Beg for it to stop.

The ball gag barely muffled your desperate plea as you sobbed, “Please, stop!” The frilly pink dress was a tattered mess, soaked with sweat, the “Crestwood’s Pet” diaper hanging loose, the “QOS” tattoo smeared with Sophie’s cum. The buttplug buzzed mercilessly, the chastity cage a constant agony. Riley’s eyes lit up at your begging, her grin vicious. “Oh, you want more friends to play?” she taunted, texting rapidly. Within minutes, more students flooded the courtyard, their laughter a cacophony of cruelty.

A group of guys joined Malik, their hands already on Sophie, who moaned as they groped her, one sliding into her soaked pussy while another fucked her mouth, her gags echoing. The display crushed you further. Emma turned the buttplug to its highest setting, your screams drowned by the crowd’s cheers. Riley forced you to your knees, making you lick the stone where Sophie’s cum had dripped. Crestwood’s dominance was absolute, your broken body and spirit their final trophy in the moonlit arena.

End of the book.