Ayumi, she needs her creampie.

No, no this isn't happening, Ayumi's mind was reeling as the cocks within her pushed and pulled; the fire in her body was amplifying. Fear wasn't a turn on nor was she a pain slut, but the curse wasn't about to allow her to remain that way. Her kinks were changing forcing her to become the cum slut that was foretold. The grinding pain in her pussy was generating new, forbidden pleasure within her tight passage. I'm being ****, but I'm- I'm getting turned on!

Ayumi could feel her body betraying her; a new warmth radiated throughout her body. She was letting her boyfriend Bobby down, each moan that she could not hold back was more proof that these men were right about her wanting to be ****. She was despicable, disgraceful for not resisting the thrusting cocks claiming her body. Peter's hands once more gripped her hair yanking her head as hard as he could forcing her to pick up the pace of her blowjob, lest her hair be ripped from her skull.

The sound of clicking was drowned out by Ayumi's sloppy slurps and Peter's grunts. Tony's pictures would live on forever online as each was immediately uploaded to Ayumi's own new porn site. If she'd been aware, the poor girl might have fought harder, but her addled mind was no longer in a state to fight back, willingly assisting in her degradation. Her ass pressing backwards to shove more of her ****'s hard cock into her tight body. Her mouth greedily trying to pull the tasting cum that her body desperately craved. The curse wouldn't even grant her release, perpetually keeping her on edge. Ayumi could feel each inch scrapping inside her, striking formerly untouched regions and leaving her a pleading mess.

Tears fell down her face as she mentally begged her body to stop, for the strength to escape. Tony captured every second, now livestreaming her capitulation. No one would know it was a **** given how eagerly she bounced on the meaty rods within her. How her hands gripped Tony's thighs as she bobbed up and down, working her tongue along his length. The messed up makeup caking her face and the way her breasts freely swayed back and forth only adding to the ambiance.

Cruelly, Peter twisted Ayumi's clit ring sending Ayumi into a spiral of pain and heat. The last mental barrier was broken, and Ayumi's cunt flooded with juices as she clamped down hard on the invading meat. A virgin's first orgasm and tight passage was too much for Peter leaving him cumming into the helpless girl. He gripped her ass tightly and pressed deeper into her body, burying himself to the hilt. Ayumi could only sputter into the cock in her mouth, pressed equally deep as the unwilling pleasure fried what little was left of her free will. She'd hate it forever, but no longer would be able to provide any meaningful resistance to her new masters. Waves of baby batter poured into her body as she shuddered between her captors, back arching into acceptance of her new purpose in life. The cum flowing down her throat until she could barely breathe.

Once both men were satisfied that they'd filled her with every last ounce of sperm they could, Ayumi was dropped on the ground, falling limp. Her eyes were dilated and unfocused; her mind broken and unable to process all that had happened to her. Minutes ago, she was a precious virgin. Now, she was a cumdump laying on a concrete floor leaking juices from her own sex and orgasming still from pain.

Please move. Please get up, Ayumi begged her body to obey. Instead, she felt herself being manhandled back upwards as untold numbers of hands caressed and gripped her body. Murmurs of uncountable men filled her ears, and it was then she realized her ordeal wasn't over yet. Oh God no. Help me. Someone help me!