The horror of room 8

As I pulled the hem of my dress down and tried to cleanse the image of my nearly naked body being violated by the hotel clerk out of my mind I was reminded that the main event was lying in wait for me by the jingle of the motel key for “room 8” that was dangling from my hand...

As I put the key into the door it opened to reveal a seedy motel room with one of my tormentors sitting on the bed...

“Well slut you’ve had a busy day haven’t you?? Come over here and let me see if you’ve followed my instructions carefully”

I walked over to him feeling butterfly’s in my stomach as he ran his hand up my thigh to check if my pussy was shaved and as he did he felt the faucet like wetness that had gathered in my skimpy panties... “my my we are awful wet... what a vile slut to get off on such torment”

As he said this he pulled my hands above my head and hooked them into a set of cuffs that were attached overhead leaving me unable to move or defend myself... I was getting used to this feeling of vulnerability as he ran his hands down my dress and reached the zipper to slide it off I noticed an adjoining door open and four other guys began to file into the room as my dress fell off revealing my body to them...

I’m not sure why I was surprised that there were more guys that just one... there eyes bugged out of there head as they lustfully stared at this coed clad in latex stockings opera gloves fuck me boots and stockings wearing only shiny thong panties with her dress hanging in two pieces off her body...

As if I didn’t have enough on my mind I felt the crack of a belt on my ass and searing scorching pain went through my body... I began to beg “please don’t beat me... I’ve done everything you asked... I’ve humiliated myself dressed like a whore I’ll blow you/dance for you/ whatever you want just don’t whip me agian.... please...please... as tears streamed down my face...