Elisabeth's Day

Elisabeth put her swimsuit on and covered it with a large, oversized tee. She put on some flip-flops. She went to the front desk and put the other room and all ancillaries on her tab. She then went to the pool. She signed a couple of autographs along the way and was happy no one said anything about how she looked when she was in the hall with cum and piss on her earlier,

As she lay out and applied sunscreen, she mentally berated herself. "Of all the fucking fetishes I could have, why do I get off on being degraded like a worthless whore?! Why can't I just be into bondage or dressing up like a cheerleader or something fairly normal!

She lazed around the pool for a while. She saw one of the men who fucked her earlier. He smiled and nodded and even sent her a drink: a Pina Collada.

After hanging by the pool, Elisabeth went to the fitness room to work off some stress. She had lunch alone then went to her room and paced around. She could not help thinking about how turned on she was during her humiliation and rough sex, and like always, she was conflicted between being an independent feminist and her secret fetish for being treated like a worthless slut.

As seven o'clock neared, she dressed in the ridiculous outfit the men gave her. She looked like a cheap bimbo hooker.

She did her best to sneak back to the room, and at 7:00 she was let in. She saw five naked, muscular well-hung men in the room. She swallowed hard.

"Welcome, slut!" One of the men took her photo.