You decide to go to the police

After Margaret left, you spent a good few minutes just sitting there on the beach, dazed. Your mind was struggling to grasp everything that had happened today – how utterly powerless you were to resist this older woman. How violently she had **** you, and how much she had clearly enjoyed doing so. And it was **** – Margaret had molested, abused, emasculated you all for her own pleasure, and you were helpless to stop her.

You felt angry, hurt and humiliated, but also a little bit – ashamed. Of course you didn't enjoy yourself; it was one of the most painful, degrading experiences of your life. But your mind kept wandering back to those involuntary, impotent orgasms that Margaret tore out of you.

You shook your head.

Angrily, through a stream of tears, you decided you had to do something. You may not have had her full details, but a first name and a physical description would be plenty for the police to get a case started.

As soon as your muscles started responding again, you painfully stood up. Shivering, you felt keenly aware of every bruise Margaret had so gleefully inflicted on you, both from the inside and out. You staggered over to the sea and tried to wash the crusty mix of piss, semen, pubes and spit off of you as best you could.

You had a rough mental map of the city, and were pretty sure you had an idea of where to find the police station. Luckily, it wasn't too far way from here. At least, you could get there far quicker than you would be able to get home – and they'd most likely have some clothes for you at the station, as well.

Unfortunately, it would still require taking a bus to get there.

Slowly, you made your way over to the bus stop near the beach, covering your private parts with your hands and praying intensely not to cross anyone on the way.

Luckily, you didn't, and the bus stop was deserted as well. You stood there, shivering in the night breeze, waiting for the bus to come, nervously looking around you, constantly on the look-out for any people.

Before you had any real time to formulate an explanation to the bus driver, however, the bus pulled up. As you watched the doors swing open, your heart sank. You had hoped, and almost assumed, that the bus would be empty at this time of night. That way, you would have only had to deal with your embarrasment with respects to the bus driver.

It was not to be.

The bus was filled to bursting with what was clearly the remains of a sorority party making their way home. Half a dozen extremely drunk, loud and belligerent college girls were partying in the back of the bus.

The driver was a tall, obese, strong-looking white woman in her fifties, her scarlet-dyed hair tied back tightly in a bun. A cigarette stub hung loosely from her plump, ruby lips. Clearly exhausted from dealing with her current passengers, she welcomed the distraction and raised a single eyebrow as she peered over your naked, shivering form. She took her time taking in the sight, too, not bothering to hide her enjoyment of what she was seeing.

Then, in a low, raspy voice, she barked:

“You just gonna stand there and test my patience, kid? Get the hell in already.”

Clearly, she didn't particularly care about your lack of clothes or even the clear signs of molestation that were all over you. It's almost like boys in your state were a common enough occurrence for her to just take it in stride. With a sigh, you realized they probably were these days.

Conflicted and terrified of presenting yourself to these rowdy college girls, you nevertheless trembled at the alternative: This was the last bus for at least a few hours, and you didn't relish the idea of catching pneumonia or the statistical certainty of running into some violent, futa hobo **** gang if you stayed in one spot for so long.

You took a deep breath and tried to steady yourself. At least it was only a ten minute ride.

You stepped in the bus and the doors swooshed closed behind you.

Immediately, a silence descended upon the previously deafening noise inside the bus. Red in the face, keenly avoiding all the eyes on you, you surreptitiously squeezed yourself into a single seat as far to the front of the bus as you could find.

Shivering, you kept your eyes closed and prayed for an uneventful ride.