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.

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 gone to bed a

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 of last night. A cock. A slap. A pair of hands holding her down.

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

free herself from the terrible image and looked down, surprised to find she had two fingers in her pussy. This was wrong. This was terrible. She shouldn't 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 decide which would be less disturbing: if she was soaking because she was aroused

way she was sitting reminded her of the way she was straddling one of her rapists when the other one forced her down against him and shoved his dick inside her tight ass. The memory was revolting... The idea that she'd ever be okay with something like that... of feeling both cocks glide against each other as they wrestled for space deep inside the guts of 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

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 made her skin crawl, and with her eyes closed the water only added the illusion as she imagined that even now, she was covered in her rapist's cum. She was permanently dirtied... stained by the terrible thing they had done to her, and she didn't see how she would ever