Are filled with anxiety

You feel a surge of panic, but it's too late. Garvin grabs the phone back, his grin wide as he shows Dave the cage. "Look what we've got here," he says, his voice low and taunting. "Your buddy's been keeping secrets."

Dave's face goes from shock to horror, his eyes darting between you and Garvin. "What the fuck are you doing?" he yells, his voice cracking. "What have you guys done to him?"

Garvin's laugh echoes in the room. "Relax," he says, his grip tightening on your hips as he continues to fuck you. "He's just getting what he's always wanted. Aren't you, slut?"

The words are a slap in the face, cold and harsh, bringing you back to reality. You're not just being used and humiliated, you're being broadcasted. The panic that was simmering in the pit of your stomach boils over, making it hard to breathe. Your eyes dart between the screen and the room around you, desperately searching for a way out of this situation.

Dave's horrified expression is clear, even through the tiny camera lens. "D-Dave," you stutter, trying to find the words to explain, to apologize, to do something to make this go away. "It's... it's not what it looks like." But you know it's a lie, and the tremor in your voice betrays you.

"What the fuck?" he says, his voice shaking with anger and disbelief. "What have they done to you?"

Ashley's laughter is like nails on a chalkboard, grating and sharp. "It's what he's always wanted," she says, her voice sweet and taunting. "To be our little bitch."

The weight of Garvin's cock in your ass feels heavier with every passing second, a stark reminder of your submission. You want to scream, to tell Dave to run, to get help, but all that comes out are moans.

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