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Chapter 13 by xmare xmare

What's next?

What could possibly happen in the bathroom?

He dragged her, uncaringly to the first open stall. He closed it behind her and stepped back, looking at her as if calculating something.

Lilybeth appeared to wait patiently, as if she had a choice, while he arranged her legs around him and undid his pants.

'No! No! This can't--! Fuck!' She screamed in her head, watching what was about to happen to her as his erect cock sprang free from his pants. She felt her weight being lifted by his grip on her waist and felt herself being lowered down onto his cock. Having never been penetrated before, and under the influence of whatever spell this is, Lilybeth almost went blind from the shock and pleasure of him entering her.

He fucked her standing, moving her up and down on his cock. It took him just minutes to finish inside her, by which time he tidied himself as best as he could and left to rejoin the club.

Lilybeth was left sitting on the toilet, legs and arms spread, exposing herself to anyone who walked past the open stall, and would have begged for him to at least close the door behind him to reduce how inviting she must have looked. She stayed there, disgusted at being used in this way and reminded constantly of what she wanted to forget by the occasional dripping sensation of what he'd deposited into her onto the washroom floor.

It didn't take long for her next user to appear. She watched him walk past the stall and do a double-take, returning moments later with a confused look on his face. He looked nervous as he closed the stall door behind him. He astutely noticed that she had been recently used, and to her surprise, it didn't put him off. She discovered his plan quickly as with some squeaking against the stall door, he flipped her upside down effortlessly, leaving her face smushed against his crotch.

She would have wretched from the sweaty smell as he opened his pants and brought his cock out. After a few strokes from him, rubbing against her frozen inflated face thanks to the lack of space in the toilet stall, he was hard, and shoved himself into her mouth. Once again, she found herself being used as a sex toy: nothing made her feel like an object like the fact it was so easy to move her whole weightless body around for a quick fuck.

She hated how much she was being made to enjoy this feeling. Just as she was approaching something she guessed was an orgasm, the guy unceremoniously finished in and around her mouth. He tried to clean himself up and left himself. Men are disgusting, she thought to herself.

She was left in the stall, now dripping from two defiled holes for about an hour until club staff finally found her.

"Disgusting," he said, putting sanitary gloves on.

She couldn't help but be offended at his words and treatment, even though she agreed, being the object in question. She felt him tug her out of the stall and felt her back rub against the cold, grimy floor of the washroom. He flipped her onto her side and reached for something on her back.

She felt herself go limp, flopping onto the floor as he deflated her. She had the freakish sensation of being bundled up as he put her into a bag and carried her out to the dumpster out back where she was left to think about what had happened to her.

What's next?

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