Richard wants her innocent.

"The clear one," was all that Richard managed to get out before Kairy disappeared with Samantha behind the door.

Emily's heart sank further as Kairy disappeared from sight; she knew what horrors were about to take place. The fear for her friend was once more subsumed by her own lust, bringing Emily's mind back into the lust-filled present. The men fucking her had matched rhythm, and the growing heat in her cunt told Emily all she needed to know: the men were about to cum in her. For the third time today, she was going to be bred by a man; she would forever be willing to do whatever they demanded of her, ordered of her. Emily's mind and body were going to no longer be her own; already, she was growing to love the sensation of being taken against her will.

Henry's grunts grew more urgent as his pace quickened. Emily's moans were equally needy now, submissive to his cock and the delicious cum that was to come. She couldn't take much more of this, her mind was breaking under the weight of the curse, I need release. I need cum.

The pounding stopped as Henry pulled out of Emily's body and **** the full length of his cock into her quivering pussy. A climax like no other coursed through Emily's body like lightning. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as a sudden torrent of cum filled her mouth, expanding her cheeks like a chipmunk. She was a whore now swallowing the cum and trying to let as little leak out as possible; Emily still wasn't skilled enough though and much spilled past her lips. The cock in her cunt stretched her and pushed each ounce of cum into her fertile womb unknowingly creating more eggs for each partner.

The softening cock pulled out of her broken but already receding pussy leaving it filled with spunk that dript out like a faucet. Emily could hardly believe the joy she felt at being claimed by three men so far, and the fear at the pregnancy to come. Darkness fell over her vision, Emily's exhausted body was spent.

Oh God, why me? Please don't let me become their slaves, please let this be just a nightmare, Emily thought as she drifted off into obilivion.

In the bathroom, things weren't going well for Kairy either; Samantha had her facing the massive floor length mirror by the tub. Behind the trembling girl, Samantha reached up and began to fondle her petite breasts with a cruel smile on her face, "Oh, aren't these barely anything. B-cups? Hardly, more like A-cups, you little slut. Wearing outfits to make them look bigger are you? Why I wonder? Maybe, you want some boy to take your virginity tonight, steal your innocence. No, that's certain. Its more though. You want someone to **** you, **** you to submit, ruin your little body and leave you nothing more than the whore you truly are?"

Kairy couldn't respond; the words were too cruel. The pleasure erupting through her chest for the first time greater than she was able to resist. She had never masturbated before, never considered sex. She had just turned eighteen today and had only dressed this way to feel more adult.

"You're wrong. It's not possible. I'm a good girl," Kairy protested meekly.

"Really? Because," Samantha lifted the younger girl's skirt to expose her thong. With practiced ease, Samantha shoved two fingers into Kairy's tight snatch only to meet a greater resistance than Emily had offered. Samantha was delighted by the revelation; Kairy was not just a virgin, but her cunt was smaller, tighter, and above all would likely break from a regular cock much less the stallions in the other room. She twisted the fingers around in the moistening hole bringing Kairy's first miniature orgasm to life. The girl twisted in Samantha's experienced arms before going limp and leaning against her assailaint. As one last sadistic measure, Samantha shoved her slick fingers into Kairy's small mouth. "I think you can taste how much you are lying to me."

Satisfied by Kairy's humiliated silence, Samantha got to work stripping down Kairy. The buttons on the back of the dress were easy enough to remove and zipper slid down ominously as if counting down the seconds Kairy had left as a virgin and sane human being. Next, Samantha got her out of her panties and lacey, bra, "You won't be needing underwear ever again. After today, you won't even get to wear clothes at all unless your master wants to dress you up."

Kairy just lay bonelessly on the ground; she could see her beautiful, untouched body in the mirror. It was smaller than Samantha or even Emily's. She rand her hands through her lucious, black hair trying to calm her nerves. She didn't want this, any of this. She had done everything in her power to avoid losing her cherry before marriage, before love.

_Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? This shouldn't happen to any girl, _Kairy reasoned. Tears poured down her face and onto her thighs as Samantha pulled out a white dress. No, dress was too generous, too kind; it was hardly even clothing. The outfit was white and might as well have been completely clear, nothing would be left to the imagination; Kairy would be exposed to anyone who cared to look, victim to their lecherous gazes. It was short as well, as if that mattered given that is was transparent, with the girlishly frilled hem stopping below the belly button and leaving one's pussy exposed. The sleeves were capped, spheres that made it look even more childish, and the sweetheart neckline was edged in lacey frills matching the hem of the skirt. The closure on the back was a clear semi-precious gem and there was no zipper for easier removal. It would be a tight fit on Emily, but on poor, precious Kairy it would be perfect.

"I-I- can't wear that! I'll look like a slut, a whore, a prostitute. Please don't put me in that, please, I don't want to be seen in that," Kairy's tears had increased into a torrent down her cheeks. She despareately didn't want her first time to happen looking like a slutty lolita princess. It was undignified, childish. She'd be humilated and violated at the same time.

"**** princess," Samantha responded pulling the dress over the small girl's head and forcing her back to her feet. Kairy was no in front of the mirror again her body on display looking like a wanton little fairy tale princess waiting for the fat cock to come and claim her for her bad ending. Kairy's petite breasts had rock hard nipples in the cold air while her formerly leaking slit was now dry as a bone. She was hairless and smooth, the tightly pressed lips naturally drawing the eye as if begging for a thick meaty staff to penetrate her. The only thing opaque were a pair of ribbons at the top of the bodice that hid a closure that would open up the breasts to give easy access to her nipples, and a larger bow on the back of the dress that was in a matching sky-blue.

"Hrmmmm... looks good so far, matches your stockings and heels," Samantha mockingly stated before grabbing Kairy by the cunt. "Now say thank you, or your first time will be with a bottle of vodka from the minibar."

"Th-thank you," Kairy whimpered between sobs.

"Now curtsey," Samantha demanded. Kairy complied readily doing a proper curtsey with Samantha's hand still between her legs. It was a dainty, awkward movement with her hands pulling up the skirt higher and Samantha's fingers pressing into the tight passage again. It was like a vice around Samantha's fingers as Kairy lowered herself into the curtsey pressing them to the first knuckles.

"Aaaaahhh! Unnnn! Nnnnnn-o, nnnnn-o," Kairy's squeals were a perfect soprano turning Samantha on further. It was sad she wouldn't get to be the one to break in the girl, but she needed to keep the men happy otherwise they might realize she was a virgin prize herself. Samantha had no intention of giving herself up to these cretins.

Rising slowly, Kairy straightened back up pulling herself off Samantha's fingers before they could even graze her hymen. Kairy was flushed pink with shame and humiliation letting go of the dress's skirt only to be horrified by the sight in the mirror. She was the perfect sex toy, but had hoped that at least something would be covered or hidden. Nothing was off-limits, she was fully exposed and worse yet, the skirt didn't even make it to her hips. It was somehow flared out with hidden, almost imperceptible crinoline giving it an obscene bell shape and leaving her flower and tiny clit without any protection, not even the lacy edge of the skirt was able to cover her.

Samantha reached into her makeup bag to start the finishing touches. Kairy's heart sank; her life was about to be over.

Please, someone, anyone, save me.