Inspection and clean up first

Despite the exertions, Nancy was able to unwrap the telephone cord around her ankles, and with some effort, gathered the keys and unlocked the cuffs from behind her back. Fully unshackled, she spat out her shield and tried to rush to the door to lock it, only for her body to betray her through exhaustion, her knees buckling and succumbing to just crawling across the room.

Reaching the door and flicking the latch to locked, Nancy needed to sort herself out and get out of there as soon as possible. Now standing on shaky legs, she stumbled to the bathroom, turning the light on and stared shocked at her mirror reflection.

Ignoring the sperm plastered over her face, Nancy's hair was a matted mess from being used to pull her from pillar to post and used to mop up all their bodily fluids, her mascara had run down her cheeks, the whore lipstick had smeared all over her mouth, she'd got carpet burn on her left cheek from being **** down. The "CUM" lipstick sign imblazened on her forehead had smeared somewhat, though still readable."DUMPSTER" was as clear as ever.

Nancy ran her hands across her body, surveying the damage. The chafe marks from the belt were still red and inflamed around her neck. Nancy's tits felt slightly bruised, though thankfully no markings. Her bald pussy looked sore, though as she grazed her fingers across it, felt only over stimulated, further evidence that her body had enjoyed the **** she'd taken over the last hour.

She turned around and craned her neck to assess her back, buttocks and asshole. Bruises were starting to form from the fight, her cheeks had a pink hue, thankfully no blood. Spreading her cheeks apart, her sphincter was still gaping but looked surprising intact otherwise.

As curiousity got the better if Nancy, her index finger inched torwards her hole to confirm its condition, pleasure sparks were elicited within her and she immediately recoiled her hand.

Nancy scanned the bathroom, looking for shower gel or shampoo bottles, but only found a dispenser next to the shower. Thankfully there was a couple of towels, though each barely big enough to wrap around, with the poorest of thread counts.

Turning on the shower and finding the right temperature, Nancy stepped into the shower cubicle and shut the screen. The overhead jets cascaded over her head and body, warming and relaxing her somewhat. Using the soap on her face, she was relieved that the lipstick marks were able to be scrubbed away. Soaping up her hair, Nancy tried scrubbing the rest of her body.

While 'CUMDUMPSTER' was written with the same lipstick, it proved a little more resistant to coming off. Additionally, the more rubbing, the more her body reacted to her ministrations. Nancy's hands seemed to have a mind of their own as she found herself not washing her breasts, but massaging them. The stubborn stains required additional soap, making her increasingly slippery.

Nancy's eyes closed as the sensations took over her body, the warm shower water cascading over her body. A small moan escaped her lips as the fingers or her right hand started traveling South, finding her sensitive pussy lips and her still erect clit.

Her eyes shot open and stopped what she was doing as the realisation of what had occurred over the last hour kicked in. Staring in the mirror, she mentally shook herself out of her haze and rinsed off.

Stepping out of the shower, wrapping herself in the cheap towels and wiping away the steam from the mirror, Nancy inspected her make up free face closely. She'd need to use some concealer to hide the carpet burn on her cheek, but with a turtle neck top, she should be able to hide the rest of the marks.

Nancy's dried off as best she could, collected her belongings and got dressed. Still feeling damp, inside and out, she stiffled a sob and rushed outside to the car and drove.