after care

The night watch began.

Lisa had brought strong sleeping pills and lubricant with her. They **** a double dose down her throat and made sure she swallowed every last drop. For the next twenty-four hours the four of them took turns staying with her, never leaving her alone for a single second. Jan’s only condition had been that there had to be a plausible but also completely perverse story ready for Lisa when she woke up.

Twice she briefly came to and vomited thick ropes of cum. Each time they were right there — catching it in a bowl, wiping her face clean, and rinsing out her mouth. Silke even slipped a mint between her lips and gently wiped her teeth with a damp cloth. “Can’t have you waking up tasting like a glory hole, baby,” she whispered softly.

Slowly and carefully they let Lisa drift back toward consciousness.

Just before she was fully awake, Peter grabbed a thick black marker and wrote in big, filthy letters across her still slightly rounded belly:

“Best fuck ever”

“You were an absolute hammer”

“Who are you? How do I find you again?”

…and several more messages from “potential sex partners” — phone numbers, dirty compliments, and filthy promises.

Silke and Susi added dramatic, fake signatures underneath with big, swirling flourishes and giggled like schoolgirls.

Then they set up the camera on a tripod right in front of the bed and started a private livestream. All four of them joined anonymously and double-checked that everything was perfect.

Susi, the absolute bitch, pulled a small wired vibrator from her bag, thickly coated it with the cum still slowly leaking out of Lisa, and pushed it deep into her sloppy, ruined cunt. She set it to medium and let it buzz steadily.

“Position her properly,” Susi ordered. “I want her dripping pussy and her face nice and clear when she wakes up.”

Jan laughed and shook his head. “Nope. We still have to protect her identity, you animals.”

Everyone burst out laughing. Jan picked up the disgusting green mask — the one Silke had left soaking in fresh cum for hours. It was still heavy and dripping wet. He pressed it firmly back over Lisa’s face, pushing the sperm-soaked fabric tight against her skin.

The enormous load that had been inside her for twenty-four hours had now completely emptied onto the bed. The mattress was utterly ruined — a huge, sticky, half-dried lake of cum had soaked the sheets, the pillows, and even some old clothes the girls had thrown down because they thought they were ugly anyway. To make the insane mess look somewhat believable they scattered several empty yogurt cups all over the sheets and pillows. Right next to her they placed a large enema pump still filled with a disgusting mix of old cum and fresh yogurt. Then they fetched two of Lisa’s biggest, thickest dildos, dipped them deep in the fresh cum still slowly leaking from her holes, and placed the glistening toys right on the bed beside her.
Susi wasn’t satisfied yet. She picked up one of the thick dildos coated in cum and yogurt and laid it heavily across Lisa’s chest, pressing the sticky, glistening head right against her slightly parted lips. She scooped up some old, thicker cum from the ruined sheets and smeared it generously over Lisa’s lips and across her tongue. “Even if Silke doesn’t want you to wake up smelling like cum… I do,” she whispered with a wicked grin.

“Oh, almost forgot,” Susi said suddenly. She grabbed the 7,000€ receipt from the club and stuffed it into Lisa’s handbag with a wicked grin.

Then they quietly left the apartment.

All four of them leaned back in their chairs in front of their screens, waiting for her to wake up.

“Wake up time, cum-dump,” Susi purred into the stream. “The whole chat is watching.”

The four of them sat relaxed, eyes fixed on Lisa. The vibrator continued its steady buzz between her legs while the first soft, confused sounds of her waking filled the silent room.