It's time for Emily to meet her audience.

Emily's mind raced around in circles trying desperately to comprehend what had been said, what had happened, what she was doing. The situation had spiralled out of control faster than she could have imagined. Only seconds ago, she was a virgin with a bright future; now, Emily was destined only to be Andrew's ****. She would spend the rest of her life as his personal fuck doll and baby factory. Worse, her friend had filmed it all meaning there now was a permanent record of her defilement. Maybe there was hope though, she might be Andrew's ****, but if she could just convince Samantha to delete the video then there was a chance she could at least salvage her reputation.

"Samantha," Emily's voice was weak from exhaustion, and dizziness from her the high she was crashing down from. Her limbs felt like lead weights, and her body still refused to move more than an inch at a time. Emily gazed up into Samantha's stone-cold gaze hoping for at least some kind of mercy. "I- I, please don't upload the video. I'll d-do whatever you want."

Inside, Samantha was shocked; she fought hard to school her surprise and hide the sudden sadistic glee welling up within her. Emily had no idea that the video was streaming live and there was nothing she could do about it. This was yet another golden opportunity not to be missed. Turning her head to the right, Samantha saw that Andrew was still breathing hard from his exertion and didn't look like he'd be ready anytime soon. Nonplussed, Samantha went to the computer which was blocked from Emily's line of sight by the frills of her dress and typed a simple message: "First come, first serve. Be at the hotel in 5 minutes, and you can have this girl for the rest of the day."

Samantha came back over to Emily with a smile that curved upwards like a demon. She spoke in a sing songy voice that Emily misinterpreted as mercy, "Okay. I'll give you the video on the camera. In exchange, you'll do something for me."

"Anything, just don't upload it," Emily was eager to to get rid of the evidence of her descent, too eager as it turned out.

"We'll start with something basic then," Emily reached into her clutch on the table and pulled out two white tablets. She placed them into the center of her palm and extended it to Emily. "Swallow these."

Emily quickly complied drying swallowing the pills as quickly as she could. Samantha's smile was wicked and cruel as she watched Emily seal her fate. The pills were another special narcotic she'd managed to acquire for this encounter. It didn't take long for the **** to kick in and Emily's body to begin feeling heavy. Her eyes fluttered in a struggle to stay awake, but she was out cold within minutes. If Samantha's calculations were correct then her 'friend' would be **** long enough for the viewers to arrive.

In the meantime, Samantha got to work preparing Emily for her new guests. Deftly, Samantha took off Emily's clothing while Andrew filmed for the audience. She hurried to the closet and got out the last thing she'd prepared for today: a frilly white babydoll lingerie set with crotchless panties and garter belt hooked stockings. The ensemble had been meant for her, but Samantha couldn't pass up dressing Emily up for another round of fucking. The clothes fit perfectly draping over Emily's sleep form and revealing her body through the transparent material. Now, Samantha merely had to wait.

Fortunately, she wasn't kept waiting long. A knock resounded at the door, and Samantha opened it to find two rather handsome men waiting for her. One was a tall, lanky fellow wearing a sharp suit with gold lapel. He looked like someone who'd stepped out of the office for a martini lunch break. Next to him was another student from Emily's class, Henry the linebacker. Henry was muscle-bound and tall as the man next to him but with a definite bulge in his tight tuxedo.

Samantha let them in and then motioned for Andrew to wake Emily. It took him a shaking her to bring Emily to consciousness. Groggily, she took stock of the situation. Emily ran her hands along her body surprised to find she was now dressed in sheer negligee instead of her desecrated pink dress. It was a comfortable outfit but definitely something she wouldn't have worn on her own; it felt like something meant for a wedding day. Her musings though were interrupted by the man in the business suit clearing his throat, "When can we get started?"

Startled by the sudden noise and realization that she had two more strange men in the room with her nearly naked, Emily began to crawl away towards the edge of the bed scrunching up her babydoll around her waist inadvertently giving the newcomers easy access to her cunt.

"Whenever you are ready," Samantha replied with a sweeping gesture towards Emily quaking in fear.

As the men closed in on her, Emily only could meekly whimper, "Oh God... no..."