Innocence Enslaved part 3: The main event

*Sorry it took so long. It was a big mistake having her pass out at the end of part 2, it made it very difficult to start part 3.*

With a splash of something cold and wet on her face, Emily woke. She instantly regretted it. The man who had captured her stood over her, a sneer plastered on his face and an empty cup in his hand. 
 “You had me worried for a second” he laughed “What, were your daddy and uncle too much for you?”
 Emily tried to shout at him through the ball gag, to scream at him, but she could do nothing as a tear rolled down her cheek, just one of many streaking her pretty freckled face. The man ran his fingers through her silky red hair, and she grimaced as she felt his erect cock rubbing on her soft cheek, shaking her head as he stroked himself over her face. But she was helpless, unable to move, only her head and hands on this side of the wooden partition and her body tied down on the other side, naked and vulnerable in the main room with the other men. Even now she could feel multiple hands groping her, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. The screens above her showed everything in full detail; the stranger pinching her hardened nipples. Her math teacher running his hands up her soft, creamy thighs. And her father and uncle, laughing in the crowd, blissfully unaware of the identity of the virgin they had just defiled. They joked and chatted with other men, sipping beers taken from a cooler on the floor and having a great night while the girl who trusted and loved them most in the world lay naked, bound and defiled just a few feet away. She could still feel their cum inside her, leaking from her sore little slit as her unknowing teacher leaned close and slid two fingers into her.
“I know you must be tired after all this, particularly after how hard you came on daddies dick,” her captor murmured as the girl let out a small whimper, her every muscle burning with exhaustion and her loins burning with desire as she squirmed to escape the fingers inside her. “Try to enjoy what comes next.”
 
 Then he turned, putting his engorged member back into his pants, walking from the room and locking the door behind him. Once again the darkness surrounded the poor girl, and she was left alone with nothing to watch but the screens above her. 

 In the main room, the host returned with a cheer from the audience of gathered men. He took a moment to admire his captive, her soft, pale skin drenched with sweat and cum but still as perfect as when he had tied her up, her firm breasts rising and falling with each breath, her gymnasts body and ample yet firm ass suspended for all to see by the ropes that held her fit, smooth legs apart. 

 The other men stepped back, eying the girl hungrily as they waited eagerly to hear what would happen next.