The journey home...

(This is the beginning of Used & Abused: The Katie Chronicles Ch. 02, which can be found at http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=314180)

In the twinkling of an eye, everything I had ever known had changed.

I lay trembling on my back, the warm, soft duvet folded around me as the events of the past four or five hours continued to swim through my thoughts. Around me my bedroom seemed vacant, distant...almost a little frightening. If things had ended where I thought they were going to end, I might have been able put them out of mind, at least for the evening. The gang-bang in the school biology lab had been raw, vicious...almost brutal. I had used words that I never thought I would hear coming out of my own mouth. I had submitted myself to something absolutely terrifying, but also something that was monumentally exciting at the same time. Little was I to know that the gang-bang was only the very beginning of a far more eventful night.

When it was all over and Denise, Todd and Mike had given me my last instructions for the following morning, they left me as quickly as they had arrived. The school was suddenly quiet and I was alone with my thoughts. I was still shaking—whether it was from excitement or from the multiple orgasms I had had I did not know. I waited until the last sounds disappeared into the distance, the giggling of that slut Denise and the deeper laughter of the two young men who had so violently used me throughout the past hour. Then, with the last clunk! of a door closing, all was silent.

I swallowed. The salty musk of semen still mixed with my saliva and I smiled. It had just been so fucking good. I never thought it could be so good. I scrambled to my feet and turned in a circle, dismay slowly giving way to horror as I realized that my clothes were absolutely shredded. Despite my protestations earlier, 1 had somehow thought that I would be able to put something together, some sort of outfit to cover me on my walk home. No such luck. What wasn't ripped into tiny little pieces was completely caked with sperm-juice.

Naked as the day I was born, I gathered up the remains of my clothing and cautiously opened the classroom door. The hallway was dark. I tiptoed over to a garbage bin in the corner and dumped the threads and tatters that used to be my clothing. Vaguely aware that it was unlikely that I was completely alone in the school—there was bound to be a janitor or two, or at the very least a security guard—I ducked into the boys' locker room—where my tormentors had originally sprung from—and turned on one of the showers. I let the warm mist spray over my body, washing away the thick, caked-on mass of saliva and semen. It was only when I stepped from the shower that I quickly became aware of the fact that there were no towels anywhere. The boys must have brought theirs with them, because there wasn't even a facecloth anywhere to be seen. Dripping wet, I stepped from the showers and tiptoed across the locker room, up to the main hallway door. I pushed it open a couple of inches and peered back out into the dark hallway. My eyes fell across the row of multi-coloured lockers and I suddenly smiled, remembering something. I now knew what to do. With renewed purpose I stepped into the hallway. The soft red from the exit sign glistened off my wet, naked body as I crept around the corner to the row of cubbyholes that the Grade Nines used in lieu of lockers when they had to take gym class.