Mindbreakingly Bad.

Earl ran a hand along Emily's chest scrapping her nipples through the fabric. Emily practically jumped at the electric touch her mind becoming a blank void for a second, her body twitching as she dangled in the air.

"Why, I think this one got off on us **** her friend," Earl cruelly announced before slapping her ass hard enough to make her cum. Fluid leaked down her thighs having already soaked through her panties long ago.

Emily's cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson; she was humiliated beyond reason. She'd been turned on by her friend being deflowered, gang **** in some unknown dungeon, and now had cum at the slightest touch from a man old enough to be her father. Curse or no, she brought this on herself.

Ben stepped now in front her, sizing up Emily's body, his eyes lingering on her skirt anticipating the fresh pussy beneath, "So should we fuck her first or break that body of hers?"

"What's the fun without the bells," Earl replied sagely. The image of the clit bell they'd pierced into Ashley's flesh haunted Emily's mind. Where they going to do that to her? Was it going to be something worse?

Without hesitation or warning, Ben gripped the front of Emily's maid outfit and ripped it straight down exposing Emily's soft, b-cup breasts. They were larger than Ashley's, but not by much. Emily was frightened now, the strength Ben displayed was frightening, his raw muscles could crush her in an instant if she tried to resist. It didn't stop her though from shaking in the the ropes as he twisted her nipples in a sudden display of aggression.

Emily screamed, her shrill voice was like music to her assailants' ears, "AAAAAAHHHHH! NOOO! It. Hurts. Please! I'm going to die!"

The pain from just her nipples being tweaked was overwhelming, and Emily couldn't hold back the growing climax, shuddering with delight at being abused before passing out again.

She awoke, after an unknown amount of time, to find she was no longer hanging. Her sore arms were thankful for the change. Emily tried to move but found that she was laying on her back bound to a table the same way Ashley had been earlier. She could feel the wood pressing hard into her back arching her more than the men had done to Ashley, her **** was going to be more painful.

Above, Emily could see her reflection in a mirror showcasing her naked, previously untouched by men, body. Her shapely curves were on display while her breasts were puffy and red with two golden bells matching the one pierced through her engorged and distended nub. Like Ashley, she'd been marked permanently with a tattoo: Sex Toy. Emily knew that soon those words would be her entire life at her captors' hands.

Terror griped Emily's heart though as not just Ben and Earl, but four men surrounded the table, each naked, but the two new ones had cocks that might as well have been pillars with their length and thickness. Ashley had it easy it seemed.

"P-p-please, no. I'm a virgin," Emily wailed as the two new men took positions in front of her head and between her legs. Earl pressed a button on the table causing Emily's legs to begin spreading still she was nearly in a split.

Emily's voice was quiet as she begged still, "N-n-no, don't do this. I-I don't want to be pregnant!"

The men ignored her. She felt the stiff meat between her legs begin to spread the lips of her flower, wide; she would never be tight again after it split her. The other stranger began to press his cock against her lips which Emily parted reflexively to allow him passage, addled by aphrodisiacs and her submissive nature. If something didn't happen soon, she'd be doomed forever.