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Mark was taken aback by how much Emily seemed to enjoy the scene, her breath coming in quick, short gasps. Could it be that she wanted to be fucked like Verity too?

The men grabbed Emily and held her down, her skirt hiked up around her waist. Mark was sure she wanted it so this time he wasn’t going to interfere.

One man began to push inside her with such **** that it caused her to scream in pain. Her eyes watered as her body shook in agony.

Mark had always imagined that Emily likes it rough and now he was going to find out.

One by one, the other men began to fuck her savagely, ignoring her cries and screams. Emily’s body trembled with fear and shame. Verity lay unresponsive beside her, unable to comfort her. Emily couldn't help but think how lucky Verity was to be **** during their brutal session. It meant she didn't have to face the terror that was consuming her at that moment.

She felt tears welling up in her eyes as each man violated her in turn, their rough bodies slamming into hers with increasing ****. The pain was unbearable, yet her body responded in ways she never knew before. As her mind struggled to process what was happening, her body betrayed her, thrilling to the pain and pleasure of the violent ****.

Emily held Verity’s limp body tighter as the men increased their intensity, tearing her clothes of and penetrating her virgin asshole. The pain was too much. She tried to call out for anyone to come and help her but her voice was too weak. She looked over at Verity’s motionless body and tears filled her eyes.

Mark was her best friend since childhood, and now he was letting these men defile her. The horror coursing through Emily’s mind right now was unimaginable. She was going to break soon and the men were far from finished with her. They continued to penetrate her body, taking pleasure in her screams of pain. “Please, please don’t do this to me,” Emily begged, crying profusely. “please let me go.” Mark chuckled coldly. “You’re liking this Emily, I know you are.” She shook her head in denial, tears running down her cheeks. She wanted to plead for mercy, but her mouth seemed glued shut. All she could do was stare back at Mark with pure hatred.

Emily screamed as another man entered her ass. She could feel him stretching her, ripping her apart.

Emilys mind scrambled as she tried to make sense of the nightmare she found herself in. She cried out in agony, her body thrashing wildly beneath the men's weight. As Emily's mind spiralled out of control, she lost track of time and place. She was only aware of the men's bodies pressing into her, the raw power and **** of their movements, and the intense pleasure that was building deep within her. Her mind had broken, forever changed by the trauma of tonight. “Look boys, she’s starting enjoy it” Mark said cruelly.

“What are you Emily” he whispered in her ear.

“A whore” Emily responded flatly. She felt nothing after being physically and sexually assaulted by the men for hours. She had stopped crying, no longer able to process the horror and trauma that was overwhelming her senses. Mark laughed bitterly. “That’s my girl” You’re just like Verity - a beautiful creature that needs to be shown a good time.”

Mark kissed her tenderly on the lips, his tongue sliding between her teeth as he pulled away. Emily didn't respond, her mind a blank. She felt numb, empty, as if all her feelings had been drained away.

The men continued their savage **** relentless in their pursuit of her degradation, until finally, she passed out from exhaustion and pain.

They left her for dead on the bed, as though she were nothing more than a discarded piece of garbage. She lay there, shivering and alone, her mind reeling from the horrors she had endured. As she **** her eyes open, she saw Verity lying next to her, still ****.