A day of rest

Penny stayed in bed most of the day, Thursday. She snacked on noodles and eggs when she woke up in the afternoon. She was too emotionally drained to eat a lot, although her head felt clearer after some sleep.

She wore a t-shirt and shorts under her bathrobe even though she knew she was alone, with the windows covered.

She finally got some porn time when she went back to bed. There were plenty of new ideas for her there, yet too many of them reminded her of her horrible night. She played with her tits like some actresses did, but it didn't feel as good as her own amateur attempts--maybe because her breasts were too small. She tried to touch her pussy a bit, but her pussy lips were lightly bruised and she had trouble being gentle enough. She licked her finger and teased her butthole, but it reminded her of Seb grinding against her.

Shit, shit, shit. Shit! You sons of bitches ruined everything!

Crying.

Frustration.

Sleep.

When she woke up, she tried again.

This time she stumbled onto some new fetishes. Men in pain, cock-and-ball ****, sounding, sissification, and various forms of femdom.

She tried to play with herself gently, and this time the porn helped a little. It also made things all the more frustrating when she couldn't get near a climax.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck shit fuck shit fuck dorp fucking ass!

She could alter reality, but she couldn't even get herself off any more.

The world was pure shit.

After a little more snacking, Penny went back to bed. She slept through her father's return, and he didn't try to wake her.