No, but her futile hope will doom her friends.

Emily limply laid on the bed watching her dreams die before her eyes. She was now, albeit slowly, become a **** to all the men in the room, and whomever else, Samantha invited to her degredation. Defeated, broken, and impregnated, she could barely conceive of a way out of the situation. I'm worthless now, not even a **** but a whore.

Samantha watched with glee as Emily didn't rise up from her position, allowing all the men to continue watching her on their monitors. The way Emily's pussy lips quivered as they tightened back up was beyond perfect; she was the perfect fuck toy, able to bounce back from each pounding thanks to her curse. The girl would be tight forever, practically virginal to each new partner who **** her. Sadistcally, she tweaked Emily's clit sending an unwanted shockwave of pleasure coursing through the surprised girl's body. Emily's mouth formed a perfect o-face as she twisted the sheets in her fists once more trying to contain the spiralling bliss that was rewiring her brain.

Distantly, Emily heard Samantha speak up, her former friend's voice practically mocking her, "Oh, what a perfect little slut you've become. All wanton before the camera. If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you had set this up all yourself!"

A whimper was all Emily could manage as a response to Samantha. An uncomfortably long silence followed as the men began to regain their stamina watching Emily seemingly consenting to more ****. The silence was puncutated by the sound of a text message that had brought a wicked smile to Samantha's face. Emily didn't understand how one message could matter till she realized the phone in Samantha's hand wasn't her own this time, it was hers.

"What... who did you," Emily stammered.

Samantha didn't need to say anything, turning the phone to face Emily. Horror and dread filled her face; Samantha had texted her best friend, Kairy. Kairy was a petite Japanese American who was the kindest, nicest person Emily knew. Now, thanks to her own inaction, her hope that Samantha would show her mercy, her best friend was going to be dragged into this horrible gang bang.

"Please," was all Emily could **** out before she **** onto the floor by Henry; he wanted his turn with her pussy having finally gotten hard once more. The air left Emily's lungs, and she weakly pulled herself onto all four before Henry's cock was rammed home. The sudden intrusion was too much, and the young girl almost collpased back to the ground. Immediately, she began to fuck back against the constant rhythm of Henry's massive rod stretching her love canal to the limit. Emily had secretly hoped that at the very least the earlier fuckings had loosened her up, but to her horror she was as tight as ever squeezing the man as he relentlessly desecrated her body.

Squeals of joy passed through Emily's cum stained lips only to be silenced as Andrew shoved his now stiffened cock into Emily's warm mouth. The pleasure brought by having two men fuck her seneseless overwhelmed her senses causing Emily to delightfully cum once more before her live audience. Samantha had the camera trained on her the entire time preventing Emily from getting even a moment of respite.

Lost in ecstasy, Emily didn't notice a fourth person enter the room. Kairy was standing shocked in the entrance hallway to the room. She was wearing a baby blue lolita dress with cap sleeves and fluffy panier complete with sparkling layers and white frills. Her feet were in black kitten heels adding to her look of innocence and youthful, delicate featuers. Kairy's almond-shaped eyes were wide and mouth open in disbelief. Before, she could turn, run, and get her friend help, Andrew had slipped behind her and shoved Kairy into the room in view of the newly set up cameras.