The New Sofia

Sofia was trapped in a small booth. It was not even big enough for her to turn around, and it was pitch black. She felt small pricks in her ass and an electrical charge in her scalp. She could not think straight, and her mind was a whir.

The machine stopped, and Sofia stepped out to see full-length mirror. She admired and examined her body.

A small voice in the back of her mind told her this was all degrading, and she needed to grab her sister and flee, but she was also very, very horny. The anal plug started to vibrate. "Eeeeeaahhhh!" she cried. It then started to pulsate, growing and shrinking in girth, and in length over and over. A wave of horniness swept over her. She saw a guy with a handful of Elisabeth's hair roughly face fucking her, and her sister was on her hands and feet with her ass up in the air while a guy fucked her from behind.

Sofia's chest was heaving, and her pussy was wet. The small warning voice kept trying to scream at her that this was not natural and beneath her, but the horniness and need for cock was slowly pushing the voice further and further back. She saw a group of our young men coming out of a bathroom.

"I can't believe Miley Cyrus of all people is a urinal slut," said one.

"But she was bound to the wall with a mouth spreader, and nose hooks," said another.

"But she definitely orgasmed when the piss hit her," said a third. He then looked up and saw Sofia. "Well, hell-looo," he said. "What do we have here, boys?"

Sofia's chest heaved, and she licked her lips