A sex tape

"You're going to remember what you did," Emily says. "And you're going to pay for it." She slaps you across the face with her purple phallus. You can't help but think that you're going to have bruises on your face once this is all over.

"I'm sorry Emily," you groan. You strain against your duct-tape handcuffs, but you can't find a way to get yourself free. "I never should have done it. Please forgive me, I'm so sorry!" You lurch forward every time Jack pushes his cock deeper into your asshole. You still can't tell whether you feel pain or pleasure when he fucks you.

Emily cups your face in her hand. "I'll forgive you," she says, almost tenderly. Suddenly you're very confused. You look up at her as if she's a goddess, caring and kind and forgiving. Her bright pink strap-on is still inches from your face, while Jack continues his relentless penetration of your asshole. "After one more thing."

Your heart drops out of your chest. What is she thinking of next?

"Jack," she says. "Set up the camera."

The thick spear in your ass pulls out, and for the first time in a long time you slump against the floor. You can feel your ass gaping wide, slowly recovering from the trauma inflicted upon it.

A camera? you think. God, why. Emily is going to film you. What does she want, a confession? You'll admit to what you did. You'll admit to anything she wants to, so long as she forgives you and stops doing this to you.

Jack fiddles with an old camcorder on a tripod in their living room while Emily drags you by the hair until you're in front of it. They flip the viewer on the camera forward, so that you can see yourself.

You're a mess. Covered in sweat and tears, makeup smudged all over your face like panda eyes. Your long blonde hair looks like a bird's next, and your face is red with heat and welts from Emily's slaps. You look awful. Still, there's a stirring between your legs, looking at yourself like this.

There's a beep as the camcorder turns on. You look past the screen and up and Jack, who has a sick grin on his face. He walks around to the other side, where you are, and drags you to your knees by your hair. He slaps you hard across the face and you fall to the floor, tears in your eyes.

You can hear Emily approach you from behind. She drags you to your knees, just like Jack did, and then grabs you by the neck. You can barely breathe, but somehow that just makes it better. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass now," she says. "And my boyfriend is going to fuck your pussy."

You nearly cum right then. When Emily's strap on enters your ass again you sit up straight, like a lightning bolt has run up your spine. It hurts, and it feels good, and Emily's hand on your neck while she rails your ass.

Somehow, you cum.

Jack takes his place on the other side of you. You try to kiss him, but he reels back. "Disgusting," he spits. He slaps you across the face as he forces himself into your pussy from below. His rejection only makes you want him more.

The two lovers kiss each other over your shoulder, and you're **** to watch it in the camcorder's screen. They look so hot together, and you just want them to kiss you like that. God, why won't they kiss you?

They thrust up into you together, Emily's unlubricated strap-on tearing your asshole while Jack's dick easily slides in and out. You moan and scream and beg them alternately to stop and to fuck you harder. You lose track of time. What's happening? How long ago did you have Jack's dick in your mouth? How long ago did Emily discover your betrayal? For all you know, you've been here for days, the camera recording your shame as your best friend and her boyfriend violate you hour after hour without stopping.

Emily reaches around and grabs you by the neck. It's a forceful hold, and you can barely breath. She pulls you back, off of your knees. She lies down on the ground, her phallus still inside you while Jack's slides out. Your back is against her chest, and you remember all the times you cuddled in bed together. Somehow you can't help but think that those nights will never happen again.

With Jack's dick gone, you feel like there's a void in your pussy. After getting DP'd for so long, it only feels natural to have something in your ass and your vagina, but they don't give you that pleasure.

"Jizz on her face," Emily snarls. "Make sure the camera can see."

Jack is standing above you now, blocking the light. He's pumping his cock hard, his knuckles white. You look up at him as his load shoots from its tip, through the air, and splashing hot against your face. It feels like lava, burning your nose and your eyes and your lips as it drips down, nice and thick. You gasp for air, then cough, struggling to get free, but Emily is still inside you.

Finally she lets you go. The feeling of Jack's facial is still foreign to you, and you crawl closer to the camera to look yourself in the eye.

You look amazing.

The red light on the camera beeps and goes away.

"Guess where this is going, slut?" Emily taunts you.

You try to speak, but the words fail you. "Where?" you manage to gasp. When you open your mouth, some cum drops between your lips.

"Everywhere."

Your heart thumps.