The night was young, and the apartment was filled with the familiar sound of playful banter between Chandler, Joey, and Ross. They teased each other about their love lives, or lack thereof, as they sipped on their drinks.
"Hey, Ross, when was the last time you got laid?" Chandler asked, a smirk on his face.
"Oh, I don't know, about a month ago," Ross replied, taking a sip of his beer.
"A month? That's pathetic," Joey chimed in. "I get laid at least once a week."
"Sure, you do," Chandler said, rolling his eyes.
The door swung open, and Phoebe walked in, looking stunning as ever. The guys couldn't help but comment on her beauty.
"Wow, Phoebe, you look amazing," Ross said, his eyes taking her in.
"Thanks, Ross. You don't look too bad yourself," Phoebe replied, playfully insulting them. "Although, you all smell like a bunch of smelly boys."
Monica served them all drinks, and the guys convinced Phoebe to try a new, strong cocktail they'd been raving about. Phoebe, always up for a new experience, took a sip and immediately started to feel the effects.
As Phoebe got drunker, the guys started to egg each other on, daring one another to make a move on their inebriated friend. Eventually, they convinced themselves that it was all in good fun and Phoebe wouldn't remember any of it in the morning.
"Come on, Phoebe, jerk us off," Joey said, a mischievous grin on his face.
Phoebe, too drunk to put up much of a fight, stumbled and giggled as she tried to focus on what she was doing. Emboldened by Phoebe's compliance, the guys pushed her to take the next step and start sucking their dicks. Phoebe, still giggling and stumbling, did as she was told.
The guys started to get more aggressive, lifting up Phoebe's skirt and pulling down her underwear. Phoebe, still drunk and confused, tried to protest, but the guys were too strong for her. They brutally raped Phoebe in her pussy and ass, and she was too drunk to do much more than twitch her long legs limply.
Eventually, they threefold penetrated Phoebe and cum in her mouth, pussy, and ass. Phoebe lies there, her skirt up, her legs spread wide, and cum dripping from her pussy and ass. The guys quickly put Phoebe back in order, making sure there are no traces left of their assault. They leave, feeling guilty but also a little excited by what they've just done.
The next morning, Phoebe wakes up with no memory of the night before. But her pussy and ass are swollen and itchy, and there's an incomprehensible taste in her mouth. She shrugs it off, blaming it on the new cocktail she tried. Little does she know, the real story is much darker and more disturbing.
"Oh, Phoebe, you look like you had a wild night," Monica said, as Phoebe walked into the kitchen.
"Yeah, I guess I did," Phoebe replied, still feeling the effects of the alcohol.
Little did she know, it was a night that would change her life forever.
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