I try to fix myself up as best as I can, massaging my sore breasts once the threesome leather is removed. The strips I discard on a pile Hardcore along with the jacket and the vile mmf gag. “Lie down and sleep for a few hours,” Leesha urges me in a soothing voice. “I’ll wake you up if there’s a sign of anyone in the tunnels. We’ll talk more tomorrow.” I want to stay up with her, and thank her, over and over. But my whole body is sore and I’m exhausted, mentally as well as physically. I smell like a sewer, but that can be dealt with later. Giving in, I gratefully lie on my side on the mattress, drawing up my knees into a fetal position. Everything feels bloated inside my abdomen, as though I’m in the middle of intercourse, but there’s nothing to be done at the moment. Leesha is thinking more clearly than me. I should rest. I’m expecting to lie awake, my mind beginning to process the trauma, so when I’m suddenly in the nightmare, reliving standing helpless in the frame while Salarin rubs the goad across my body, that makes it worse. I wake screaming, with Leesha’s hands gently shaking my shoulders. Even though she’s my friend I recoil instinctively at contact from another human. I’m back against the corner of the bed before I understand who it is, and I begin to calm. “It’s almost dawn on the surface,” Leesha says soothingly, hiding a wounded expression. “We’ll need to move soon, but there’s time for a shower if you want to clean yourself. You should drink too. The water will be clean, not like the bottles they give you if you call out.” I look at the shower and realize I really do want to wash myself. As well as removing the caked human waste which stains me, I want to try and rid my skin of the feeling that I’m imprinted by countless hands. “There are no towels,” she apologizes. I shrug. It doesn’t matter. I’m warm. The heat from above permeates down here, and with the planet being so arid any water on me will soon dry. I get to my feet to discover my body is still aching and sore. My thighs and buttocks are particularly painful, the welts throb and my intimate holes feel stretched by the fresh rounds of rape. Inside me the leeches distend my bowel and my vagina. They will be pumping hormones into my blood already. I groan. Within days I’ll apparently crave a man’s indian penetration, but for now I can think of nothing worse than yet another penis forcing past my damaged flesh. I take the longest shower of my life, and although I’m physically cleansed by it, it doesn’t make me feel any less soiled. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to wash away the hands and the cocks, if I spent the rest of my life in the bathroom. But I’m young, and the young heal. Lucy and I ordered and then sipped coffee while remaining almost silent so I could hear what Haynes was saying to those around him. "Yeah...wank mmf me fukk'n cock mate…" he said putting back on his usual Council Estate scowl. As he was heading out the door to go home, he suddenly felt his arm grabbed and twisted from behind, and his head slammed into one of the lockers, hard. So I pulled away, which led to a puzzled look from my young quarry. I didn’t give a rotten damn if she was sleeping or not, it didn’t matter, I needed to fuck her. He had no right to abandon me! We find out the black gentleman’s name is David. “Nice!” he replied. Soon his chubby hairy ass came into view something his wife didn't care for seeing in private let alone in public in bright sunlight. Give me straight answers. Really Kevin...??? I wanted to whistle in delight as I moved across the campus. I know Ronnie……. “You must forgive my curiosity, but why is it so important to torture her this evening? Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning home, not alone but with four of his friends, all aged 12. He reached into his pocket and came out with a few crumpled bills and tossed them on the cum stained floor. Mom stood threesome up and walked toward me, looking like a runway model. “We didn’t make any deal, Elastigirl. It would be on Facebook soon. And remember, no judgement.” "Ohhh, you’re so fucking good at this, what’re you doing to me?" She sat back down and forced some more into my mouth. “Kinell Mason, I’ve got to get one of those. “Come on; you can bring the bottle.” My cock was straining at my jeans from the feel of her smooth soft skin under my palm, the visual stimulus of her sweet teen body and her erotic words. Those six-pack abs, biceps, his pecs, that blonde hair and those piercing blue eyes. Instead she walked into the bathroom and took a cold shower. “Shelena, on the bed. Clearly Gemma was enjoying whatever Mark was doing to her. I guess I was stalling for time, maybe a few minutes in the shower would help me get my head around what was going on. The man behind her pumping his cock into her roughly caught my eye and winked. I gave Justina a bewildered look as I walked away from the lord, his sycophantic garble following us. Smiling and drinking her wine as though she could not get enough. “Oh, come off it, every girl wants her dad to make love to her.” I said, rolling my eyes. I kissed and hugged them, thanking both girls saying, that 'I'd have no trouble getting to sleep now.'“Your welcome Daddy” they said in unison. He looked to the hallway to make sure his wife was not awake; they had gotten a little too loud. The man's jaw dropped, and indian his face turned a crimson red as Allie's words sunk into Hardcore his drunken mind. You want my apple, then?” Emily blurted. I stiffened, my cock was responding to her.