You're not alone

When you wake up, at first you do not know what's going on until you feel the soreness of your aching asshole.

Then you realise that you cannot move.

You are trapped in a ground pillory. Your head restrained by one hoop of metal, and your wrists constrained by two smaller hoops. You are on your knees, your ankles similarly trapped, you thighs spread and your ass in the air, your pussy exposed and freely accessible. In addition, you have a thick ball gag in your mouth, which prevents you from doing more than whimper.

Your eyes dart frantically around the room, and your breath suddenly stops as you grasp the full horror of your situation.

Bound to three pillory in the same way as you Brianna, Amy and Steph.

All three are naked and gagged, their eyes wild and frantic with fear.

And kneeling behind each of them are three tentacle masked brutes, grasping your friend's hips and pounding cocks into their exposed and helpless cunts. Despite your horror, you feel your own treacherous pussy start to flow with nectar, aching to have it's emptiness filled.

A movement catches your eye and you see a familiar figure advancing on you, it's familiar thick cock bobbing rampant and ready before it. Without hesitation, it kneels behind you and crams his mighty shaft deep into your cunt. Moaning around your gag, you feel your hot tremors start to build inside you, your mind reeling from the sight of your friends being violated and the sensation of the powerful meat pulsing and pounding inside you.

Within a dozen strokes of his mighty tool you are coming again, your eyes rolling in your head as orgasm after orgasm drains the will from your body and the brains from your head. You're drooling around the gag, lost to all sensation except the pounding wonderful cock that's impaling you. It seems to you that your friends are in a similar state, their faces slack with a mixture of fear and sexual excess, their eyes, rolling back as their own cunts are pumped full of meat.

Finally, you feel the massive organ inside you pulse and spurt, filling your battered cunt with seed as your captor roars with triumph, echoed quickly by similar bestial howls from the others jammed balls deep in your girlfriends.

The rapists pull out of your helpless bodies and stand, their heads together apparently conferring quietly. You can feel the spunk oozing out of your battered cunt and dripping to the floor, and you can see small puddles under each of your friends, all of whom quiver anxiously.

After a few moments one of the rapists, the one who captured and violated you so gloriously, stands forward and raises his hands to his mask, as if to remove it.