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"Why . . . why dont we dress him up. . .?" Tom mumbles in a daze. He's been untied from the couch but, his body limply lays on the floor, the artificial cum oozing out of his gaping hole and his cock rock hard. "A slut should dress nicely, right?" Miranda and Nicole agree immediately, rummaging through Sarah's bag.

They pull out a white babydoll -- if it could be called that, it was cupless so it would reveal his perky nipples if worn and the way it was cut revealed his stomach -- a crotchless thong, a white garterbelt and long silky stockings.

Nicole howl's with approval, reminding them to grab the collar too. They eagerly do so, revealing a white leather collar with the words '****' and 'BITCH' attached to it with metal letters. Between the letters was a silver ring, easy to attach a leash to if desired.

If you had a shred of self respect would have pulled the breaks on this, but, you cant deny the way your body trembles withe excitement. The absolute depravity of it all makes you far to eager and willing to submit to their whims and dress up accordingly. You like how they stare at you and coo about how wonderful you look -- how pure you look now and how they'll destroy that purity.

Of course, being the object to win, you are placed in the arm chair for the time being, to watch them fight it out to take your virginity and make you the center of the winner's gangbang.