Andrew takes what he wants.

The vibrators buzzed in Emily's ears drowning out the few remaining rational thoughts she could muster. Even unbound, all Emily could do was grip the sheets in her small hands. The twisted motions were like a lure drawing the attention of all the men watching through the livestream of Emily's imminent impregnation. She was completely unaware of the world as Samantha picked up one of the cameras to zoom in on the juices sliding down her legs. Emily moaned in agony her body begging for a climax that refused to come.

Slowly, Samantha panned the camera upwards to Emily's face her lips covered in saliva and eyes half-closed. Sweat was forming around her brow giving her a glistening sheen. With the performance Emily was putting on, Samantha was sure to make a fortune, and best of all, it was only the start. Emily's face, her personal information, and her entire life were online now already displayed for all the perverts to see. There would be no escape from the living hell as Samantha's personal sex **** to whore out as she saw fit. The thought of Emily degrading herself in a sleazy den with a man she'd never have fucked in her life was overwhelming. Samantha lifted the skirt of her dress up with her left hand and placed it gently in her mouth freeing both hands to pleasure herself. She slid her right hand beneath her own satin panties to gently rub her stiff clit while the other rubbed and massaged her left tit.

Samantha's moans grew in intensity as she imagined Emily's holes plugged by burly men each taking their turn defiling her. The look of helplessness and despair on Emily's face was just too much and a wave of ecstasy passed through her body as she came on camera beside her friend on the bed. As Samantha lay there in the afterglow, Andrew entered the room closing the door behind himself and locking it as instructed. His eyes settled on the sight of the two girls laying on the bed his cock stirring beneath his pants as Samantha slid off the bed her dress still bunched up and partly caught in the lace of her panties.

"Like what you see?" It wasn't so much of a question as Samantha could see that Andrew was ready and at attention. "Well, you should look at your prize. Her favorite church dress as promised."

Andrew looked towards the bed his eyes lingering on Emily's spread legs and drenched pussy. Unsteadily, he made his way over to the edge of the bed to gaze upon Emily drinking in the image of her in wanton lustful state. Unable to contain himself anymore, Andrew quickly undid his jeans letting them fall to the floor along with his boxers before stepping out of them revealing his seven inch, thick cock. He pulled Emily's unresisting body to the edge of the bed and pulled her legs onto his shoulders gripping her hips as his heart beat faster with anticipation. Samantha kept the camera trained on Emily's cunt as she pulled out the vibrating egg and undid the strings on her bikini panties revealing the pink, hairless outer lips. She spread them open to reveal the perfect cherry within, ripe for the plucking.

Emily's mind came back to her in a flash as soon as she felt her lower lips parting. What's going on?

Slowly, she tried to rise only to flop down as her limp arms couldn't hold up her weight. Craning her neck, Emily could only make out the fluffy edges of her skirt pushed out like the petals of a flower. Someone was on the other side, but she couldn't make out who or what they were doing. Futilely, she tried to close her legs only to find they were restrained and equally weak as the **** did their job rendering her incapable of resisting.

"What... what's happening," Emily's voice was a needy whine, her breathing still ragged.

"Shhhhhh," she could hear Samantha's chiding whisper. "It's your first time. You shouldn't be asking questions. Just enjoy it."

_My first time? _Emily's mind could try to comprehend what was said, she felt a pressure against her cunt parting the outer folds. Despite how wet she was, it was painful. The rustle of her dress was audible as she squirmed in Andrew's grasp trying to get away from the source of pain. The head of the cock continued its journey torturously slow. Emily let out a squeal of pain that soon transformed into pleasure as she felt the fire growing within her pussy. Even with only the head inside, Emily felt like her body was going to burst.

"I'm a virgin," Emily weakly pleaded. "Stop- I- I'll break."

Andrew did not stop continuing his small thrusts sending Emily's body quivering. Her quiet "no no no" was like a mantra urging him on. She could feel his cock finally reach her maidenhead. Emily felt Andrew's proding as he drew out her deflowering and degrading ****. Her cheeks burned in humiliation. Her first time was going to be at the hands of a **** rather than her future husband. Worse still, she realized she was going to be **** in her favorite childhood dress sullying the happy memories it held with the horrific act forever.

In one last attempt, Emily tried to reason with her assailant, "P-please. I-I-I'm saving myself. I'll do anything. I'm a virgin! Nuh nuh nuh no!"

Unable to hold back his lust any longer, Andrew drew back and slammed his cock home. At the same time, Samantha turned up the intensity of the vibrators resting on Emily's breasts sending her over the edge at long last. Her back arched and her hips rose to meet Andrew's **** as if accepting the cock penetrating her body. In an instant, her cherry was torn to shreds as tears of pain and rapture streamed down her face. Her sloppy, slick hole was still too tight for Andrew to easily thrust back and forth, and the feeling of Emily's cunt convulsing around his cock was heavenly.