Scream for help

You open your mouth and summon every ounce of strength left in your lungs, releasing a **** scream that tears through your throat. "HELP ME! SOMEBODY PLEASE!" The sound that emerges is high-pitched and feminine - nothing like your old voice.

Jake immediately clamps his hand over your mouth, his palm rough against your lips. "What the fuck?" he hisses, pressing down harder when you try to continue screaming beneath his grip.

"Shut her up!" Tyler snaps, looking nervously toward the window. "The Hendersons next door might hear."

Marcos quickly grabs one of your pillows. "Move your hand," he tells Jake, and as soon as Jake removes his palm, Marcos shoves the pillow against your face, muffling your continued attempts to scream.

"You're making this so much harder than it needs to be," Jake growls, his weight shifting to pin your hips more firmly against the mattress. "Nobody's going to help you, so you might as well enjoy what's coming."

The pressure of his erection against your core sends an unwanted jolt of pleasure through your body, making you whimper behind the pillow. Your new pussy throbs traitorously, growing wetter despite your mind's **** objections.

Tyler reaches down and grabs the hem of your nearly transparent t-shirt. "Let's see what she's hiding under here," he says, roughly pushing the fabric up to expose your breasts. "Holy shit," he breathes, staring at your newly revealed flesh. "They're perfect."

The cool air on your nipples makes them harden instantly. Tyler doesn't hesitate, bending down to take one into his mouth. The sensation is overwhelming - hot, wet pressure sending electric pulses straight between your legs. You arch involuntarily, your body betraying you again.

"She likes that," Marcos chuckles, loosening his hold on the pillow slightly as your struggles weaken. "I told you she wanted it."

Jake continues working your jeans down your legs, leaving you in just the lacy black panties. "Look at how wet she is," he says, running a finger over the damp fabric covering your pussy. "Your body knows what it needs, even if you're fighting it."

The simple touch makes your hips buck upward, seeking more friction. A moan escapes you before you can stop it, muffled by the pillow but still audible.

"There we go," Jake purrs, his finger pressing more firmly against your clothed entrance. "That's better than screaming, isn't it?"

Your mind is clouding over, the curse amplifying every sensation. Tyler's mouth on your breast, Jake's finger teasing your pussy through the thin material of your panties - it's becoming harder to remember why you were fighting this in the first place.

"Please," you gasp when Marcos finally removes the pillow, your voice breathy and weak. "You don't understand..."

"We understand perfectly," Jake says, hooking his fingers into your panties and slowly dragging them down. "Your body wants this, and we're going to give it exactly what it needs."

As the cool air hits your exposed pussy, you feel another surge of wetness between your legs. The curse is winning, turning your resistance into **** need with each passing second.

"Look at that pretty pink pussy," Marcos whistles, his eyes fixed between your legs. "Who wants to go first?"

Your attempt to call for help has backfired completely. Instead of rescue, you've only succeeded in angering your captors and accelerating their plans. The neighbors either didn't hear or didn't care enough to investigate, and now you're more exposed and **** than before.