Ayumi, the least willing.

Emily turned her head quickly towards her friend and sister coming into the dungeon, neither girl aware of the sexual depravities that were taking place within. Before she could warn them, Earl shoved his man meant back into her mouth, already having recovered enough, with plenty of cum to spare for his fuck slut. Eagerly, Emily bobbed up and down the full length of the cock once more, forgetting the other girls.

Ayumi entered into the darkness look around furitively. She a petite, slight thing with barely any weight to her. Slender limbs, dyed light brown hair, and beautiful almond shaped eyes, she showed off her Korean-Japanese heritage prominently. She was short barely even five feet and two inches tall with her hair done up into pigtails wrapped with lavender hair bows. Having seen how provactively Emily and Ashley had dressed, she felt that she should follow suit, coming in something left over from a Halloween party a couple of years ago. It was a scandelously short lavender with frilly white trim magical girl-style dress complete with lolita a-line shape, sparkles, and tight-fitting bodice. The added panier spread out the skirt into a fluffy mass though Ayumi, like Ashley had misjudged just how much covereage it provided. Every step sent the skirt high enough that all the men in the dungeon could see the fullness of her g-string with butterfly shaped front.

Melanie was a stark contrast, she wasn't an identical twin, but the similarities to Emily were present in her moderate chest, slender, but athletic figure and burnette hair. She had her hair in a short bob-cut and was less pent up as her sister having no idea about the curse or that, thanks to proximity, she was already infected. Her costume was less ambitious than Ayumi's, being just a simple blue and white school girl's outfit. It was tight and provacative, keeping in theme with the images she had been sent; Melanie was more easily swayed by peer pressure than Emily.

Before Ayumi or Melanie could recognize the danger they were in, hands reached out of the darkness to subdue both girls. Both were strapped into padded leather chairs quickly as all the men filling the room were eager to start the show. Lights were brought back up to fullness allowing them to see the fate of their friends. Ashley was sobbing into a large series of cocks, giving handjobs, being fucked in all holes, and having various men, old enough to be her father, cumming on her tight body. The fifty tally marks on her back acting as a promise for the new girls' destinies. Emily, for her part, was still worshipping Earl's cock, greedily hoping for another dose of mind-wrenching cum.

"Guess we better get started, if we don't hurry, the ink and piercings won't be done before we have to stop for the night," Ben stated with a long suffering sigh. They all had work in the morning, and would have to wait till the evening to get back to the beauties if they weren't fast enough. This was the last day of the convention, making it Sunday.

"But what do we write on these girls? Pain Slut? We already used Fuck Doll and Sex Toy," Daryl replied as he pressed the button to activate the chairs. Ayumi's was leaned back first. The boys had plans for an **** show between the twins first, so Ayumi's twat was going to be the one they sampled themselves, first.

Tony shook his head while he prepped the piercing gun and variety of remaining piercings, "No, look how she is dressed. She is clearly a Loli Slut and the other one is just gonna be a **** Hole."

All the men not involved in **** Ashley murmured their agreements. Ayumi though was as terrified as possible. Loli Slut? No! This can't be happening!

"Please don't do this! I'm not a loli slut! I'm a good girl! I-I-I don't want this! What are you doing? Help! Somebody," Ayumi's pleas for mercy were unheaded as the Peter stepped forward and began tattooing the helpless girl, marking her forever as the enticing slut she was. "Ah! It hurts! Stop!"

Peter ignored her and continued to permanently mark her flesh, all the while taking careful note of Ayumi's complete lack of arousal. He moved over to complete his work on Melanie who began to scream and writhe at his ministrations and seemed much more amiable to pain, seemed she and her sister shared a whore-ish nature. It was quick work though he did have to remove her panties at the start. Girl should have been more considerate and worn a g-string like her friend, he thought.

Tony was up next looking sadly at the lack of remaining bells. He pushed aside the small material of the stringy panties that Ayumi had on and worked her clit from its protective hood. It was smaller than Ashley's and wouldn't take to a ring, but maybe some jewelry? He moved the gun till it was pressed against Ayumi's nub savoring her screams.

"No, please, oh God, please no. Not that, you already," Again, she was cut off mid-begging as the gun made a cracking noise and her clit was pierced. Ayumi's head whipped backwards into the headrest and a wordless scream. Tony slid a self-sealing little diamond in complimenting the vulgar words that were scarred into her flesh. Everytime she played with herself, she'd always be reminded of her first **** even if she tried to avoid looking at her tattoos.

He only had a couple more piercings and would have to pick between the two girls; he settled on Ayumi since he was already working on her. Tony pulled the front of her dress down, painfully, though the material had enough give to to not break. Ayumi's eyes went wide again and her teeth gritted in pain as her small chest was being pressed upwards awkwardly, pressing them out and giving them more fullness than she normally possessed.

"Not again, please let me go. Please don't. No! NO! Ahhhh," Ayumi screamed once more as her right nipple was pierced and another massive self-sealing ring was put in place, capped with a large diamond. Tony repeated the process on the left nipple giving the girl a perfect pair; he couldn't resist testing them pulling on them and then violently twisting them to see Ayumi's response, and she didn't disappoint. Her face was twisted into a perfect ahego, eyes rolled up, mouth lolled open, and tongue spilling out. Still no signs of arousal beyond her **** erect nipples and clit unable to recede, she would need more training it would seem.

Melanie was allowed to recover from her desecration, but Ayumi was the new meat on the table for the men. She was thrown with **** onto the ground knocking the wind out of her as a large group of men moved in to start the train after Tony and Peter got their fill of the ungrateful whore, there were benefits of being the ones who did the dirty work of marking the bitches.

Ayumi managed to get herself onto her hands and knees, unaware that she was moving into the perfect position to be spit-roasted. Stars were still in her eyes from all the pain in her chest and clit; it was like nothing she'd experienced in her young life. Tears streamed from her hazel eyes as she tried to understand why this was happening. She'd always listened to her parents, never let boys even touch her in the places she was just violated; Ayumi hadn't even let them see those places. Now, her chest was on display, as she hadn't remembered to pull up her dress's front while her ass and pussy had been exposed to complete strangers.

Peter stepped behind the crying slut and pulled hard on her g-string, snapping it and leaving her pussy and ass exposed. He wasn't sure which he wanted to take first, but Ayumi figured it out for him. She pleaded with her captors, hoping for some kind of mercy. Her parents had taught her that people were good at heart, "Please don't do anymore to me. Don't **** me. I'm a virgin. I- my parents would disown me if I- lose it. I'll do anything. Please!"

Tony grabbed the girl by the chin and **** her to look up into his cruel, blue eyes, "Okay then, suck me off, and maybe, MAYBE, we let you go."

Hope filled Ayumi's heart, her parents were right, "O-okay, I've never done this before. I-"

Uncaring, Tony grabbed Ayumi by the back of her head and shoved his length into her mouth. He didn't want a blowjob; he wanted to take her oral virginity, **** her to do things she'd never done before in her young life. Ayumi moaned into the dick stretching her mouth wide and gagged as it hit the back of her throat. Each thrust was painful, knocking air out of her lungs as she scrambled to try and catch a breath. The rhythm was purposefully erratic giving Ayumi no time to adjust, making her a passive participant. To her captors, she wasn't even a person, just a thing to be abused at their pleasure.

The pounding from her front had distracted her from her unprotected flower. Peter knew she was dry, so he began to pour lube onto his tentpole. It was the thickest dick present, huge girth like a coke can and length of a full nine inches. Virgins were tight; Ayumi was even tighter looking given how frightened she was. Peter grabbed her by the pigtails, like reigns eliciting a scream from Ayumi though it was drowned out by Ashley's moans, and the cock **** the life out of her. Peter lined up his cock with her unspoiled, untouched entrance. Precum oozed out of his cock smearing against her awaiting cunt. Any second now, Ayumi was going to have her cherry popped by an unknown man making her his sex toy forever. She'd be nothing more than a slut bent to this man's whim, and the thought of which churned her stomach.

"No! No! This can't be happening, this can't be happening! I'm a virgin," Ayumi tried to cry out, but her arm strength wasn't enough to push away from the cock in her mouth. The yanking on her hair was leaving her mind scattered, unable to forumlate a way to escape. Oh God, don't. Please don't.