Withdrawl.

With the week now over I awoke to the warm feeling of a night well spent basking in orgasmic pleasure. But unlike the days before I had nothing before me for the day. Saturday was usually the day I took to myself, where I relaxed and rested, maybe spent some time with my family. However this week had irrevocably changed my life and now, the realization that I wasn't going to be abused and humiliated today filled me with a sense of emptiness and disappointment. I rolled over in bed and brought out my phone once more. There it was again, the picture of me, on my knees, my hair wet, from the spit of countless of my school mates, my face, breasts, and body coated in the thin white veneer that came with semen. A puddle of various fluids on the ground between my legs. I couldn't help myself, and my fingers slipped into my body, for another early morning orgasm.

My shower was irritating, the feeling of my orgasm lingered, but my body craved more. The orgasms brought on by my own hands were simply not enough for me anymore. I tried once more to get myself off in the shower, but the pleasure just wasn't there. That tight excitement that filled my chest as I was bent and abused before Steve and his goons was euphoric, and the loss of that feeling even for a day, left me feeling empty. Breakfast was a quiet, and empty ordeal, for a brief moment I thought I could taste the semen from the day before in the first bite of my food, but I was wrong, and from there on the meal was disappointing.

My parents were out for the day, so I moved to watch some television, but even my favorite shows all felt boring. Each moment felt slow, and unreal, which made the shows impossible to watch. I attempted to play a game, or watch some anime, and again, every step of the way I was just bored. So eventually I found myself back in my room on my laptop watching humiliation and degradation porn. It was wonderful, it was almost the exact thing I needed, but once more the feeling just wasn't intense enough. I found myself shivering with need and frustration on my bed, and all I could think about were Steve and his friends. How they'd humiliated and beaten Max at my request, how they'd stripped me and touched me. How Steve had fingered me in the back of the classes we shared. All of it came flooding back.

And then I came, it was blissful it was wonderful, it was everything I was needing, but then I glanced at the clock and it was already 12:30. My stomach let out a growl and I moved to prepare lunch. Irritated that I'd need to be interrupted in order to actually eat. I made myself a sandwich, something quick and easy. And went back to my bedroom once I'd finished eating it, where I stripped and once more began to think about Steve and his gang. It was while I was doing this, that my phone buzzed. I rolled over to see what it was a sense of frustration filling me. But perked up at the name.

Alex had texted me. I shivered, that same feeling of excitement building once more in my chest, that tight feeling like my heart was hammering against a wall. I unlocked my phone and read his message.

"Whore. Steve and I are going to the movie theater tonight at 8. Be there or the photo goes to everyone." I shivered. I have to go, they'll send the photo if I don't... and I need to... I need them to get me off... I just can't do it on my own any more. I shivered as I responded quickly.

"I'll be there." There was a brief pause.

"No underwear." I nearly came as I received the message. This was it, this was exactly what I had been craving, what I'd needed all morning but couldn't have. I was **** to have them. To cum from what they were sure to do to me. My anticipation began to grow, and never once did it dip.

The next few hours were their own kind of hell my desire to be used by Steve was at it's peak but Alex had sent me a message around 1 pm. I had 7 agonizing hours to wait before I'd get to feel their hands on my body, before I'd get to be used and humiliated. My pussy was so wet it was leaking, any thoughts of Max had left my head for the day. I was so focused on the upcoming event I went back up to my bedroom and changed from my clothes to a skirt and an extremely tight top. My underwear gone I lay back on my bed and once more buried my fingers inside of myself this time in anticipation of what was to come.

When that wasn't satisfying enough any longer I rolled once more out of bed, it was now 4 pm and I still had to somehow wait for four hours before meeting with Steve and Alex. My body was burning with need, with desire, with want. I lay on my bed frustrated and irritated. I'd not cum enough I wanted more. I turned over and punched my fists against my pillow. Angry that I'd not be getting what I needed for another four hours. I rolled over and looked at the clock, only two minutes had passed. I frowned, got up and once more attempted to pass the time.