Time to Bail

She screams as they rip her shirt off to reveal her beautiful bosom to the crowd. “Help… Help me… Michelle!!!”

As much as you hate to leave your best friend behind. You know Candice will be fine and it's your pussy that everyone's after anyway. Your whole body freezes up and moves on its own as you back towards the door. With an apologetic look, you mutter a fearful "I'm sorry...."

With that, you turn and bolt out the door. You hear Candice shouting behind you, but can't hear what she says as you keep quickly moving out of the party and to your car. Once inside, you take a quick breath. Your heart is racing and you can still hear Candice shouting for you inside your head. However, you've already made your decision and speed homeward and leave your best friend to her fate.

Once home, you take a long shower. You make sure to scrub your whole body off as if you were trying to wash away what happened tonight. Then you sit in your room and stare at your phone. Typically you and Candice would be talking constantly through the night, but the silence from your device was oppressive. you spend most of the evening like this.

A bit after midnight, you receive a text. It's from a phone number you don't recognize, but not directed at you. It's a mass text to everyone in the school. It's a picture of Candice. She's tied up and covered with white sticky fluid. A dull of expression of one who has accepted her fate is on her face as an anonymous cock is inside of her pussy. A gush of cum appears to be drooling out of her cunt. Prove that it's far from the first cock that she's taken tonight.

"Fuck..." You gasp at the image and toss your phone onto the nightstand. You hate seeing Candice like that, but there's another part of you who recognizes that it could have been you instead and you aren't on any birth control.