Yes

"What are you doing, Yang? Why are you helping her? Yang, answer me!" begged Pyrrha, but her cries were ignored by her former friend, who merely smiled at the redheaded warrior. "Mistress just wants to make everything better. I know she does, she showed me. She'll show you, too, Pyrrha". Pyrrha began to tearfully **** as the reality of the situation dawned on her: Yang has been compromised, somehow in some way, and is in no way able to help either of them escape. Worse, she's helping the woman who brought them here.

Yang began sucking on the strap on like a popsicle, touching the back of her throat, rubbing the material against her uvula. Her eyes had gone to the back of her head, Yang's free hand clamping onto her mound and beginning to finger herself. Pyrrha could see copious amounts of liquid dripping from Yang's nether region, amounts that near doubled as she continued to uncontrollably **** herself. Eventually, she pulled the dildo out with a large *SSLLHHP* as her eyes slowly drifted down to her former ally.

"Oh no...."