Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 2

The sun was streaming through her curtains, as she unpleasantly discovered as she shut her bleary eyes. Maybe those guys were right. Maybe she did have a few more drinks she'd just blanked out on. She felt terrible. Her eyes hurt, her head hurt, her body hurt, and she felt the desperate need to brush her teeth. But for the moment at least she refused to face the day and rolled over to cover her head with the blanket; she needed to thank them for helping her get back home safely, Violet thought. She would never have gotten back to her bed without their help.

After a few minutes of tossing and turning, she finally resigned herself to the idea that sleep wasn't coming so she decided to face the day. Getting out of bed she found herself still dressed in last night's outfit, and she started unzipping it as she walked to the bathroom. On the way there she noticed that the floor was cluttered which was strange, because she thought she'd remembered cleaning up before she went out last night. But that wasn't the priority Right now she needed to feel human and wash away the party. She felt stained by the smells of secondhand drinking and smoking she was suffused with. She let her dress fall around her feet just outside the bathroom before she walked past the mirror and vanity, not sparing it a glance as she started to run the water so it could get hot. Then Violet undid her bra and let it fall to the floor automatically while waiting for the steam to start to rise.

It was only when she leaned down to ease off her cotton panties and let them fall down around her ankles so she could kick them off that she got the feeling that something was wrong. Looking down she could see a black stain on the waistband of her panties, and beyond that, bruises on her legs... not the normal one or two she had from being clumsy as she bumped into furniture, but broad ones like handprints on her thighs and ankles.

RAPEDOLL was written across her barely visible breasts, and CUMDUMP was written above her pussy in the same hand. That wasn't the worst part though. The worst part was the tally marks on her Inner thigh. If she was reading them right, 8 men had fucked her last night, or she'd been cum at least 8 times. She didn't know what they were supposed to mean, because she didn't remember. She'd

that she was aware of what must have happened to her, it wasn't her body that hurt anymore, as it had so indistinctly in bed. Her wrists hurt from where she must have been held down. Her jaw ached from when she must have been forced to suck cock, her ass and her pussy felt raw from where she had been used while she was unconscious, and most of all her tits hurt from where she'd been brutally and painfully molested. Her entire body had been defiled. Every first... Every Hole... Every inch of her had been claimed by faceless strangers. The crying didn't stop, but eventually the scrubbing did as she collapsed and curled up into a ball at the bottom of her shower. It was only there when she started sobbing so hard, she thought she would break that she started to remember things. First just little flashes

on her hands and knees on her own bed as someone grabbed a handful of her short hair and tried to get his cock inside her mouth. She refused to open it though and so instead he rubbed the slimy head along her lips, then suddenly whoever was holding her hips thrust forward, forcing his dick all the way inside her in one painful thrust. But before she could focus fully on the pain, she was consumed by thoughts about how she was being violated in two holes simultaneously. Each thrust from one direction pushed her harder

be fingering herself to the idea of being violated. She definitely shouldn't be this wet, and while Violet tried to come to grips with that, she struggled to

her tiny body. It was disgusting... But she couldn't stop pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy while she remembered all the terrible things that happened to her. In a way that disgusted her almost as much as the memory of someone fucking her asshole. But it felt so good. She tilted her face up into the spray with her eyes closed and tried to let the spray of water blank out her mind - to forget the awfulness she'd endured and at the same time she tried to wash away all of her negative feelings from her soul with the rising tide of pleasure emanating from her clit. She knew it was wrong. She knew she

men, she didn't know jerked off all over her face, shooting rope after rope of hot sticky semen across her skin and hair. She didn't know them, but she could hardly concentrate on their faces with the disgusting sensation consuming her. It