Try to pull yourself together

After they leave you lay sprawled and ravished on the bed, your heart hammering inside you, your mind awash with shame and excitement. You've never experienced orgasms like that before, and aren't even sure whether it was just one long spasm of ecstasy or a series of them. Your body seems to tingle at every pore, at every nerve ending, and for the moment you are content to lay still, breathing deeply and letting your heart return to normal.

You feel scared of what happened, and scared of what might happen. You have little doubt that whether they circulate the video of you or not, the story will be told, and you know that you will be the subject of knowing looks and speculative gossip for weeks, possibly months to come. Perhaps for the rest of your college career.

"If only you could control your desire to tease," you scold yourself. "You just can't help showing off your body and flaunting it at men, can you Lisa? Well, look what that got you." Your eyes start to well with tears at your degradation, even as part of your mind happily relives every cock that plunged into you, violated you, and filled you with seed.

You're telling yourself to get up and clean yourself up, when you hear the door open again. Your head snaps around, thinking its Chad and his buddies coming back for more, but you see the strong handsome features of one of the football players looking in at you.

"They weren't kidding," he says over his shoulder. "She's in here." He steps into the room, quickly followed by the other players. You gasp and turn on your side, intending to swing your legs to floor and get up, but they surround the bed and look down on you with hungry lust.

You look up at them, seeing your fate in their faces, and feeling terrified and oh so very excited and aroused.