Nope. Not at all.

Sarah stifled a gasp as he entered her. Her face and chest were pushed up against a wall and her hands were cuffed behind her. Her new friend had one friend on her hip while the other cupped her exposed breast. She resolved to make as little noise as possible. It was bad enough that she had become a fratboy fucktoy, but she didn't relish the teasing that her sisters would give her if they saw her in this compromised position. Especially since to her disgust she was enjoying every thrust.

She had been following her sisters when he had taken her from behind, cupped a hand around her mouth and silently pulled her into one of the dark rooms, and proceeded to... well, take her from behind. He had leisurely cuffed and marked her before the main event. Idly, she wondered what color she had been marked with. And what the guy who was railing her looked like.

"You know" he panted between thrusts "there's nothing stopping me from texting my bros about your sisters. Of course, if you keep me sufficiently entertained..." he punctuated the point with an especially vigorous thrust "...it might just slip my mind."

Sarah considered her dilemma in her sex-addled brain. Could she debase herself to this creep to protect her sisters? Could she just let them take care of themselves? Of course, if this was too dark for her she could always Safe Word her way out.