But he doesn't.

He pulls a folding chair over and spins it around. He's got a big smile on his face as he pulls out his phone and starts snapping pictures. One by one each of the guys takes a turn swatting Emma's backside. She squirms and sniffles but manages to keep from screaming out more than once or twice. Her knuckles are white from gripping the bars though by the time Ace steps up for his go.

Spitting on his palm he swings his arm back wide and Em visibly tenses. The crack never comes though, just a wicked smirk and some laughter from the crowd. He doesn't slap her ass. Just kicks one shaky leg aside and wipes the saliva slowly across he pussy lips from front to back.

He eyes fly open and her mouth gapes wide when he touches her. His pants are already undone and I watch him pull out his semi-hard dick. He slaps it against his open palm pulling on it a couple of times before leaning in and pressing the fat head against Emma's tight hole.

My eyes dart back and forth between her contorting face and that thick cock unyieldingly pushing forward. I'm flooded by guilt now on top of the fear. Guilt because it isn't me and I'm glad, but also because I can't help but feel turned on. My best friend is tethered to the dog cage I'm locked in. For all I know I will be next, but I can't keep from focusing on watching her stretch open to accept him.