Aftermath

Six hours later, Lydia was pushed out the door they had dragged her into. Her things were tossed out with her. She tearfully redressed in the alleyway as the guys still hanging around watched. Her phone was getting constant texts from the guys sending pictures and videos they took. Grabbing the satchel off the garbage can where they had left it, she wandered out of the alley. She went into the nearest bathroom she could find to clean herself up.

At least forty different men were sending her things, a new record in a day by far, to be sure, but an undesired one in that context. She could see the black veins in the pictures and on her skin, she looked back into the bag and found a small rod. It seemed innocuous, but it had a few gems on it. Thumbing one of them, she felt the thing inside her pulse pleasure through her body. She had to touch it again to make it stop. The second didn't seem to have any use, while the third felt like she was vomiting out of her eyeballs until the black slime covered the rod. She threw it in the bag and closed it.

Lydia stripped down again to clean herself and her clothes, but as she examined herself in the mirror, she noticed she hadn't any bruising, redness, or any sign that she had endured anything worse than a good workout. Even her breasts seemed perky. They were full DD cups that had always sagged under their size a bit, but now, they looked full and firm without growing bigger. Physically speaking, the thing inside her had left her better than before, horrible memories notwithstanding.

Once she felt ready to leave, she picked up the package, still having a job to do that she couldn't ignore. She felt that it was much lighter, almost like it was empty.

It made the walk to the address much easier, and when she arrived, the red-skinned, devil-looking man who opened the door didn't even phase her.

“What took you so long?” He was annoyed as he checked her out and decided he might not want to be so hostile.

“I got mugged. Long day dealing with that.” Lydia handed over the satchel.

“It’s light, who used it?