Yes... but...

Your lips quivered and a tear rolled down your cheek. One of the boys dried your tears and tapped your nose like one would a naughty puppy "No-no we want you to look good doing this, no crying, we're going to get this right... and if you make this hard we start uploading that little show of yours."

Not only were they going to make you say 'that' but they wanted to make you look like it was your idea! AND to do it on camera!

You're shaking, they even undo the handcuffs "Now pick up your clothes darling and walk them to the Incinerator all sexy... pretend your walking in heels and roll those hips." After saying that 'Kevin' slapped your ass, making this moment even worse than it already was.

Even bending over to pick up your clothes caused wolf whistles.

They made you repeat the scene at least fifteen times before you got it right. Sashaying to the incinerator for the last time, your clothes in hand doing this sexy look over the shoulder you smiled nibbling on you thumb "Goodbye John, never been a good boy... " You opened the incinerator with a scared gulp and tossed your clothes into it, feeling a hollow shock in your chest of what you'd just done "Well Say hello to Doe, I'm a bad gurl." Forcing yourself to make with a slutty expression and pose to match.

The recording was done "AAAaaand CUT~~! Perfect shot you little slut." Your legs gave out and the tears burst forth. Anger and humiliation flooding forth. A **** stare aimed at all of them. "Now boys, lets get our lil femboi ready to go." Kevin snapped his fingers, and they moved in unison you swore and cursed as they dragged you naked over to a desk. Bent at the waist and the rest of you drawn across it.

The **** your legs apart and held you fast. "Don't make us gag you."