Absolutely not!

If Erin had any thoughts left of getting out of this soon, they were completely destroyed when the next pair of mine-me Jokers hopped onto the boxes, their erections quivering in anticipation. The thick sploodge from the last two was still dripping out of her holes when they started fucking, hard and fast.

Erin could tell this second pair wouldn't last as long as the first. Whether it was due to getting worked up watching her get double team, Erin didn't much care. They may be faster, but they were certainly rougher.

Three times she lost balance and started **** again as these two kept pumping, getting more excited by her tear stained faced turning purple. Each time one of the other midgets helped her find the ground and she could breath again, but her mind was starting to meltdown.

Pain from the rough treatment the midgets were giving her, the spanking and the occasional lack of oxygen was getting mixed up in her brain with the slight but unwanted arousal she was feeling.

By the time the second pair had emptied their balls in her, their thick cum exploding out of her holes, Erin's mind was nearly broken.

The last two started **** her right away, but whether they finished in a minute or an hour, Erin couldn't tell. Her mind was broken, and where previously a proud angel was, all that was left was a fuck socket, gift wrapped and hanging from the ceiling, her face stained by tears and running mascara, her perky tits and tight ass bruised, and bucket loads of cum spilling out of her.

If she had any presence of mind left, Erin could tell that the midgets were buttoning their pants again, seemingly satisfied with their work. Their ever present giggles having been branded in her memory.

And Erin started giggling with them.