Your identity is discovered, and so is theirs

You don't get a chance to protest as the bum keeps his lips locked on yours, giving an amazing display of suction for someone who couldn't possibly be in shape. He continues to maul your tits while the other guy takes his friend's place, positioning a large cock at your backside.

"Here, take the camera and keep filming," he says. Your eyes go wide, but a thrust later you've nearly forgotten the words as he blazes his way deep into you. Without any lube it's painful at first, but his friend's leaking come eases the way and the bum's dick pistons so fast it's embarrassing how hot he's made you. The immediate threat of orgasm wipes away the discomfort of having your asshole plundered.

As the bum bruises your tits the guy fucking you pull your long curly hair, yanking you backwards and up, much to your dismay. Below you the foul-mouth of the homeless man clamps down on your breast, making you yelp as he gives you a hickey high up in your cleavage.

But the horror of the mark is nothing compared to when they turn your face and you see two boys you know from school.

"Joy?!" the exclaim in unison.

"Tom. Jerry," you croak.

The three of you stare at each other; or rather, you stare at them in turn and they stare at you. From kindergarten to senior year you've mercilessly tormented them, using their names to make joke after joke, humiliating them at every opportunity. It didn't always make you feel very good, but they were firmly in the category of losers, while you were the queen of the school. It was practically your job to make their lives miserable.

Now they gave you feral grins while you suddenly felt like prey.