No!

“You can’t just *OHHHH* do whatever you w- *AH* want! I don’t want the dress and that’s *gaaahhHHHH* final!” you barely manage to sputter.

“Have it your way… Hey Emilia, remember that party at the Mayor’s house we went to? Surely you remember that one, it wasn’t all that long ago.” Nope. No you sure don’t remember any party like that and you certainly don’t want to! Never happened! “You might want to work on your **** tolerance girl, especially if you’re going to be playing drinking games with prominent political figures. But wow, even the Mayor himself called you a whore. One could hardly blame him when he had every inch of his cock buried in your ass while two other guys filled the rest of your holes.” Never happened never happened never happened…

“The Rifure Town Whore,” she recalls further. “I wish I could have convinced him to make it an official title. I made a sash and everything. You could have been a local celebrity!”

An image flashes through your head of a billboard featuring you, wearing nothing but a sash across your chest that reads “Town Whore”. It’s too degrading, it’s too much. You scream as you cum hard, and you don’t stop cumming anytime soon. As your pussy continues gushing, you look through your flickering eyelids at the mirror and see a wanton slut, completely deserving of the letters decorating her ass. Everything from her face to the top of her dress is covered in blush, and she’s shaking from fingertip to toe. You can’t take much more of this…

“Clearly you’re ready to buy the dress now, right? Trust my judgment on this one, it fits you like a glove!”

“N- *gasp* NO! Just give uuuuup! *AHHHH* This is a waste of- *HAH* of- *OH FUCK!*” You leave your statement unfinished, the ability to form words escaping you in favor of all-consuming pleasure.

“Emilia, I already told you that ‘no’ is the answer I won’t take. I guess I’ll just have to set this little guy to high in order to make you see things my way.” I-It’s a bluff, right? Surely that was the highest setting already!

Stamina Check: Failed!

How wrong you are as your friend cranks the intensity up, dooming you to another orgasm before you had even finished your last. Your eyes roll back and you scream yourself hoarse, undoubtedly alarming nearly everyone in the store. Your legs give out and Samantha leans in to support your weight, essentially leaving you as a puppet dangling from her hands as you shake and shudder on the ruthless toy. Not long after your next orgasm ends, you pass out.