A shameful display

Blue didn't hold back when he assaulted you, and your holes are sore and aching, your ass for being slammed into by a large cock, and although you'd never admit it, your pussy is aching to be filled again by his cock. For a brief moment, you think to yourself "I should've just let him cum in me" but you immediately shake the thought, even if it's what your body is telling you.

You try to stand but can't, your legs are too weak from the beating your ass took, so you can't even all of your clothes back on, only your shirt. You grab your things and are **** to crawl back into town on all fours. It doesn't take long for people to notice the nearly completely naked girl crawling around.

You're trying your best to make it home, fully aware that your large ass is up in the air as you crawl, with cum leaking out of your throbbing anus. You aren't looking at them, but you know that the people in town are turned on by the display. You get home, knock on the door, crying the entire time. Your mother opens the door to find her daughter in this state. You look up expecting to see pity, the one person in the town who would show you kindness in this situation... And all you see is a face of disgust.

She lets you in, scowling the entire time. You crawl to the middle of the living room and collapse, weeping like a small child. Your mother hasn't said a word, but in her mind she's losing it; "it hasn't even been half an hour, what in the fuck", "look at her ass! She got anally fucked like a **** whore, what is wrong with her"? You hear the door behind you slam shut, your mother has left, you're unsure of where she's going.

In the meantime, you pick yourself up using the stair railing as support, and get your way to the bathroom, taking the world's saddest shower, you try scooping the cum of your childhood bully and now **** from your ass, but to no avail. You get out of the shower, put on a tight shirt with a PokeBall design on it, And some tight leggings, needing to cover your skin up as much as possible after what's happened. "I won't let this end my journey" you think to yourself. But you're about to learn that some things are out of your control...

You lay in your bed, unable to get your mind off of what happened. You notice that your hand has slowly drifted toward your pussy, "why, why, why" "I hate this" is what goes through your mind, but your wet pussy tells a different story. In the middle of this crisis you're having, you hear the door downstairs open, you walk downstairs, hoping that what walks through that door won't make this day any worse...