On a 10+, there is trouble.

Kirsten continued to whimper as Courtney left the rod torturously close to piercing her cherry. She looked up at another woman in the room. The other woman was dressed in a police woman’s outfit though the tight, short skirt and translucent top were dead giveaways that she was part of the game. Her belt carried the usual assortment of gear with the addition of a large, black strap-on and a tube of lubrication. The officer brushed the luxurious black hair out of her face and smiled like a predator about to strike. Her voice was low and sultry tinged with danger, “We should just break her quickly and get this over with. She’s completely dry. Not very good slut material.”

Alice shuddered at the pronouncement. The idea that some of the girls chosen weren’t going to be able to resist being made into a slut was worrisome, especially considering how close she’d come to her own unfortunate ends. Idly, Alice wondered just how easy she would break if put to the test. The answer frightened her. Shaking off the sudden realization, Alice refocused on the pair, trying to find the perfect time to strike. Kirsten’s pleas were growing more insistent; Courtney was grinding the rod in a circle within her untouched cunt. Courtney’s response was touched by annoyance, “Yeah, but that’s half the fun. We weren’t any different when we were **** through this game. Why should she get off easy with just becoming a cum slut. We should make her want her fate.”

The words were harsh, but they seemed to irritate the police woman rather than entice her, “Yes, but she also isn’t all that special. Look, if you’re going to try and break her on your own that’s your call, but I’m telling you that I’m not wasting my time with her. When you’re done, you can join me on the hunt. I’m going to try and find someone a little more… mentally pliable.” With that, the police woman was gone, exiting through a door on the other side of the room. Courtney let out a sigh and motioned towards Kirsten’s stretched cunt. She then hammered the rod into her body slicing through the thin barrier, leaving Kirsten deflowered.

“I guess it’s just you and me then,” Kirsten said the wailing girl. Kirsten was thrashing around as she could dislodge the foreign object. Alice couldn’t look away and a familiar wetness was touching her panties. She wasn’t sure what was wrong with her, but she was growing aroused by the sight of her friend being broken in against her will. Courtney mercilessly slammed the rod in and out of Kirsten’s tight snatch preventing it from getting the chance to adjust to the new sensations; leaving it tight for her while she played. Kirsten’s eyes were shut and tears streamed down her face while blood acted as the only lubrication for the brutal fuck.

A sound nearby alerted Alice to the fact that someone was coming… however, she wanted to continue watching her friend, fascinated now by the sight yet another former friend succumbing to the ****…