The choice is made for her

Amy gulped, staring at the text until it disappeared again, replaced by the picture of her with her lips wrapped around a nice thick cock. She bit her lip, lost in the moment, torn between remembering how good last night felt and how horribly wonderful it would be to follow Bianca's orders.

"Hey, were you talking to us?" a voice asked, and her eyes popped open wide as her head tilted, giving her just enough peripheral vision to see that someone was standing nearby.

Panic overtook her and she desperately cried out for Bianca. "Fuck my asshole hard!" she squeaked.

"See? This is the chick that everyone heard last night," the guy said and she realized someone else was there.

"I heard her," the friend said.

"Fuck my asshole hard!" she yelled to the phone, and the screensaver turned off.

"Well, since you want some more fucking..." a third voice said as she stared down at the instructions on the screen and slowly turned.

"Could.... could you film it?" she asked, shoulders slumped, dropping her toiletries beside her door.

Three large, athletic guys stared at her, looking her up and down with their intent clear. "Sure," said the tallest, and pulled out his phone.

"And... and you have to keep fucking me until you can't get it up anymore," she continued. Did Bianca want the film on her phone or theirs? She wasn't sure so she handed him her phone as well, turning on the camera.

"We can do that," the second one nodded, looking thick as a football player.

"And... and you you have to treat me bad. Talk to me like a dirty whore," she added a bit breathily. As the third closed in she paused a moment to wonder. Had Bianca actually said that?

"Sounds right up our alley," the third one agreed. He had a big, beefy build like he was either a body-builder or a wrestler.