Rehab and relapse (destruction route)

<!--StartFragment-->Every single part of showering with ludicrously oversensitive hands and erogenous zones was hell. She wanted to weep when he explained what she had to do in order to reduce the sensitivity.

If she could prove she had tightened her holes back to what they used to be then her sensitivity would return to normal.

He had bought an extra small butt plug that he excessively lubed before she tried it. And in her pussy she needed to hold an inserted pencil for 5 minutes.

Every time she tried and failed she had to mentally relive the entire gangbang.

It took her 3 days and 29 failed attempts before the muscles in her battered fuckholes closed enough to succeed.

Tiffany laughed and cried at the same time at finally having her body back. She was able to touch things without experiencing intense psychic sexual trauma. The vibrations of the noises she made didn’t **** her further.

It was as close to happy as she had felt since her ordeal began.

Jimmy threw a cheerleader outfit at her and told her to move her ass to the car.

She recognize the logo on the shirt as the mascot of a collage from the next town over.

Jimmy had taken away her ability to understand everyone but him again, but even without it she knew what was about to happen.

She was behind a curtain looking at the football couch giving a speech to a massive assembled crowd. Jimmy made sure she knew what was coming.

All 102 members of the football team, including the bench warmers and alternates had been called in. She was about to be introduced to them as the head cheerleader from their bitter rival team. They were also being told she was the quarterbacks girlfriend and the couch daughter.

They were going to make an example of her before the big game that weekend.