You try to leave, but the crowd 'persuades' you to stay.

You can't believe you even considered staying to help a harlot humiliation junkie like Abigail after she tricked you, toyed with you, and tried to turn you out. You push through the skeevy sleazes surrounding your filthy friend, doing your best to ignore their greedy gropes and how your bimboi body betrays you and begs for more. You finally squeeze past enough to shout, "Abby, you don't have to do this! I know you can be a slut if you want to, so you don't have to fuck away your future for my sake. I'm going home. I'd rather get in trouble than enslaved. I hope you come with me, but I'm not your keeper."

Abigail just looks right through you as she is fucked in midair by Uncle Grandpa while she sucks his tongue like it was made of candy. She smiles and it's like she can see not just past you, but inside you. She sees you want this just as bad as her, but that you are denying yourself because you know you'll love it so much you'll never want to leave, not because you are actually better than her. See rolls her eyes at you and goes back to getting hate fucked with love by a semi sweet sociopath while you run from this infernal paradise of perdition like a bitch out of Hell.

Or at least...you try. You don't get past the ring of Abigail's appreciative audience. This time their hungry hands hold you tight, slipping under your skirt to grope your plump pantied ass and up your shirt to **** your tender titties and painfully puffy nipples. You try to scream out, but a thick tongue that tastes like dip and depravity and dirtbag daddies stifles your sobs. You thrash and struggle, but your meaningless ministrations just seem to convince your captors that you are enjoying their **** and writhing into their greedy grasp.

You see Abigail watch with smug satisfaction as your panties are pulled to the side and your pussy plundered while a line is already forming to replace the tongue filling your tantalized throat with a series of sweaty, swollen stud shafts. You realize that this was just another game to her, show you a soft side then you let your guard down. Even the more serious look she wore with turtleneck and tights for 'you' was really just a rich bitch outfit to tempt the scumbag studs with. She led you like a lamb to the slaughter, and now you're about to be eaten alive by wolves. And the worst part? You've never felt tastier...

You keep fighting futilely even as load after load is pumped up your quivering cunt and down your thirsty throat, and as your own shaft shoots sticky squirts as cock after cock crushes your spurt spots. You start to question if you are only squirming so they'll overpower you and treat you rougher. Everytime you try to wriggle free you are 'punished' with searing slaps, swoon inducing spit slathering your supple skin, and massive, mangled mitts pulling you back harder on their piledriving pricks. You know you can't fight your way free, but pretending to try gives you all the excuse you need to enjoy your rapturous ravishing. A part of you was always hoping for this...another 'bad end' and you blameless and buggered and blissed out and blank...

"Don't worry, Amy, you can struggle all you want, but we won't let you go. Abby told us all about your **** fetish and we're super supportive of all kinds of kink." A towering titan that bears a striking resemblance to the baddie from Highlander 'reassures' you while reaming you raw and rough. You suppose Abby had you pegged from the get go. She showed you another illusion, a sad, serious, sarcastic but sheltering a soft and sweet soul. She showed you a damsel in distress and in truth she was the dragon, the demoness, the depraved destroyer of dreams...and you kind of love her for it...

"That's it slut, surrender! You're no better than me! Just as sick and subby and slutty! You just hide your wanton want behind your pretentious phony piety!" Abigail, briefly between bullies, hurls invective down at you and is then swallowed up again by the swarm of studs. You can't exactly argue with her, and not just because your throat is being throttled by a succession of sawing shafts. This base, beastial bitch is as real as the 'good girl' version of you, maybe realer. And you didn't really try to help the 'real' Abigail, because you weren't willing to accept that what you saw as demonic desire, she saw as deliverance.

Abigail's happy getting abused by her adoring atavists and it's not like she's hurting anyone. Quite the opposite, she is enthusiastically helping society's outcasts feel accepted and connected as part of her cummunity outreach. You have to admit, giving back feels good to you too, and it's a relief to let go and get sucked back down the submission spiral again.

Maybe it doesn't have to end with one naughty night? Maybe you don't have to sneak back in all sweaty and spent and slimy? Maybe you can just escape from the SJC? Escape from yourself...or find true freedom as a **** to a scuzzball? Whatever happens, you hope you can look yourself in the mirror in...