Andrew wants a church girl...

Samantha hurried over to the closet pulling open the mirrored doors to reveal the dress hanging on it inside. It was far too girly for Samantha's taste with small puff sleeves, translucent pink layers, lace trim, and a large back bow. In fact, it nearly made her want to puke looking at it, but it was Emily's favorite church dress when she was little and was exactly what Andrew wanted to see her in. She grabbed the dress from the hangar and went back to her friend writhing on the bed. Her mind was addled by the heady mix of **** coursing through her veins and the vibrations pulsing within her pussy. Emily's hands gripped the sheets, twisting them with every near orgasm before shuddering as the wave passed. The poor girl was the edge and couldn't find release just as Samantha had planned. The longer Emily remained in a blissfully dazed state, the more time Samantha would have to prepare her for dark fate.

Emily didn't know what was happening to her, but she could feel her dress sliding off her body. The silky material teased her flesh and rock hard nipples sending her into another euphoric shudder. Her arms were raised above her head as the dress was pulled and cast aside to the floor in a heap. The cool air of the room did nothing to quench the host lust plaguing her body. Every second was **** as her body begged for a release that refused to come. Samantha couldn't pass up the opportunity to torment Emily further. She brought her lips down to kiss her friend's nipples before taking them each in turn into her mouth and sucking on them gently. Emily cooed and groaned her breath becoming shallow as she tried to understand what was happening to her. Suddenly, Samantha's teeth bit down on her left breast sending Emily finally over the edge. An orgasm, more powerful than she'd experienced before, erupted through her causing her back to arch and thrust against an imaginary cock.

Satisfied with Emily's sensitivity, Samantha pulled the dildo out of Emily's ass and held it up for the camera to see before tossing it to the ground. She then propped Emily up on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide so that the cameras could take in her naked body. Samantha's fingers pressed against and teasingly pinched the young girl's nipples. Emily was moaning now like a whore her eyes fluttering and juices dripping onto the sheets. Were she sober, she'd have been self-conscious or afraid, but caught up in the bliss of the aphrodisiacs was like putty in Samantha's experienced hands.

Samantha leaned and whispered into Emily's ear, "Time for you to finish getting dressed."

Unable to think for herself anymore, Emily complied with Samantha's command rising from her friend's lap and standing on shaky legs. She pulled the dress on over her head. It was a tight fit and pressed the thin pink material around her breasts tight enough to show her rock hard pencil nubs. The zipper was harder requiring Samantha's help to pull up. With as tight as the dress was, it made her perky, small b-cup breasts stand out more. The hem of the dress didn't even fall down to her mid-thighs, but it did cover her panties at least. Samantha though wasn't pleased with this development and went back to the closet to get some more supplies.

When she returned, she handed Emily a sheer petticoat to put on pushing the skirt outwards, almost horizontal. The viewers would easily be able to see her drenched panties now and with every step would reveal the entirety of her ass. For the finishing touches, Samantha pulled Emily's long blonde hair into a set of pigtails and pushed her in front of the mirror to get a good look at the slut she was becoming.

"It's my favorite dress," Emily stammered in shock and surprise. "But... I- I'm a slut."

Samantha grabbed her friend's breasts from behind and pulled her in for a tight embrace. She then slipped a pair of vibrating eggs into the tight front of her dress pressed against the nipples like a vice. As soon as she turned them on, Emily's back went stiff and her legs nearly gave out. The only thing holding her up was Samantha. She whispered soft enough so that the camera couldn't hear, "But you like wearing this dress."

"I like wearing this dress. It's my favorite," Emily replied back robotically.

"And then you must be a slut. So if you like wearing the dress and must be a slut then you must like," Samantha trailed off.

"I like dressing like a slut," Emily's reply was pure gold. Samantha was going to make a fortune off of the videos.

With Emily completely compliant and dressed for Andrew, Samantha moved her back to the bed to continue trembling under the power of the vibrators helpless to resist the brutal fucking she had coming.