Amalia leaves

Ingrid was in hell. She could see, smell, and taste, and the fact a man was pissing on her face and in her mouth was degusting and degrading, but besides the disgusting taste and smell of the piss, internally she was having orgasms. Part of her was loving this and responding sexually, and that was driving her crazy.

Alexia had no idea what was going on. She had gone to the park and after a free drink, she ended up being spit-roasted by her two bodyguards before ditching them and running off naked. She had heard rumors her mother went wild at 18 and earned the nickname Maxima the Mattress, and Alexia wanted to sow some wild oats, but this park seemed to amplify those feelings.

Alexia met some guys who talked her into getting into a machine, and now she could not move, even blink, though she had all of her senses. Her lips, nipples, pussy, and anus were hyper-senstive and when fucked, her mind went crazy. She had no idea how long this would last.

Elisabeth had already given into being a total slut, and she was fine with being gang-banged, and her boobs felt even bigger and more sensitive.

Leonore didn't mind the sex, but she did not want to a doll, and she still hated the fact she was permanently bald, and she was still pissed at Elisabeth.

Amalia stumbled out of the cabana. Cum dripped from her tits, pussy, and ass. She could barely remember how she was fucked or by how many guys. She had no idea why she had turned into such a slut or what was happening to her friends and sister, and it was all too much too soon. She felt light-headed, and images around her started to swirl. She leaned against a post to try to get her bearings, but she slid down the post and fell over and passed out.