Max wakes up alone.

Max woke with a start, her eyes shooting open, her entire body tense ready for a fight. To her surprise she was alone, still naked but no longer bound to the bed. She rubbed her wrists as she sat up cautiously, still half expecting men to barge into the room and continue fucking her. They never came.

She groaned a dull throbbing pain coursed its way through her body. She was sore and exhausted, every muscle ached. Her clothes where piled on a nearby chair, what looked like a Polaroid picture sitting on top of them.

“Fuckers,” Max swore to herself as she looked at the picture. It was from last night, laying on her back she was eagerly sucking on one of the mans cock, her mouth surrounding him as cum dripped off her chin. Her cunt stuffed full of the other mans dick, her free leg wrapped around his back, a look of pure sanctification on her face.

Her face fell as she noticed there was writing on the pack of the picture. “see you soon,” she whispered to herself as she read the writing out loud. Angrily she crumpled the picture in her fist.

Grabbing what was left of her clothes she quickly got dressed. Her panties and bra were missing, and her pants had been ripped. She stuffed the picture into her jacket pocket before tying it around her waste to cover the rip in her pants that let her ass hang out. She made her way out of the building and began to make her way back home.