Slow realisations

Your mind slowly swims up to consciousness, slowly become aware that you are laying on your back and someone, or someones are cleaning you with a warm wet cloth. You moan softly, becoming aware of the aches in your body, the soreness of your pussy and ass, and the warm liquid pleasure of repeated orgasms.

"You awake Lisa?" a voice asks, slowly cutting through the haze of your mind. You shake your head slowly, trying to clear it and focus on what is happening.

"Come on girl!" another voice says. "Get with the program!" You try to **** your eyes open and look up, seeing a face slowly come into focus.

Steph. Your friend Steph looks down at you with worried eyes.

"Where.....where...." you murmur.

"Back at your apartment," Brianna's voice snaps. "We sure as fuck couldn't leave you there. Not after the performance you put on."

"Don't be a bitch Brianna," Steph says. "Not now. You ok girl?" She washes your face with the warm cloth, and the memories start to flood back.

Fucked senseless. Fucked over and over and over again in every hole. Begging for cocks and sucking them greedily as others impaled you. Screaming for more as your incandescent orgasms ravaged you body.

As people watched.

As people took pictures.

As people filmed you.

With a moan of despair you start to cry.