Yes, she can't resist.

Slowly, her hand unsteady, Emily tipped back the red cup swallowing its contents. The fizzy punch tickled her tongue and slid down the back of her throat. A brief flash of concern filled her mind that something might have been wrong, but it soon faded into oblivion. Barely conscious, she couldn’t make out what was happening around her. A murmur from Samantha along with a tug forward guided her away from the refreshments table and further into the hotel. Bright lights and blurred images filled her vision. Dimly, Samantha could be heard again along with the sound of beeping and what might have been a door opening and closing. Emily looked to her left and right, eyes unable to focus on anything, trying to make out her new surroundings. The only thing recognizable now was a bed in the middle of the room along with brightly colored objects laid out on a nearby folding table. Mark, however, was nowhere to be seen.

Samantha’s voice echoed through Emily’s mind like a hazy, half-remembered dream. Soon, Emily was sitting on the bed unable to consider any other course of action. A smile blossomed on Samantha’s lips as Emily wobbly slumped onto the bed as commanded. The **** combined with the off putting vibrations in her pussy were working their magic making her less aware and more susceptible to commands. Pulling out a needle from the array of objects on the nearby table, Samantha eased it into Emily’s arm injecting the bright blue liquid into her unwitting ‘friend’s’ body. The other girl hardly noticed the prick her eyes fluttering momentarily before settling back into the distant, vacant gaze. Samantha pulled out the syringe and set it aside. The second **** would heighten Emily’s sensations of pain, pleasure, and very potentially confusion. With the right ‘treatment’, Emily’s body and mind would break leaving her nothing but a pleasure seeking whore. Had Samantha also known about the curse, she’d have been delighted to know that Emily’s fate had already been sealed.

With her preparations complete, Samantha picked up a camera and turned it on. Emily couldn’t make out what her friend was holding, but it must not have been important. Vibrations erupted through Emily’s body drawing her attention back to the egg between her legs. Samantha focused the camera on the damp spot on Emily’s sexy panties filming under the skirt of her lacy dress. Slowly, she panned back to reveal the garter belt and stockings bunching the dress around Emily’s waist for the perfect shot. The bump in the back of the panties signifying the presence of the dildo trapped there added to the sluttiness of the shot. Next, Samantha positioned Emily in a few more compromising poses with her legs spread wide for all to see, moaning and whimpering with the hem of her dress barely hiding the panties beneath, and finally one with Emily holding up a card while sucking on her finger. The card had written on it her full name, age, phone number and address. Now, it was time for the final piece of the ****.

“Would you please tell me your name,” Samantha asked her friend innocently. “And how old you are.”

Confused and still horny, Emily complied for her friend, “Uh…. Emily Watson. “I’m eighteen.”

“And do you want this,” Samantha asked holding up a picture of Mark off screen.

Emily’s eyes focused briefly on the picture her mind barely registering it, “Y-yes.”

“So you agree to perform in this fantasy **** video, yes,” Emily said all of it quickly placing special emphasis on the yes.

“Yes,” Emily was confused and merely the repeated the last word making it sound more like an agreement than a question.

“Great, sign this,” Samantha pushed a piece of paper in front of Emily which she signed before turning off the camera and putting it onto the nearby stand along with the others set up around the room. It was time to begin.