them was plain for all to see as she took in the dozens of men sitting in the theatre staring at her. When she recovered a degree from that initial shock she realized that she was bound to some sort of contraption, and that she was completely nude except for thigh highs and high heels!
She was bound to a chair of some kind. It had a very high back, high enough that her hands were stretched far over her head and attached to cuffs on the top. The back of the chair also had a cushion positioned beneath her back in such a way that her tits were thrust forward. The seat portion of the structure actually separated into two separate extensions to which her thighs were bound, leaving her in a spread eagle position, her legs stretched apart almost to the point of pain.
Laura began to scream. Loudly. She writhed against the bonds. Tears began to form in her eyes, then began pouring down her cheeks. And the men in the audience sat there, sitting quietly, watching her scream and struggle. The men watched as the 5'10" all-American blond writhed, her firm 36C breasts bouncing erotically. A couple of times she accidentally made eye contact with one of the men, who would merely smile and wink at her. After a couple of minutes Laura began to get hoarse. Her screaming died down, her struggles slowed. Finally she just went limp, eyes staring between her legs at the floor.
The audience started cheering madly and she heard a voice behind her say "And with that little performance, welcome to another edition of "The Fucking Game! Our hostess for the evening is a hot little slut named Laura. Welcome Laura!" The cheers get louder. Laura closed her eyes, sobbing, unable to believe what she was hearing. As the cheering died down, she heard the voice again. "As you know, the man who manages to take the longest to cum will win $100 - and get to take home Whore Laura as a door prize!"