Aftermath

Finally, just as it seemed that she would die if she came any more, the men pulled out of her squirming body, leaving her slumped on the bed. Within seconds she was asleep, her exhausted body giving up any attempt to remain conscious.

She woke some time later, her brain at first fuzzy and confused until memories came surging back. She looked around the room, seeing her uniform folded neatly on a chair, but no signs of the men who had used her so relentlessly

Angrily, Sally slid of the bed and limped to the bathroom. She was sore, her pussy and ass tingling from all the **** they had taken. Sally looked at herself in the mirror,seeing her face streaked with tears and sweat and semen. She washed her face, then decided she needed a shower and turned on the water, adjusting it to as hot as she could stand it.

She washed her body briskly, her mind flaring with anger, and a certain amount of shame for how her body had responded to being repeatedly ravished. She gave little shudder as she recalled the seismic orgasms that had ripped through her as she was impaled by pounding cocks. She **** the memory of how much pleasure she had taken out of her mind as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel.

She would report what happened to Miss Calano. Report not only the multiple rapes, but Sandra's reaction to her cries for help.

Someone was going to pay, she told herself as she started to pull her uniform back on.