No, and its worse than she feared.

Tony was relentless; Ayumi could feel her lips stretching painfully with every thrust into her cock hungry mouth. Her arms were sore and trying desparately to keep her balance, pressed against Tony's well-muscled thighs. Each vibration was pressing her tight pussy against Peter's cock, as he passively allowed the girl to do the work for him. He planned on savoring taking her virginity, knowing that this would be worse on her mental state in the long run than if he hurredly buried himself into her.

Ayumi's body was on fire. Her head was strained from the constant pressure of Peter pulling her twin-tails like reigns, preventing her from thinking clearly. Tony's intense face-fucking was leaving her gasping for air; she'd never given head before, much less this brutal kind of domination. The pain in her breasts was pulsing in waves as her meager chest heaved and bounced, her every movement agonizing. The piercings were making it all the worse, bringing Ayumi close to passing out.

The cock in her mouth suddenly slipped free giving Ayumi a chance to breathe deeply, preventing her from passing out; the men wanted her awake and aware of her deflowering. Behind her, she could her Peter tapping a finger on glass. He had a plan and needed her cooperation for only a minute, giving her a false hope of escape, "Okay, slut. You want me to leave your precious pussy alone? Let you keep that cherry?"

Ayumi nodded her head, too frightened yet to speak. Peter moved from behind her, releasing the pressure on her fuck hole and showed her the smart phone he'd taken from her purse, "You unlock this for me, and we'll let you go with just a blowjob, how does that sound?"

Without hesitation, Ayumi showed her naivette by taking the phone and swipping to unlock it before handing it back to her captor rather than dial for help. She believed Peter was telling the truth and that the promise of freedom was at hand.

I can escape, just get out of here and then get help, Ayumi thought to herself. Willingly, Ayumi allowed Tony to grab her by the chin and guide her back to his cock. Not sure how to give a proper blowjob, Ayumi ran her tongue on the length of the shaft, her eyes looking upwards at Tony to make sure she was doing it right. His groans and stern gaze were signal enough, and Ayumi went back to polishing his rod dutifully.

Once coated, she kissed the tip and slowly began to work it past her lips and down her throat. Ayumi's tongue caressed the fleshy staff tenderly. Whether she wanted to be or not, Ayumi was a natural cocksucker, her instincts perfect each time making Tony struggle to keep from cumming instantly in her mouth. Ayumi, worried that Peter would lose his patience, continued to bob on the cock until she heard the sound of a picture being taken. She tried to pull Tony's cock out of her mouth, but he instead pressed a hand on the back of her head and **** her to go back to work, setting a new pace.

Humiliated, Ayumi complied and continued to suck on her captor's dick, trying to get him to cum so that she could end this quickly. Another snap sound, but this time Ayumi knew better than to try and see what was happening. Peter was forcing her back off her knees and onto all fours now with Ayumi putting up no resistance. If she only knew that Peter was filming and photography her every submissive action.

"Hey, look at this bitch. She wants to be ****. All the stories she's written about having her v-card punched and cum filling her until she was pregnant," Peter was laughing as he scrolled through her phone.

Oh God, no, those are just fantasies, not real. I don't want this. I'm not actually a slut, Ayumi mentally pleaded the men.

Unable to help himself anymore, Peter grabbed his still lubricated cock and began to run it up and down Ayumi's slit, slathering it in preparation for penetration. Ayumi pressed against Tony and pushed his cock from her mouth, freeing her to speak for a moment, "No! You promised! I have a boyfriend! STOP! STOP PLEASE! I'm saving my-"

Ayumi was silenced again as Tony angrily shoved his manmeat back into her petite mouth. She could feel Peter's cock starting to push her lower lips inward, the process painfully slow despite the lube. Fear and lack of masturbation had kept Ayumi's vibrant flower like a vice, it took a full minute of pressing to get even his head inside her. The girth of the head alone, was making Ayumi wish she was dead, her body felt like it was splitting down the middle. Tears streaked down her face as she tried to will away the excrutiating feeling erupting throughout her absued pussy.

"God this whore is tight," Peter whined as he continued to press forward hoping to find her cherry soon. "I don't know if I can hold it in."

Once again, Ayumi was able to get Tony's cock out of her mouth, "No! No! I'm not on the pill! Don't cum in me! Its a dangerous day! Please, oh God no! It's going deeper! Stop, please, AH! NGH! NGH! No, no I don't want to be pregnant! AGH! Its tearing, no! It's not too late! NOOO!"

Finally, Peter had reached Ayumi's hymen; her words, even if he had cared, weren't reaching him as he savored the feeling of her virginity ripping, shredding, one millimeter at a time. With a massive grunt, he shoved forward with all his might just as Tony **** his cock back into Ayumi's mouth. The girl was speared between two men, her virginity taken in one stroke just as Emily's curse finally settled on her womb forcing out an egg in preparation for making her Peter's ****.