Innocence Enslaved part 4: Afterparty

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Emily lay still, exhausted. She could feel the prickly fur of the dog that had mounted her, stuck to her soft, smooth skin of her bare body, stuck to the dried saliva, sweat and cum of multiple men. Even now she could feel remnants of the creatures cum slowly leaking from her sore, stretched pussy to mingle with the sperm of her father and uncle dripping down her round buttocks.

The pretty young redhead had given up. Just hours ago she had woken, dazed and confused, strapped naked to a wooden bench in an old warehouse. Her captor had raped her ass first, before putting her in stocks, her head and hands through a hole in the wall and hidden from sight. She had watched in horror as a procession of men had entered, and her unknowing father had brutally raped his own virgin daughter before watching a series of other men from her life use her.

Then her father had climbed atop her once more, pounding her tight little pussy yet again, this time while her uncle had simultaneously raped her ass. To her shame, she had experienced her first few orgasms as she was bounced mercilessly between her father and uncles shockingly large cocks.

That’s when she had given up, not even fighting as the girl known as Angel had led the dog known as Demon to defile her in from of the men.

Now she stared blankly at the screens, barely registering as about half of the men reluctantly finished off their drinks and prepared to leave.

They slowly began to trickle from the building, and a small part of her mind worried what might be next.

Her father, her uncle, and half a dozen other men from her life made up the bulk of the group who were leaving. At least it was some small mercy that only strangers remained.

 Then the last of that first group were gone, and the remaining men began to mill around as the girl, Angel, walked into the small room where Emily lay alone with the flickering monitors. She removed her oversized sunglasses to reveal the young, innocent- looking face of a girl a year or two younger than Emily herself. Her eyes darted around the room as if worried, and she pushed the door shut behind her. She bent over the prisoner and removed the ball gag from her mouth, a flash of concern on her face, and Emily felt hope soaring in her heart.

“I’m so sorry” Angel said. “I had to do this… they’re dangerous.”

“It’s okay” Emily mumbled, holding back tears as the younger girl began to speak once more.

“Don’t cry, that’s what they want. And take these, they’ll help with the pain.”

Emily nodded silently, swallowing the pills the other girl gave her without question. Angel dabbed her face with a damp cloth, wiping away the sweat and dried tears from the soft, freckled face of the girl bound in front of her.

“The next part is hard. But act eager, smile, and open your mouth. They’ll finish up a lot faster.”

Then the music suddenly stopped, and the room filled with light as the stocks that had been keeping Emily’s head and hands trapped in the side room were opened. Angel squeezed her hand tightly as her bound legs were released, and rough hands grabbed her body and pulled her away into the blinding light.

Emily squirmed in their grasp as the men picked her up. Large hands grabbed her ankles, wrists and arms as she was lifted from the bench where she had been defiled, and others squeezed her large, firm breasts.