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A Wet Walk Home

By: abbeynat



First Year of college was proving far more stressful for Jane than she could ever have imagined. She was beginning to discover a dark side to her needs, although still felt the need to escape the tormentor forcing her discovery.

Jane ran down the corridor hoping, this time, to avoid getting caught. Turning toward the back fire exit she collided into Beth.

"Going somewhere?" Beth asked with her little clique behind her. Jane's heart sank as she prepared for another evening of abuse.

"Nowhere, am ... I was looking for you."

"Bullshit, you were running away. Haven't you learnt who's in charge yet, slut?"

For months now the game of cat and mouse had been their routine. It started in the locker room after a late lecture when Jane had been slow to change. This left her alone with Beth's group.

They decided Jane hadn't done a good enough job of washing herself. They dragged her back under the water in her underwear and took turns scrubbing her clean.

Beth and her group remained dressed while Jane's sodden undergarments were slowly discarded. She walked home, bra and panties stolen, with the feeling of their hands still groping and penetrating her body.

Two days later they found her in a toilet during lunch and took turns using her tongue to elicit quick little yelps and an orgasm each.

Sometimes they liked to strip her naked and each toy with either a clit or nipple. They'd Work her up without allowing a release, calling her a slut or a fuck toy.

They would force her to speak about being their property and that they could do what they wanted with her body. They made her admit she liked being molested and stripped and humiliated. 

Then they would eventually make her climax while defiling her, pissing on her hair or chest, dunking her in the toilet or tipping the contents of a bin over her.

Other times they would simple humiliate her in front of others. Like stripping her and throwing her into the boy's locker room or toilets. 

The second time she got tied to the urinal and covered in twelve loads of cum. The guys wanking over her helpless nude body.

This was the routine they played out every few days, trap her use her and disappear.

"I'm really sorry Beth I didn't think..."

"Shut up slut and address me properly!"

"Sorry miss, I didn't mean to."

"Enough! Apologise with your tongue." Beth's eyes pointing down to where she held her skirt up, revealing a sheer pair of black panties. 

Jane slumped down to her hands and knees, slid the briefs off and revealed the all too familiar pair of lips. 

She leaned in, licked up the length of Beth's opening and parting into its top.

"That's it slut, nice and slow." Her hands grabbing clumps Jane's hair to give direction and instruction. 

Her will had been broken long ago, so she relaxed into the job painting her face with a mix of saliva and Beth's musky dew. 

By the time Beth climaxed a torrent was flowing across Jane's mouth and nose, over her chin, down her neck and between her budding breasts. 

Beth wiped her pussy off with the brownish red hair she held in her hand.

"Thanks Slut that was just what I needed."

Jane knew better than to get up. Beth's henchwomen hadn't had their turns yet, but no one else had moved. Beth could see the wet eyed face of puzzlement looking up. 

"No they'll get a go later, first I intend to punish you for forgetting your place."

Sara and Emily grabbed an arm each and pre-empted any notion of running. The trio made its way down the corridor with Beth following. 

"Back to where it all started," she informed them. The journey to the locker room showers was short and, with only the custodial staff left in the College, without interruption. 

Picking up a plastic chair along the way Beth was able to block the only exit from the communal shower. She sat with Sara and Emily on either side and Jane slumped upon her butt before them. 

Her clothes, ruffled and unfurled by the manhandling, displayed her white flower print panties which she was no longer inclined to fix.

"Strip off the skirt," barked Sara. A smile spread across Emily's face as Jane unzipped her skirt and slipped it off her legs.

"Panties too." 

Each garment was collected by Emily and handed to Beth. She took the childish panties holding the waistband by finger and thumb and inspected the gusset. 

"Slut-juice soaked again," she declared. "You love being my slave don't ya?"

Still splayed on her rump Jane looked up, her face hidden by hair she displayed her pussy that was shaved bare as ordered. 

"Yes miss this slut's pussy drips for her mistress."

Giggles escape Sara and Emily. 

"Show us those tiny titties of yours." This time Emily directed Jane's self-exposure. 

Sitting forward Jane undid her college tie, and unbuttoned the shirt. 

A similar but unmatched bra hid her last areas of modesty, her pale skin goose pimpled from her socks to her cheeks. 

Socks shoes and bra relinquished, Jane was then taken to be drenched in cold water. 

They then tied her to the chair. Her wrists and ankles secured to its legs, her butt cheeks mooning the room and pussy peeking out below.

"You'll remember from now on, this belongs to me," Beth commanded, slapping her hand onto Jane's upper thigh and groping into her mound.

"When you're not in class you come find me. After lectures you come here." Another slap, this time onto the wet lips of Jane's helpless pussy. It produced a yelping cry from her other lips.

"Ok Girls have fun but don't mark her permanently." 

Looking back, as Beth walked out of the locker room she saw Emily lifting a ruler and begin swatting Jane's ass. 

Behind, Sara was already stuffing her pussy over Jane's face. Grinding up and down Sara squeaked in delight over her captive's face.

Yelps and shouts, partially cut off by the suction of a wet snatch escaped Jane's mouth as Emily slapped the ruler down on each buttock cheek. 

A per-longed moan from Jane took Sara's attention away from her building orgasm. See watched a bored Emily try to penetrate Jane with one of her own shoes. 

The tight entrance refused to allow any more than a few inches of the round toe.

Emily returned to slapping the ruler on her buttocks as the shoe was expelled slowly.

"Bad pussy, naughty pussy, tight pussy!" She yelled, until out it popped and allowed the slaps to rain down upon the swollen pussy opening. 

The vibrations of each spank seemed to work through Jane and into Sara as it tipped her into climatic spasm.

Quickly swapping with Emily, Sara's gentle stroking and probing soon had Jane on the verge of beating Emily to it. Sadistically, though, she was never allowed to get off. 

Soon Emily had her fill. Both girls rearranged themselves and headed home.

 They left Jane there red assed and obviously aroused, with only her college tie and regulation socks, for any lucky janitor to find. 

The note left in permanent marker on her exposed ass read...

*Please fuck this slut before you untie it!*

When Juan found her, an hour later, he decided not to risk it but felt as she was blind folded with a college tie he could afford a little feel.

Her soft round ass was perfect and demanded a few slaps.

Rubbing around her folds he could feel it moist and open. A probing thumb was encouraged further when she groaned and clamped upon his digit. 

It all became too much for him. Her bald pussy was dripping down her legs and demanded a little taste. 

Two fingers pumped her while he lapped the engorged clit and produced a new flood. He was aching now to be in her tight hole and decided "fuck it." 

Zipping open, his dick sprung free from his trousers. Twitching with eagerness he plunged straight in. 

"You like that little one, don't you?"

Jane could only mumble muffled cries through her sock gag, pleading for the rape to stop. She prayed that this wouldn't be how she'd truly lost her virginity and that someone would come and save her.

"Oh fuck yeah ya little bitch, you're fucking loving it. You wee tramp!"

He could feel himself getting close already.

He gripped her ass tight as the fucking stopped with three slow hard pumps.

Then she felt him empty inside her. Slipping out he quickly zipped up and looked about the room. Still empty and silent apart from her moans he looked back to her abused behind.

His seed was seeping from her puffy red pussy; he wiped it away with his cloth duster.

"So you need a hand honey or is someone coming back later?" he asked, leaning over to pull out the damp sock in Jane's mouth.

Gasping in air at first and relieving a cramped jaw, Jane took a moment to speak

"Yes, please can you untie me?"

"Ok honey," Juan said while cutting the binds with his knife. "I gotta say you're one great lay, thanks for that."

Jane's eyes flitted from the knife in his hand, up to her rapist's eyes and then down avoiding further contact. 

"Umm thanks, I guess."

"So you and your boyfriend into some kinky S&M thing then?"

"Something like that, yeah."

"Well anytime you want more just let me know." With that the boiler suited man left her, unaware he had taken her innocence by force and left her deflowered and without clothes.

A quick search of the room was successful but disappointing. She found a thin white vest top and grey mini skirt so wouldn't have to streak home but would likely flash most of the town. No luck with shoes or underwear and with only one wet sock she would be bare footing it home. 

 2The Long walk home.

 It was a mild June evening but in so few clothes Jane felt a bite of the cold. The thin material of her vest top displayed the result immediately as her nipples stood out hard.

The sky was beginning to darken so it was only going to get colder; Jane had to think this out.

Too far and sore to walk home, no money for bus or taxi and no phone for help. 

An idea emerged but immediately caused her stomach to twirl. Beth lived near the college.

"Fuck that, I'll limp home." Jane defiantly marched on. 

The flashes of cold on her neck signalled a new low for Jane as the sky began to drip on her. At first light then into proper rain Jane was left with no other options. 

She turned and dashed across the road. As she approached, Jane could see her reflection in the shop window. 

The rain had quickly saturated her top making it all but invisible and her pink nipples plane to see. Her skirt was not too bad, clinging skin tight about her groin and butt. 

Coupled with her sodded hair, soaked legs and feet Jane was quite the drenched mess.

Passers-by, focused on their umbrellas and dashing through the rain, only noticing her state as they got close. 

One or two whistles and gasps got expressed. 

Pausing in a door way out of the rain Jane hugged her chest to retain some dignity. 

A stranger passed slowly looking her long legs up and down than reappeared moments later for a second look. After a pause and joined her under the shelter.

"Weren't expecting rain then?" He asked, now focusing on her skirt.

Jane gave a half-hearted nod and smile as answer while tugging her skirt down a bit. 

He stepped closer as if to whisper something. Jane backed towards the door.

"I see you forgot your shoes."

"Umhmm," see replied.

"And no bra strap so..." His body less than an inch away pinned Jane against the door with a feeling of warmth against her backside. "What about panties, you going full commando in this weather?" 

Jane felt the warmth squeeze her cheek and realised the pervert was grabbing her ass.

"Jesus. Get off me!" She squealed trying to barge him away and failing. 

His other hand worked its way between her arms, under her top and between her breasts.

"I like little tits. More'n a hand full's a waste," he stated emphasising the word handful by roughly squeezing her tit.

The other Hand made its way down her backside and up to explore her abused pussy from behind.

"Stop please. Somebody help!" Jane pleaded the passing world as her skirt was sent sliding down her bare legs and onto of her feet. 

Jane's Prayers were answered as someone approached.

"Help get him off me," she called, looking and pleading the newcomer to quickly stop her attack.

The stranger closed in and Jane saw he had his penis out.

"Hurry up Griff I want a go."

The new comer raised her top as far as her arms would allow, exposing each pointed nipple.

"Fuck no, please stop this," she pleaded.

Griff, now probing front and back, fingered both her holes. He followed up with a switch over from digit to rigid member. 

Being easley lifting up and onto the cock, Jane felt her skirt fall away while newcomer finished wrestling her soaked vest over her head.

Griff forced his sickly tongue into her mouth. Now with a cock buried in her cunt and one of their fingers jammed in her ass, all her precious holes were stuffed. 

Moving around her, Mr Newcomer now positioned himself to bugger her virgin ass.

Jane's muffled pleading to leave her ass alone was ignored.

A pressure built upon her sphincter and then released. Some moistened fingers worked to loosen the area. 

Griff was getting hot and heavy, breaking the lip lock and allowing her to plead for her ass.

"Please I'm too tight you'll rip my bum apart."

"Take my spunk ya filfty fucking bitch!" Commanded Griff. "There you go cum slut take my load."

Griff's load splashed Jane's insides while she franticly tried to stop her imminent buggery.

"It's no good, bitch is too tight," came the conclusion from behind 

She was tipped forward as the flaccid cock slipping out of her pussy was replaced with the rigid one from behind. 

Some panic now relieved, Jane assessed the situation. She was being kissed and fondled by Griff and getting doggy styled by the failed buggerer. 

Whispering in her ear signalled the end in sight.

"So, you a cum dump? Then here's some more baby juice to swell your belly." 

Jane shuddered as a third man emptied into her, in as many hours.

Jane paused a second or two before she opened her eyes, the door way is clear.

Hatefully Jane had to pull the soaked vest on again after ringing it out. She then slipped on her skirt easing it back up and over the slimy seed leaking out of her body.

"Are you OK?" someone asked. Fearing they were back Jane ran, without hesitation, into the rain again. 

Soaked, Jane streaked off down the road. Her butt cheeks hanging out the top of her skirt, breasts visible through her vest and bare feet splashing the puddles as they slapped into the wet pavement. 

All thought to cover up gone as passer-by after passer-by was treated to glimpses of her nipples and played peekaboo with her pussy.

Her feet, now numbed by the cold, allowed for a quick dash toward Beth's house, a flat just off the high street.

3The Good Samaritan.

Huddled by the buzzer Jane waited for a response on the intercom. Another ring but no reply.

"God dam it," She exclaimed. "Where are you?" 

Moments ticked by and Jane shivered, unable to think beyond getting inside this building to warmth.

The door suddenly opened and relief washed over her.

"Oh thank god." But it wasn't Beth coming out. 

A young couple were startled by the half-naked girl freezing on the footpath.

"Christ, are you all right?" The tall dark haired woman asked.

"I got caught in the rain and a friend lives here but there's no answer."

"I see. Honey we can't leave her like that we've gotta bring her inside," she said to her male friend.

"Yes, of course. Come with us love we'll get you warmed up."

"Thank you so much," Jane smiled. Following the couple into the warm hall they went up the stairs. 

Bill and Norma lived on the second floor where Jane happily accepted a hot coffee and big warm towel. 

Her shivers lessened by the end of the coffee and Jane could again feel her arms and fingers. 

Watching Jane wiggling life back into her toes, Bill laughed.

"Never a good idea to go bare foot even in good weather," he said.

"Someone stole my things while I was getting changed. Now I'm trying to get home."

"Jesus I don't know how I'd cope if that happened to me, you're not having a good day."

"Yeah I've definitely had better."

"Well why don't you get warmed up in the shower and I'll tumble dry your things. Then I can sort you out with a lift home," he offered. Norma nodded in agreement beside him.

"Thank you I think I will."

Stepping into to warmth of the shower it began to radiate her whole body. 

Norma Knocked and entered.

"Just getting your wet things."

"Ok."

"I'm heading to work now but Bill will give you a lift back once these are dry."

"Right-e-oh. Listen thanks again for everything Norma."

"Not a problem honey. Feel better."

At the apartment door Bill said goodbye to Norma. He then picked up Jane's things to dry and was shocked to find no underwear at all. He laughed and shook his head. 

As the machine started up he could hear the water stop in the shower. Switching on the kettle Bill made another round of coffees.

Jane found another towel and wrapped herself. Not sure what else to do she sheepishly headed back into the kitchenette living room.

"How was that?" Bill asked

"Fantastic."

He handed her another coffee and sat. Jane took a seat on the couch beside his chair and looked out the window. Rain still drummed the panes.

"No sign of let up," she stated.

"Nope. Quite the state you've gotten into"

"Yeah," she laughed

"Stolen shoes, soaked to the skin and barely a stitch of clothes on you."

"hmm," Jane said, unsure of his meaning. 

"Not many items in the dryer," he nodded toward the kitchen.

"Oh yeah, stole my shoes, socks and all."

"And the graffiti?"

"Graffiti?" she asked, puzzled.

"On your backside, in permanent marker."

Jane blushed. She'd completely forgotten and now wondered if it was still there after the shower.

"Do you know what it says?" he asked.

"Am... no that's ok. It was just a joke."

"Please fuck this slut!" He calmly stated. Jane was taken aback by his words, shocked he would bring it up. "So I thought while we had the time I'd take you up on the offer."

"What? No, that's not going to happen." she replied smiling nervously and setting down her drink. 

Bill reached over and slowly but determinately took hold of her towel and pulled it open. 

"Wait. Hold on what are you doing?" She screeched trying to keep hold of the towel. He flung it from her and away, took her by the back of the neck and pulled her over his knee. Now he could read the whole note.

"Please fuck this Slut before you untie it," he read.

"No please...... stop this please," she pleaded from her prone position. She felt one hand holding her head down while the other rubbed over her graffitied rump "oh god no, not again"

"What do you mean not again?"

"Please just let me go." 

SLAP.

"What do you mean, not again?"

"I was stripped in college," she cried. "Then tied up with this scrawled on me. I was left for the janitor to find which he did then he raped me." She could feel him getting hard as she told him her story. Tears began to fall. "Please don't rape me too."

SLAP.

"Continue!"

"Ahhgh ahh haa, I couldn't find my clothes so I got those things but it started raining so I ran to shelter." His rubbing moved down and into her pussy. "Nooo," she whimpered. 

"Go on," he commanded.

"Everyone was staring at me so I hid in a door way then a man grabbed me. He and another man rapped me there in the street, in the rain. Then I ran and ran and came here." 

Crying into his leg now Jane held on tightly.

"Do you know how wet you are? Here," he said dropping his hand down to her face and flooding her nose with her own sent. "Taste it!"

He forced his fingers into her mouth. Jane was accustomed to her taste but this had a mixture of three men's semen as well. She licked it submissively as she was becoming all too accustomed to.


A Wet Walk Home Ch. 02



It's non-consent so it'll be a bit rapey etc and not to everyone's liking.

it's probably best to read part one first.

but for those who don't Jane is at college and is being bullied by three fellow female freshmen.. 

*

Jane cautiously approached the front gates of her college. The same building where she'd had her virginity stolen the night before. It had been a walking nightmare and now, in the cold light of day, seemed as if some imagined un-reality.

Last night she'd been able to make it to her room without being discovered, avoiding her farther and explanations about the dishevelled cum stained state she was in. 

Pain and misery meant a long sleepless night as she kept replaying the events. She took long shower in the morning as if it could go some way to wash away her torment.

Jane had to substitute her formal school shoes (which had been stolen the previous evening) with her clubbing strappy high heels. They were her only other black shoes and rather inappropriate for the college's straight dress code. 

Her loud pronounced click immediately drew attention as she made her way through the corridors and toward her locker. With all the turning heads and raised eyebrows she nearly didn't notice the white corner of paper sticking out from under the locked door.

Cautiously, Jane opened the door so-as to stop the mysterious item falling. It was a good thing too, when she focused onto the card she discovered a series of images from last night displaying her naked form. They included her blindfolded face, close ups of her aroused wet pussy and were enclosed with a note simply stating

'Cum when you're called or these get posted into every locker....S'.

Jane had to hold on to the metal locker as her world span and tumbled about her. What new tormenter had decided to join the abuse? How had she lost her way so badly and found her body the abused toy of all these strangers? The moment was brought back to focus as the first period bell sounded and Jane was prompted to head to her first tutorial.

Entering the class Jane silenced the room with her inappropriate heels and evoked a look of annoyance on her lecturer's face.

"Jane," said Mrs Donavan, "what, in god's name, are you wearing this morning?"

"Sorry Miss. I had my school shoes stolen and haven't had time to get replacements."

"Come over here," demanded the stern teacher. "Give me them here a moment?"

Jane slipped them off and handed the offending pair to the tutor. Mrs Donavan looked them over as her student stood bare foot in front of her snickering classmates, looking up she came to a decision and pointed to the back of the class.

"Take a seat miss Burrows, you can't wear these in class." 

"But Miss I can't go bare foot like this."

"Don't be so silly girl. I didn't force you to dress like a trollop. You simply can't wear these," scolded Mrs Donavan as she threw the shoes into her desk drawer. "you can collect them after."

As Jane pattered her way to the back of the room her soles picked up the grime of a badly cleaned floor and some sticky residue from a long forgotten spilt drink. Sitting down she curled her toes and hunkered down into an hour long class.

By the time the bell rang again Jane had almost forgotten her lack of footwear. When she stood up collecting her books she felt the cool floor against her bare skin. She made her way to the front desk.

"Can I have my shoes back now Miss?"

"No Jane these are against school regulation. I can't allow you to wear heels to classes."

"But Miss I can't .... Please don't make me go bare foot for the rest of the day."

"I suggest you take this up with the Dean as he makes policy, besides maybe it'll teach you not to wear a whorish outfit to school."

Dejected and cold Jane stepped into the hallway and wondered how she was going to make it through lunch never mind the rest of the day. She wondered if there was a way to get some replacement shoes.

Just then the three sneering faces of Beth, Sara and Emily appeared in the hallway as they approached their pray.

"You look like you could use these" shouted Beth, holding up Jane's stolen school shoes.

"Oh yes please, my feet are freezing" replied Jane.

"Why ever did you come to school like that Jane?" asked Beth staring at her bare dirty feet. "Are you so desperate to go without clothes that you've stopped bothering getting properly dressed?"

"Mrs Donavan confiscated my other pair as a breach of uniform code."

"Interesting so the old witch is a stickler for dress. I wonder what she'd have done if you hadn't worn a proper skirt. Anyway, you're gonna have to work through lunch to earn these back."

"Please can't I just have them back?"

"Always whining and bitching, this one," sighed Beth to Sara. "You'd think she'd have learnt by now."

Sara took that as an excuse to dispense some discipline. She slapped her hand onto the backs of Jane's bare legs causing a startled cry. The sudden yelp from Jane drew further attention from passing students, highlighting her submissive position under her tormentors.

"That's not the right answer Jane. Are you looking to lose more clothes?" asked Emily.

"No Miss, sorry," answered Jane, "how can I earn my shoes back Miss?" 

"Follow us."

Jane was led up to the less crowed top floors of the college and into a gent's toilet. A group of male students had congregated by the back sink where a poster hung. Jane could see he own face, all puffy and red from crying, printed there. Her nudity was implied but still hidden by the edges of the poster and with the words 

BJ 4 £10.

As realisation dawned the trio's grip tightened and stopped Jane's instinct to run. While Sara and Emily collected the payments and arranged a queue, Beth pushed Jane into the second from last cubicle. 

Jane was cramped into the corner while Beth took a seat and pointed to a hole in the wooden wall above two crudely drawn hand prints.

"Down," she commanded. "Kneel there and place your hands in the prints. You'll take whatever is stuck through, in your mouth until they're finished, understood?"

"Wait you can't make me do that here."

"I can and you will," scolded Beth yanking Jane down by the regulation tie. "Now kneel down before I call in Emily." 

"Ok," Jane nodded lowering herself to the floor. 

"See everything will go much easier if you do as you're told. Besides you'll enjoy it as much as the boys do because of how much of a slut you are. You love being my slave don't you?"

"Yes Miss," whispered Jane

"Yes what?"

"Yes I love to be your slave," replied Jane. Her head falling down as she felt the waves of embarrassment, not at the words but their truth.

Kneeling sideways in the stall Jane just about fit between the panels. Her ass pushed against the rear wall with her feet sliding into the next cubicle while her forehead rested above the recently cut hole. As Jane felt her prone body getting teased and poked by Beth's feet and hands, some words came into focus inches from her nose, above the hole. 

GloryHole cum slut.

As the word's meaning sank in a warm firm cock also slid in. Her mouth was filled by the invading member. Once fixed into position Jane started to slide her lips back and forth over the anonymous penis and brought on further engorgement. The slow, shallow movements along the protruding flesh prompted Beth to grab hold of Jane's hair. She forced Jane's face fully down onto the cock until her nose pressed hard into the wall and the purple head reached into her gullet.

"This is how deep you are to swallow. You useless cock whore," commanded Beth.

The gurgled confirmation was muffled by the strangers cock. It grew ever more excited as it twitched its way to an explosion. As Jane repeatedly bobbed up and down she brought the 'GloryHole cum slut' into and out of focus. She felt the cock in her mouth begin to spasm and a torrent of cum splashed her tonsils.

The mess in her mouth followed the withdrawing cock out, splashing over the wall. It mingled with the copious slabber she'd plastered there already.

"Clean that up," commanded Beth, with a follow up smack on her exposed ass cheek.

Jane leant down and lapped the, now cool, dripping mess from the wall. Then Beth slid the faded black panties from around Jane's waist. With her panties pooled around her knees and fingers toying the damp folds between her exposed legs, Jane finished up the last cum droplets. 

A fresh cock emerged from the hole and nestled onto Jane's Hair as Beth's fingers pinched her hooded clitoris.

"My Little cock whore is enjoying her work. You're getting wet and ready for a good fisting. Would you like it if I fisted you in time with your cum swallowing?" She asked inserting a wriggling finger into the moist opening.

Jane hadn't time to answer as she'd already taken the new cock between her lips and sucked it inside. As she began the new rhythmic fellatio Jane felt a new pair of hands on her body. Someone in the third stall began molesting her feet and was now reaching for the discarded panties around her knees. 

Beth slid another finger into Jane's helpless hole, sending shivers throughout her degraded body. Beth's other hand continued to pinch Jane's still clothed nipples as she watched a strangers hand reach under, remove the black panties and start caressing Jane's trapped thighs and legs.

Jane felt another load deposited upon her tongue but this time held it in and avoided the need to slurp the filthy mess off the slippery wall. She managed to just choke it down as a new angry red cock head pushed through into her face.

From outside the stall the jovial sounds of a lust filled crowd became protests. The waiting guys could be heard arguing for position and access as Sara and Emily tried to maintain order.

"I don't have all day for this," shouted a strange deep voice. "I want what I've paid for."

"Everyone will get their turn," assured Emily. "But we all need to be patient." 

"How about you help out honey?"

"Hey," shouted Sara, "none of that. That is what she is for."

Jane imagined Sara, outside the stall, receiving an unwanted fondle herself as a cock continued its assault into her mouth. She sensed unease around her as Beth seemed to have tense up the and raised voices became bangs on the wall. 

"What the hell's taking so long?" shouted another angry customer followed by an aggressive thundering on the door.

Jane's movements become erratic as the implied aggression built up. More rough hands found her exposed legs reaching in from under the rear wall. Her feet were pulled up and a wetness explored between her toes.

As shouts became mixed together the bathroom door squeaked open and shut. More banging rained down against the walls then suddenly the door latch gave way and the room quietened. Jane's mouth was emptied and her limbs released as they made for direct access. The two girls watched as half a dozen gents loomed over them in the open doorway.

"Hold on guys this isn't the deal," protested Beth as the two girls were lifted out of the stall. "Now listen, I think we can work this out." 

They were deposited in the corner by the mirrored sinks where they noticed Emily and Sara's absence. Beth turned to Jane, whose mouth was still glistening and slick with mixed fluids. She reached over and unzipped her skirt. 

As it fell down her thighs and exposed a pink wet crotch she offered them her solution... Jane.

"Why don't I leave you guys to get your money's worth?"

Before Beth had swung the door closed Jane had been manhandled about face and onto the counter top. Perched over the sink with her face pressed into the mirror she was positioned for their ease of access. She could only watch over her reflected shoulder as erect members waved their way into view, ready to probe into her naked lower half. 

As one disappeared from view she felt it stuff past her slathered opening and begin a new defilement of her much abused pussy. Focused lust had spread over the faces behind her. Jane was forced by fear and revolution to hide behind closed tearing eyes. Her current rapist was grunting his way up and down her hole, building toward spewing his seed upon her womb. 

She then felt her leg get lifted up and onto the counter top spreading her sex and exposing her further. They forced her knee to rest by her head which allowed for deeper, more frivolous thrusts and a combined fingering of her delicate places. There efforts, to Jane's embarrassment, building her bodies stimulation.

A vice grip took hold of her waist and the thrusts became slow hard slams into her behind. A sudden wetness inside her followed by emptiness halted her climatic momentum. The clam was short as the relay team passed her a new baton.

As the second cock easily slipped into her gaping vagina, fingers found her clit and sphincter. They now became part of her body's debasement as each buzzed together in her swelling lust. The contradiction of her position and condition fogged her mind. On one hand they were using her body but their touches drove her toward ecstasy, she wanted them to stop but needed them to finish, they shouted obscenities and degradation while she got off. Nothing was making sense. 

Their voices were lost to her now, as the haze of vicious taunts and shouts became disjointed. They called her whore and their fuck bitch while she melted away. After a few minutes a new load was forced into her body and quickly followed by a replacement dick with its unique style of fucking.

With such a lewd scene of pornography to heighten their lust, each new cock thrust savagely to a quickened finish. New cocks blurred together as Jane's body unleashed the electrics of pre-orgasm throughout body. She gripped onto the sink with trembling white knuckled fingers and let out a breathless howl. 

The current penis ramming into Jane joined her in climaxing and flooded her cervix. Their combined spasms spewed forth flushing the copious deposits within her out and over her rapist's crotch. The white mess flooded down the front of her dangling leg collecting between her toes and dribbling from foot to floor.

"Jesus. What a whore! She's getting off on this," gasped an already spent guy, now reinvigorated and eager for another go.

Jane had counted the tenth unwelcome cock force itself inside her aching pussy and spill its load when the lunch bell sounded the return to learning. She hoped her possible salvation had arrived at last. As the noise died down and the door slammed shut she attempted opening her eyes. They were gone.

The room now empty; she eased her leg off the counter and onto the pooled seminal mess below her. They had left her shirt, tie and hair untouched so when her skirt fell back into place the only indication she'd been mouth raped and gangbanged was the smeared lipstick over her top lip and cum leaking down her legs

A quick, damp towel, wipe down served to clean her pussy and dry her legs. Jane deemed it pointless to work on her feet as they'd become a far-gone mess already. Dashing out of the bathroom, Jane left a trail of wet cloudy footprints for a puzzled janitor to deal with later that day. 

Hurriedly she made her way to the next class and arrived five minutes late. The Tutor paused a moment to look up at the leggy disruption, tutted and continued. Out of the classes mass of turned heads Jane noticed a smirking face. It was one of her recent sexual partners and he knew exactly why she was late arriving for class. Finding a seat near the back Jane quietly sat and tried to focus on learning.

Aches in Jane's joints and pussy throughout the afternoon class served as a constant reminder of her lunch time plight. Each twinge was an indictment that she was now the school whore. Her mind tried to find focus on the lecture but kept flashing back to the various cocks stuffed in her mouth and up her snatch. Her thoughts flashed between the sheer terror and mind blowing orgasm.

Confused by her renewed arousal, Jane felt betrayed as fresh flows spill out of her bare mound to collect between her legs. They pooled on the plastic chair as she'd sat carefully to avoid further spoiling her school clothes with any sexual juices.

As she fidgeted in her chair, wet and horny, Jane missed her tutor calling out to her.

"Miss!" repeated the middle-aged lecturer, staring right at her. "Can you come up here and demonstrate the cycle of a plant cell for the class?"

The room-full of heads turned again to face her and returned her attention back to the present.

"Sorry?" she replied.

"I asked you to demonstrate this theory to the class Miss," repeated Mr White. "I just finished explaining it to you all so I don't see how it could be difficult. That is if you were listening"

"Ah ok sir." Jane said standing carefully, aware she was quite wet and could get exposed moving down the lecture hall. 

Mr White handed her the marker and stepped back to watch the girl, who had clearly been daydreaming throughout his whole class, hoping she would show herself up.

"If you could start with the cell structure," he requested stepping back of the stage.

Jane drew the cell from memory of her advanced notes but knew she was soon going to run into difficulty. As she completed the diagram, reaching high up the board, the lowest row of students noticed a missing set of underpants and a hint of pink pussy lips under her skirt. 

"Now," Mr White continued, "if you could demonstrate how the internal parts interact with each other?" 

Then Mr White lost his train of thought as he noticed fleeting glimpses of the barefooted teenagers privates. No longer seeing a stupid student, Mr White saw before him a freshly matured eighteen year old girl with slender little legs, pert buttocks and a smooth teen twat begging to be fucked. 

The class grew silent as Jane hesitated in her drawing.

Inspired, Mr White rechecked his students name and directed Jane further.

"You can use the stool to label the diagram Miss Burrows."

Jane Moved up the rungs so the shaded orbs of her buttocks grew more visible and half the class saw her flushed, engorged pussy lips peeking out. Unwittingly, she now stood splayed before the class, essentially bare from the waist down. 

At the top she heard hushed gasps from the room and froze. Now realising her mistake she too gasped and faltered forward. Perched high above the class, bent forward and flashing her recently abused folds Jane looked back to her tutor.

"Can I come down now?" she cried, making to descend the steps.

"Please finish the diagram first Miss Burrows," replied Mr White, holding out his hand to cease her retreat and prolong the show. His missed the hem of her skirt and slapped against her bare butt cheek.

His sudden contact on her skin sent Jane off balance and back onto Mr White. 

Catching his student by her rapidly approaching rear, he found his hands clamped between her bare thighs. As his fingers slipped between the wet lips of the falling student's pussy, Mr White lost grip and dropped Jane onto a sprawled spread-eagle landing.

Now the whole class was treated to an unabashed view of Jane's shaven pussy with her skirt flapped up over her chest. Leaning up on her elbows Jane looked out over her the student audience. Their eyes and quickly retrieved camera phones pointed between her legs. Even Mr White, who hadn't moved, didn't look away from her pussy. 

From her proximity Jane could see Mr White's rigid cock cramped in his trousers.

Springing to action Jane leapt of the stage and ran out of the room. The roaring applause faded behind her as she padded her way through the hallway. She headed toward the shower room where she already had a standing appointment with her tormentors, due in a short while. 

Hiding in the corner of the locker room, Jane spent the last hour of the day in relative safety. Her heart at first thundering fast slowed and gave her time to grieve about her abuse. Her face tear soaked, Jane found that her pussy was also saturated. She took the time to mop them up with her tie and skirt.




A Wet Walk Home Ch. 02



Then at last the college bell rang and all quietened. Beth, Sara and Emily arrived soon after for their meeting. When their pathetic barefooted slave emerged from her hiding place the three girls could not help laughing at her dishevelled state. She stood to attention and awaited another humiliating session.

"Awwgh, doesn't she look sorrowful?" asked Emily. 

"What's the matter girl? Had a bad day?" Chipped in Sara

"I'd bet you'd look a bit run down if you'd had a dozen cocks in ya," cooed Beth.

"Well," replied Sara. "At least we didn't have to go hunting for the bitch today."

"Yeah, that's a good point. As reward for being here and not having to be chased I think you can go home early today," offered Beth.

Jane shot her a look of disbelief. 

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes. You've been very brave today." Beth explained patting her pet girl on the head. "But you'll need to wash up if you're going to wear these shoes of MINE."

Jane looked at the shoes which up until yesterday had been hers. She reached out to take them but was stopped by a swat from behind. Emily smiled when Jane looked back and pointed to the shower.

Knowing better than to argue Jane headed for the shower.

"Strip first bitch," screamed Sara, causing Jane to jump. Tie the shirt were folded over Sara's arms. Then the bra was unclasped and given away, followed up with her skirt. Jane looked for the nod to proceed into the showers as Emily switched them all on. 

Standing by the rear wall between the cold spray of the communal showers Jane waited for her next command. Each item was thrown in under a separate shower, falling into the collective puddle of the combined showers. Still Jane waited for a command, her head lowered in submission. 

After waiting and hearing no instruction Jane looked up but they were gone.

Collecting her soaked clothes from around the echoy, grey shower room Jane became totaly drenched. The Banging of one of the doors startled Jane and when she heard approaching footsteps and whistle of a Janitor she jumped into action. 

Abandoning attempts to ring out her clothes, Jane slapped on her shirt and skirt. She hopped into her shoes and dashed toward another exit. Jane buttoned her shirt up as best she could while in a hurry and hampered with bra and tie in each hand.

Jane moved, cold and wet, at a steady constant speed. The right hand hid her nipples from being revealed by a see through top while her left clutched the balled up bra and tie. For most of her journey home Jane left a trail puddles where she stepped, her soaked clothes continuing to drip from her goose pimpled body. Today she was more than capable of putting up with the stares from passers-by and was determined not to be stopped.

As Jane stepped into her home, now safe and secure, her father answered the ringing phone. Still quite damp she decided to head to her room to change.

"Jane. The phone," called out her father.

As she returned down the stairs and into the front room her father handed her the phone. His puzzlement at her wet state was cut of from question when she took the phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"You got my note this morning, so what is it to be?"

"Sorry?"

"Do you want your family and friends to see you as the tied up fuck pig or keep thinking you're the good little college girl?"

"No not that. What do you want from me?" Jane kept the calm smile frozen on her face as she backed out of the room and out of earshot.

"You already know what I want. Don't you?"

"No."

"Stop fucking about or the photos go public."

"No wait please don't do that. I can pay you."

"I don't need money. You know what I want."

"I Can't. I don't know what you want."

"Yes you do and you are going to give it to me aren't you?"

"Yes" she whimpered.

"Good now this is where I want you to go."

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A Wet Walk Home Ch. 03



Part 3 with a strong non consent theme. so it gets a bit rapey which isn't for some.

Best to read pts 1 & 2 first for full context of poor Jane's stiuation better.

But the jist is Jane is being bullied in college and when she is left tied naked someone takes her picture and sends her a blackmail note.

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Continuedd from Part 2 ......

"Jane. The phone," called out her father.

As she returned down the stairs and into the front room her father handed her the phone. His puzzlement at her wet state was cut off from question when she took the phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"You got my note this morning, so what is it to be?"

"Sorry?"

"Do you want your family and friends to see you as the tied up fuck pig or keep thinking you're the good little college girl?"

"No not that. What do you want from me?"

Jane kept the calm smile frozen on her face as she backed out of the room and out of earshot.

"You already know what I want. Don't you?"

"No."

"Stop fucking about or the photos go public."

"No wait please don't do that. I can pay you."

"I don't need money. You know what I want."

"I Can't. I don't know what you want."

"Yes you do and you are going to give it to me aren't you?"

"Yes" she whimpered.

"Good now this is where I want you to go."

The voice on the phone was distorted and unrecognisable. It stated what was expected if Jane was to keep her secret, how she was to dress, where she was to go and when. Then the line went dead.

For more than fifteen minutes Jane sat on the end of her bed. Still wearing her damp uniform, she stared at the blackmailers offending photos from last night. 

The wide shot clearly showed her naked freckled body, bent over and secured to a chair. Her blindfolded face stared wildly back at her from the lurid images with bare breasts squashed against the plastic seat.

Jane franticly tore apart each image and then the enclosed letter. She'd decided no one else was going to see her like this even if it meant that she would have to obey this stranger's commands.

The directions had been clear and Jane followed them as best she could. By nine o'clock she'd made her way to the pick-up location and waited.

She stood there in her newly altered denim shorts and tee shirt. They'd been trimmed to just a few threads between her legs and ripped shirt with no arms. Her dark pair of bra and panties peeked out under the intimate trim and a flimsy pair of flip-flops completed her grungy look. Jane shivered in the evening air with nervous anticipation as she waited there for the green ford fiesta to collect her.

After a torturous wait the designated car arrived and pulled up by the curb a few meters away. The first thing Jane saw were her own high heels stepping out onto the path as her first period tutor, Mrs Donavan, exited the vehicle. Suddenly doubting herself as she approached, Jane halted not wanting to be discovered by the strict tutor in such demeaning attire.

"Well girl. It's good you're here on time," stated the strict tutor as she approached the frightened girl. "Now let's have a look at you and see if you can follow simple instructions."

Dumbfounded and frozen, Jane stood before Mrs Donavan as the woman took her arm and held it aloft. She tugged at the ragged holes in the tee-shirt and shorts then circled around behind the stationary girl. A set of scissors were produced and used to remove a few more inches of fabric from her shorts, midriff and neck line to float off into the wind.

From behind, Jane felt her auburn hair pulled up and tied into a pony tail. Then a hand rubbed at her ass and leg as if wiping away some unwanted lint. Mrs Donavan reappeared from the other side and nodded in acceptance.

"Now that's certainly not regulation dress. Is it girl?" She asked Jane.

"No but it is what you requested."

"Very good, now get in."

Sitting down onto the passenger seat, Jane felt the cars warmth blow hot over her bare thighs. Then the car engine started and the world outside sped away.

"What do you want from me?" asked Jane, stealing a sideways glance.

"Well dear, I don't know. Last night I was shocked to say the least. An intelligent girl like you, top half of the class doing so well in college. Then I find that you are, in fact, a wanton whore who is in the middle of a downward spiral of depravity."

"But," protested Jane. "The others are forcing me."

"Enough excuses. I saw your state last night," shouted the angered tutor. She reached past Jane's pale legs, into the glove box and pulled out a manila folder. "Look at yourself girl."

As the folder dropped into Jane's lap the contents slid in every direction. The repeated images of Jane stripped, tied and molested a reminder of who was in charge. 

"I could smell your aroused sex as soon as I entered the locker room; you'd quite obviously been enjoying the depravity. I was torn between getting you expelled and trying to help. So this is what I'm here to do."

"What do you mean, help?"

"Well, I am going to break your impulse to denigrate yourself in college by quenching your need. You can wallow in the city's cess pools at night and in secrete while keeping some level of dignity."

"No, I don't have a need. I, I'm a good girl."

"No dear, I've seen the real you. The bitch in heat, tied naked to a chair in public, in school. I bet you're wet just looking at them."

"No, they disgust me."

Mrs Donavan leant toward the embarrassed girl as she tried to hold the shifting photos and slid a hand under the trimmed shorts. While she studied the road ahead her fingers pressed in between the clenched folds.

Jane stared at the many photos over her lap and thought there were so many. The hand in her panties wriggled into her slit and found out her lie.

"You're already dripping girl, now stop your pretending and let me help you."

"What about these photos."

"They are your motivation to comply."

"So you will not show them to anyone?"

"As long as you're as invested in your recovery as me, then they will stay in my safe keeping."

"Bu..."

"Enough. No more talk from you unless you're spoken to."

"Ok."

"Address me correctly."

"Ammh I don't..."

SMACK! The tutors palm crashed onto the soft flesh of Jane's inner thigh as she slapped home her point.

"Address me as Miss."

"Ahhh, sorry. Yes Miss."

As Jane's thigh throbbed in fiery pain she held back tears and fear. Soon Jane noticed the car turning off onto an exit. A sign indicated they were headed toward the city's shopping centre and into the remote car park. 

They stopped some way from the entrance where the green ford sat alone on the tarmac. The centre looked empty from their space as shoppers sparsely filled its halls this late on a mid-week evening. 

Exiting the car Jane followed Mrs Donavan; with her face lowered she prayed she'd know no one as they strolled through its entrance. The relative normality of such a familiar place exaggerated her dishevelled clothes reminding her that she'd never chose to go out like that.

"I think you should start dressing properly," Mrs Donavan suggested loudly. "Time you stopped looking like a little tart."

Jane shot a look of confused hatred, Mrs Donavan had insisted on the details of her outfit. As the pair strolled behind two young teenage boys Mrs Donavan continued her motherly scolding.

"I just don't know why you insist on dressing like that, it's as if you want to tease these boys. I wouldn't be surprised if they just tore of all your clothes and took you here in the store."

Jane's face burnt as the two teenage boys over heard the comments and stopped to get a better look at her outfit. They paused and forced her to have to push past their pinching hands and follow Mrs Donavan into the TK max store. 

Browsing through the isles Mrs Donavan would stop every so often, hold an item of clothing against Jane and then continue on. After collecting a few cream and white dresses, she led Jane toward the changing rooms. Finding the biggest bay in the rear, she tutor hung the collection up and took a seat by the mirror. Jane was beckoned in.

With the curtain shut Jane was directed to begin undressing before the older lady. She kept her gaze on the stripping girl as she kicked of her flip-flops and tugged the shredded shirt over her head. 

Once she'd finished pulling off her shorts Jane had her things snatched away by Mrs Donavan and promptly dropped to the floor. 

"Show me how it looks," commanded the tutor, handing over the first dress to her humble charge.

Once she had done up the back Jane paused looking for further instruction.

"Miss?" she asked.

"Show me the rest of it."

Jane made a twirl causing her companion to tut and shake her head.

"No girl," scolded Mrs Donavan, "out there." A finger pointed out past the curtained exit.

Strutting the length of the changing room hallway, as if walking the cat walk, Jane modelled the new dress. The dark blue carpet contrasted against her pale feet. The light dress came to high above the knee and had a plunging neck line and bare back.

Passing the other patrons as they mingled through Jane felt a deep red blush spread over her face and chest. Although she was covered she still felt humiliated being the puppet of another woman, epically when she didn't know her intentions.

On returning to the cramped stall Jane was handed the next dress. She looked at her tutor then back along the hallway, meeting the gaze of a teenage girl exiting one of the cubicles and the middle aged man who'd also watched her march along the corridor.

"But the curtain," pleaded the worried student with her hands full of dress.

"Don't be daft. Besides you are wearing under things."

Jane cringed and hung her head as she pulled of her dress. She tried to block out the people and their gasps and whispers. Her clothes pooled about her feet as she felt her skin ignite into another red blush fanning the fire between her legs. Hurriedly she stepped into the new dress and turned to allow Mrs Donavan access to the zip.

This was repeated for each dress while the curtain was left flung open throughout. Jane was forced to flash her underwear to the other patrons multiple times while Mrs Donavan mulled over which one to buy. Then after all the dresses had been tried she chose the first one, the white backless dress with a short hem. 

Once Jane removed the last dress again and handed it back, Mrs Donavan took the entire collection of clothes and headed off to pay at the counter. 

Jane was left looking for her shorts and shirt but found they had been lifted leaving her without a change of clothes. 

The middle aged man now openly gazed at her shapely body as she stood dumbfounded and motionless not five feet away for him. As she grabbed the curtain to cover herself, the man answered a female hidden behind her own drawn curtain. 

He stood a few stalls back near the changing room entrance. While he talked into the cubicle he watched the mischievous flasher wondering what she would do next. 

Jane could only find her flip-flops in the small cubicle. She resigned herself to giving the stranger another quick flash as she dashed out to catch up with her tutor and her clothes.

Jane could see Mrs Donavan finishing at the till. Not wanting to be left alone in the store in her underwear she rushed passed the isles and back into the court yard of the centre.

"Wait!" pleaded Jane as she tried to catch her tutor. 

This shout caused not just Mrs Donavan to stop but also a family who seemed in a sudden hurry to be elsewhere. Their shocked faces invoked further shame and stoked the hunger in her loins.

"Silly girl," scolded the tutor. "What are you doing in you under things?" 

"You took my things with you."

"NO, you handed me them girl."

"Sorry Miss," apologised Jane as her shirt and shorts were flung at her.

Scrambling to escape an ever growing crowd, Jane hopped into her shorts and ran after the vindictive woman who had concocted her humiliation. As she fixed her shirt into place Jane caught up with her tormentor outside a Victoria's Secret.

Inside Mrs Donavan selected a pair of hold up tights and made straight for the till. She paid and immediately opened the packet, discarding the packaging. The unfurled twin tights were handed to Jane who had to stand there and balance while slipping each one up her slim legs. The light black material patterned her legs with bows on the backs of her thighs. 

Unable to fit the flip-flops back between her stockinged toes Jane had to continue bare foot with Mrs Donavan leading her by the hand. Leaving the store her footwear was dumped into a large green bin that they past turning down a side corridor and into a quieter part of the centre. 

Jane was led to a shop with boarded windows and pictures of the male and female symbols below the 'His & Hers' sign. She could tell it was a sex shop as soon as she saw the red lights and boxes of assorted dildos. 

Ignoring the varied assortments on offer, Mrs Donavan headed for the till where a sales girl stood reading a worn pornographic magazine. She looked up and smiled at her shopping customers.

"How can I help?" she asked.

"Well I hope you can. It's for this young lady," answered Mrs Donavan pointing over to Jane. "She has some exotic desires, you see."

The sales girl perked up at this news and set down her magazine. She decided to get a better look at the odd couple in her shop.

As the girl came out from behind the counter, Jane could see the sharp features of a would-be model hidden under the Goth make up and partially shaven head. The desk had hidden her black lace tutu, biker boots and fish net stockings.

"So what scene are you into?" She asked Jane, tilting her head to one side and making intense eye contact. 

"I am....Well that is..."

"Dog collars, hand cuffs and that sort of thing," interrupted the commanding tutor. "Here, why don't you show her the outfit we got you?"

With the bag of clothes thrust into her hands, Jane was encouraged to pull out the white dress. As she held it up against her frame the Goth sales girl rubbed her arm softly.

"I bet that looks exquisite on you." She cooed.

"Let's see then," prompted Mrs Donavan. "Can you bring some recommendations to go with the dress?" she asked the girl.

As the Shop girl headed off to collect some examples of their special merchandise, Mrs Donavan leaned over and whispered in Jane's ear.

"Now do it properly girl. Your awful under garments don't match the nice new dress."

"But Miss," pleaded the desperate girl.

Mrs Donavan simply closed her eyes, fished into her handbag and pulled out a close up photo of Jane's pussy. 

Jane frantically waved it away and began pulling of her shorts.

The Store was dark and secluded so unlikely to get much busier but Jane was acutely aware that the door was unlocked and that anyone could barge in and catch her in the altogether. She felt cursed by her own body as the forced exposure induced more stirring below and her loins sprang a leak.

When the sales girl returned she discovered the shy girl, bent over pulling her shorts down around her ankles, in the middle of the novelty dildo section. She paused there and watched the young lady remove more and more until she stood bare ass naked.

Mrs Donavan lifted the dress, turning to the sales girl. 

"You see she likes to wear innocent colours to hide her slutty habit of going commando."

"I ahh, I see," stuttered the sales girl, not usually this surprised by her customers. "Here is one of our lady collars."

Handing Jane the dress Mrs Donavan took the tee shirt and flung it into the bag along with the shorts. She then lifted the discarded underwear and swapped them for the dog collar the sales girl was holding out.

"Thank you... Sorry what was your name?"

"Raven," answered the sales girl momentarily befuddled from holding the warm bra and soaked panties of her outrageous naked customer.

"Hi Raven, I'm Mrs Donavan," smiled the tutor noticing the puzzled look. "Yes you can go ahead and keep those."

Jane stood in her pure white dress and watched as Raven was given her panties before taking them behind the counter. While a stiff neck collar was fastened on by Mrs Donavan Jane watched Raven. She paused and pressed the gusset of the stolen panties to her nose, closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Knowing Jane had seen, she looked back and winked at the embarrassed student.

"Very nice," commented Raven, returning to the centre aisle. 

Jane wondered if it was her dress or musk the girl found so appealing.

"Now she'll need some sexy shoes," stated Mrs Donavan.

"Of course, but you don't want to hide her little sexy feet," said Raven handing over some handcuffs. "Why don't you try on her while I get you some studded sandals?" 

Mrs Donavan accepted the cuffs, as the Goth girl went to fetch some shoes. She took Jane's hands behind her back and locked them together. Raven returned holding platforms sandals with black studded straps.

"Yes, they are lovely; you have quite the talent for this," exclaimed the dominant tutor.

With her hands cuffed Jane could not dress herself, so Mrs Donavan enlisted the sales girl's help in fitting on the new footwear. She took a seat before her restrained body and took hold of a dainty foot. Jane felt the electric touch of warmth through her tights as the sales girl, head hovering inches in front of her dampening pussy, grasped her ankle.

Kneeling there before Jane, Raven took an opportunity to lean back and peek up the dress. With the hemline already quite high and her lowered position she could peek up at the girl's dampening pussy. Foot in hand she lifting up Jane's leg and slipped on the sandal. She watched as the wet lips parted slightly causing her own panties to gush. Both labia were slick with secretion as she detected the thick and heavy musk now familiar from the stolen set of panties.

Raven ran her hands up the shoe straps and tightened each one. She continued up over Jane's smooth legs to stroke along the opaque tights. Then advancing further up, she caressed bare thighs and felt around the back were her soft curves became plump buttocks.

Mrs Donavan watched as Raven got more brazen. She had finished with the other shoe fasteners and now fondled Jane's exposed lower limbs openly. As way of permission Raven looked up at Mrs Donavan, her hands waiting beneath the wet entrance while she sought a green light to go further.

Jane could not bear to look down into Raven's face, the intimacy of eye contact with her molester had become too much to handle. From the corner of her eye Jane saw Mrs Donavan nod to the Goth and offer consent that was not hers to give and authorised her to take further liberties. 

Ravens hands found their goal as her fingers spread Jane's fold open. Her nose filled with the youngster's scent and caused more tingling within her own sex. She felt her heart race at the prospect of dipping into the helpless young honey pot before her.

As she closed her eyes Jane glimpsed the Goth's dark head of hair sweep under her dress. Hot breath ignited into a wet probing tongue, electrifying her skin and clouding her mind. While soft fingers held apart her shaven labia her hole was explored, teased and tasted. She was now lost to her extreme arousal and vulnerability in the public shop.

As Raven enjoyed the exploration and taste of the student's pussy, Mrs Donavan opened one of the vibrators stacked nearby. Twisting it on, she trailed the buzzing device along her neck and over her clothed, stiffening nipples. With her other hand, she lifted the hem of her own skirt and guided the device lower. Her body absorbed the waves of joy from the device as her mind engorged itself on the spectacle of the girls' public cunnilingus.




A Wet Walk Home Ch. 03



Raven lapped into and over Jane's slit as her hands shifted around each leg and grasped onto the girl's two soft buttocks to tease them apart. She could now detect ragged breaths and faint moans being emitted from the trembling mouth above. The flowering vagina, before her, continued to leak its juices into her eager mouth. Not wanting any to go to waste, she pressed her lips and chin into the pulsing quim and smeared the wet mix with her expert tongue. Coating Jane's pubic mound and thighs, she ensured a musky sent of sex marked the girl.

Mrs Donavan slipped her panties aside and began circling her clit with the buzzing device. She watched Raven cease her assault below, get up and take Jane by elbow over to her shop counter. There she lifted the submissive girl, still cuffed, up onto the counter top and then return to burrowing her face between the spread legs.

Jane, ashamed to have been so disappointed by the grinding halt, fell back into desperate arousal as the shop girl resumed her tongue fucking. With her dress now bunched up under her shoulder blades Jane's body lay bare from breast to stocking top as she became lost again in her ravishment. Moans resumed again, escaping between her tight lips as veins and tendons throbbed under her reddening skin.

Mrs Donavan watched the pair of girls in wanton abandonment. Her own fingers sliding up and down her love canal as she rubbed violently, with the vibrator, on the fleshy button above. She felt herself sliding into ecstasy as the raven haired Raven took hold of Jane's discarded Panties and stuff them the student's mouth to dampen her climatic noises. 

Mouth now filled with her own soaked panties, Jane fought for breath through her nose. Her own taste filled her mouth as the expert tongue and fingers, driving inside her, found their goal at last and an orgasm crashed and shook through her body's muscles. The soft hum of her panty muffled scream was all that escaped her gagged mouth.

As student climaxed so too did tutor. Her fingers clamped within her soaked walls as her clit buzzed in time with the vibrating phallus. Finishing off she dipped the new toy deep into her soaked pussy and generously coated it in her secreted juices. 

Once finished she straightened out her panties and dress, made her way over to the spent Jane and still hungry Raven. Then removing the sopping panties from between Jane's teeth Mrs Donavan slipped in the soiled device and handed back Raven the moist under garments. 

The long smooth plastic object sliding into 

Jane's mouth triggered her newly acquired instinct to suck. The erotic female sent that filled mouth and nose tasted both new and familiar. She continued to suckle it as the hands roving her body retreated and then the tongue and fiery breath, below, also withdrew.

Normality returned around the still splayed and slick student as her companions completed their transaction. With her hands cuffed under her dishevelled and exposed body, the sudden change to respectable conversation left Jane feeling all the more lain bare and vulnerable.

"So, how much do I owe you?" Mrs Donavan asked.

"Now let me see. £160 for the shoes, collar and cuffs £30. I'll throw in the vibrator free as 'special' discount. So that's £190 all together."

"Wonderful Raven just wonderful. Don't you think so Jane?" She asked the prone girl and taking back her free gift.

"Yes Miss that was lovely, thank you Miss," answered Jane, aware of how wet her lower body was as it glistened with sweat in the open air.

"Please, call me Raven too," said the shop girl as she patted Jane's slick pussy clean with those same discarded panties.

"Thank you, Raven."



Raven watched the mysterious pair disappear from her shop, the taste of Jane's pussy still strong in her mouth. She placed the bra in the bin and took another sniff of the submissive girl's fragrant panties. 

Switching the on pc monitor, she checked the last half hours security tape. The rewinding close up view of the counter top was obscured by Jane's body. It displayed the recorded agony and ecstasy of a forced climax upon her face. As the episode began to play forward again she reached a hand under her tutu and rubbed a finger along the fleshy grove beneath her drenched panties seeking to relieve her own need at last.





Jane's body betrayed her post climax as she followed Mrs Donavan to the exit. Her damp body helped highlight the lack of underwear beneath her light dress while her nipples failed to soften and retreat. She got back into Mrs Donavan's car and huddled in the passenger seat hugging her knees as the tutor drove off.

Driving back along the motor way Mrs Donavan spotted a petrol station and truck stop. She decided they should stop to get some much deserved fluid replenishment. 

"Come on, you must be parched after all that fluid loss."

"Yes Miss. I am thank you."

Trailing behind her tutor, Jane was marched into the multipurpose shop. The bright florescent lights hummed as they perused through the refrigerated drink selection. 

A trucker, microwaving his burger, watched the pair enter. He noticed how the girl's hard nipples strained against the thin white dress in the cool evening air. He could detect an odd dynamic between them; the young girl seemed quite shy while her older lady friend kept peering over at him. As she fixed onto his eyes the older lady grasped her friend by the neck and kissed her deeply. A moment of tensed struggle melted into a returned tenderness while the driver's lust steamed to a boil.

The microwave hummed around behind them as Mrs Donavan continued her lip locked kissing. Holding Jane still, she felt up the girl's ass under the white dress. Then with the hem clutched tight she raised it up and exposed her pert rear to the horny driver. Feeling more generous the tutor took it in both hands and forced the material further up Jane's body to collect in a bundle beneath her arms. The Young girl's slender body was now bare from stocking top to middle back, a toned perfection of innocent youth. 

Jane kept her eyes shut hoping to avoid the memory of more lust filled stirs from strangers. Her mouth's invasion continued from the tutor's tongue. She shivered meekly knowing her nudity was being given away again now that her dress was bundled up roughly under her arms.

When the microwave timer signalled its finish and a cooked burger, it broke everyone's trance. Mrs Donavan suddenly stepped away from Jane. She timed the release of her mouth and dress late leaving Jane stood forward unbalanced, open mouthed with breasts and pussy still uncovered before the white dress could fluttered back down.

The ladies made their way to the till where a uniformed attendant sat in rapt attention. They presented their bottles of drink at the counter where the assistant sat uncomfortably with cramped trousers. 

Mrs Donavan coyly rubbed the cold, wet bottle along Jane's bare neck as she smiled at the young gentleman. Condensation collected and sent a droplet running down Jane's chest then between her shaded cleavage.

"How much do we owe you," she asked, not looking at him but at the retreating droplet disappearing between the girl's breasts. Jane looked away from them as they both peered deeper down her top. Then, pulling the light material away from Jane's breast Mrs Donavan exposed a nipple to the transfixed shop keep.

"I'm not too sure, let me think about that." Came the assistants reply.

"Why certainly sir," smiled Mrs Donavan, reaching in and grasping a pert breast. "You make sure it's the correct price."

While the clerk continued to hesitate and have trouble with the pricing he watched his customer continue to play with her companion's breast. She pulled on the pink eraser tip and elicited a little gasp from her pretty partner. Leaving the breast and obviously erect nipples hanging out of the ruffled dress, she reached up into Jane's slightly open mouth. Soft lips parted as a fingertip penetrated and then began pumping slowly in and out.

"No charge", whispered the assistant, frozen there with his hand grinding against his cock. He watched the pair turn and leave but not without one final flash. The white dress was once again snatched up by the older lady exposing her young friend's round butt to the bright fluorescent light.

Once they'd exited the clerk noticed his previous customer's burger had been left untouched. It seemed the lorry driver had now also gone.



Jane and Mrs Donavan walked back to the car where they noticed someone had followed them form the store. Mrs Donavan paused by the bonnet and smiled at the lorry driver as she sat Jane on the hood. She opened the car door, activated the stereo and retrieved a bottle of whiskey from her glove compartment. 

Re-joining Jane on the front of her car, she mixed a generous amount of the brown liquid with Jane's half drunken cola.

"Drink up dear," she commanded, passing the whiskey bottle to the driver.

"I don't like it this strong," complained Jane as she struggled with the bitter taste.

"How about we share some picture instead?" suggested Mrs Donavan.

"No I'll be fine," reassured Jane as she swigged back most of the remaining liquid in a demonstration of her cooperation

"Why don't you dance for us?" asked the tutor, pushing Jane toward the pool of the headlights before she could even answer.

The driver sat on the bonnet beside Mrs Donavan and passed her back the bottle. They watched Jane try to lose herself in the music as if in a nightclub and not alone with these perverts. The young lady began to move in time to the rhythms blaring out of the car's speakers. Her small frame, reflected in the headlights like a beacon in the night. In the bright glare her white dress became transparent, failing to hide her dark mound and pointed nipples.

"Here have some more," called out the tutor. 

As Jane stopped to collect the bottle Mrs Donavan hooked her legs around the girl's waist and brought her close. "Look at her tight young body," she cooed. "She's all but naked, warm, wet and wanton."

"Fuck yeah, you little minx," agreed the driver.

While Jane forced the burning liquid down her throat her tutor took hold of their new friend's hand and placed it upon her right breast. She felt him softly squeeze her covered flesh then tighten and twist his grip until she was compelled to yelp.

Mrs Donavan took back the bottle and pushed her young student back into the dance light. As she finished the whiskey off she could see swaying and inebriation already showing in Jane's movements. She got up, threw the bottle away and joined Jane in the light. 

Gyrating closely she rubbed her body against Jane's and mashed the youngsters tits with her hands. Exploring the girl's body with her hands she once again grasped the fabric of her dress and lifted it back to reveal the toned soft body 

below. 

Jane's head started to spin when she closed her eyes and began to find balancing more difficult. She wasn't used to drinking and was already feeling its affects. Her dress fell back into place as her body was released and Mrs Donavan returned to the car.

"You enjoying the show?" she asked the driver.

"Oh yes. Do I just get to watch or can I play?"

"Well I guess you're just going to have to wait and see."

As she spoke Mrs Donavan leant over and pressed her hand into the hardening groin of the lorry driver. Taking the fabric covered shaft in her palm she focused her rubbing along his tip. The mass of his cock swelled and spread in size even more, surprising Mrs Donavan. Then she let go of his hard groin, got up of the hood and headed over to their dancer.

Jane felt her hand taken by her tutor's as she was led unsteadily back to the car. She was sat down on the hood but her body just slumped back onto the windscreen as it ached for drunken sleep.

After trying to prop the limp girl up a couple of times the pair decided she needed help staying in position. Mrs Donavan took her student by the hand again and led her toward a small hollow in the woods next to the car park. Their bodies cast shadows in the head lights that stretched far off into the night .Then the driver's dark shadow fell over them as he followed Jane and her tutor into the clearing.

Once off, the concrete of the petrol station, the trio found the ground damp and muddy. Mrs Donavan paused and turned to the pursuing driver as he stepped over the stone curb.

"May I borrow you jacket?" asked Mrs Donavan, inviting the Driver to join them. "I wouldn't want to dirty my dress."

"Here you go love," he offered, removing it and flattening it onto the ground.

Mrs Donavan hunched up her skirt and relaxed onto the jacket with her back to a tree and her legs wide apart. With most of the coat in use there was nowhere for Jane to sit so she was force to kneel daintily between Mrs Donavan's legs.

"Kneel facing me girl," she commanded, pointing down to the earth between her knees.

Jane turned and was unable to avoid her knees sinking into the wet grass and dirt. Her hands sank into the soft mud as her tights soaked in the dank liquid. She looked up to face her tutor who nodded approvingly. 

With her hands planted into the dirt Jane leant forward and buried her face into the crotch of Mrs Donavan. Once the panties were pulled to the side, Jane was able to lap up and along the slippery open folds of her tutor's pussy. Her fingers squelched further into the mud as she shifted in submissive position.

From behind them the driver peered up Jane's skirt. The bunched dress hung high on the cheeks of her buttocks and revealed a bald young snatch already well engorged, pink and wet. He crept forward encouraged by how beautifully the young girls clam was framed by the tops of her stockings and the frill of her skirt.

Darkness and confusion swirled about her as Jane serviced her mistress. Sensations seemed to be distorted as if happening to someone else. Her crotch shivered cold as if exposed to the night air; clamped thighs pressed and deafened her ears as she coated her mouth with pussy juice and dripping saliva. A jerking kick against her legs shunted her whole frame as the driver's rough legs forced themselves between her pale thighs and a warm hand smacked her rear end.

The driver settled between the girl's young legs. He could smell her sex, the musk of prolonged arousal and some previous sexual sessions. He wondered what other depravity she had performed that evening and wished he could have been a part of it too. She was so young he thought, but he planned to thoroughly fuck the anonymous youngster. 

Taking hold of her dress, the driver pushed the fabric up her back as far as it would go. His hands glided over the girls pale skin, along her spine and then around her ribs. He traced around to where her breasts hung below and took another hard handful.  

The ticklish fingering about her body and then harsh grasping of her poor teats forced Jane back to the cold damp present where she was trapped and helpless between her tutor and a stranger. She realised the driver's proximity to her exposed rump and prepared to get raped again.

As Jane's body reacted to his touch, the driver's cock stirred. Her unconscious attempts to clamp shut her legs failed on his denimed thighs and caused her pussy and ass to clench.

Feeling a lack of concentration, Mrs Donavan tugged on the red heads hair.

"Lick bitch! Or I'll strip you naked and dump you in the nearest biker bar where they'll fuck you to death."

The renewed gusto upon her clitoris indicated to Mrs Donavan that Jane could do better and that she didn't what to become a biker whore. With pleasure building again the tutor let go of the ginger hair and closed her eyes, becoming one with her body. 

Jane shut her eyes again from the sight of her tutor's pussy pressed so tight against her face. She buried her tongue in-between the tight vertical lips and tasted the salty sex growing wetter. As student and tutor locked together, Jane slumped down onto her elbows and further into the muddy earth.

With the girl's hips sliding down his legs, the driver released her tortured breasts, took hold of her waist and lifted her ass back up. With her head pinned down her back had to arch up. The curving spine presented Jane's slippery lips, spread open and ready to the horny driver to enjoy. 

Gliding his hands back through the cleft of her ass, the driver took hold of each cheek and squeezed them apart. First one then a second thumb probed into her wet hole confirming its readiness to receive his massive cock. Pulling one thumb out, he quickly undid his fly. The ridged member sprang out to hang between the girls thighs. His purple head, bumping against her belly, left precum trails connecting them.

Jane's nervous body clenched in expectation of an impending penis as she obeyed the directions given by the tugs and grinds about her face. 

Locked out from sight and sound by Mrs Donavan's legs all she could sense was the damp mud on her knees and elbows, a grinding snatch on her chin and callused hands on her ass. Then a pressure invaded into her tunnel as her labia were forced apart and the walls of her vagina squeezed open.

The driver dipped in, coated his penis in her juices and then pulled out. Spitting onto the hollow above her ass he smeared his already saturated member up along her slit and into his pooled sputum. Once he could see the moonlight glisten on her wet ass he edged back toward her abused entrance and thrust in hard from his hips. 

Her tight walls fought to accommodate more of his invading penis as it pressed in warmly. When resistance built he'd pull back almost all the way and then thrust back in harder to fill her pussy and press up against her cervix.

The driver's thrusting into her slim body forced Jane's face to pull free for a moment. Suddenly ungagged, she let go a girlish cry before Mrs Donavan clamped her back down onto the slathered pussy. Her body screamed in pain while she continued to endure their abuse in silence. 

They took their pleasure from each end of her body while Jane got bounced between them on the muddy ground, her freezing hands and knees slipping over the dirt. Her muscles strained to hold her up as her middle sagged down and dipped her breasts and dress into the wet mud.

The thrusting groin slapped again and again into the young girl's rear, shaking the trio apart and filling the air with her noisy slurps and yelps. Guttural sounds from the driver and building mummers of pleasure from the tutor now joined the sounds of sex echoing about the woods. 

The tutor and stranger continued their vocal escalation of ecstasy, each using the wet body before them without regard for their public setting or her wishes. As they grew in toward their sexual peaks the young lady, on all fours between them, became nothing more than a hole and a tongue.

An aching need from her clit drew Mrs Donavan's hand down. She started to whip and fan her fingers across the pink button in time with the girl's soft circling tongue. Alternating between dipping her fingers into her sex and thrashing her clit, the tutor yelped while Jane's tongue tried to keep up.

Pumping in and out of the unknown sex slave, the driver alternated between plunging in full and teasing shallow strokes. When he thrust in balls deep, he'd grip the soft flesh above her hips and pull back onto his stabbing cock. The driver hurried his pace, enjoying the view of naked back and head buried in another woman's twat. 

Growing all too much for him the tight velvet opening swallowed his engorged cock again and again as he felt his body getting ready. Placing his hand on her coccyx he began his final few pistons into her canal as his brimming, twitching dick neared its triumphant explosion.

The growing moaning cries of excitement from the other end signalled an imminent climax of the tutor as well. Their bodies in illicit union, from either end of the young girl's defilement, crashed over the edge. The driver fired first one, two then three spunky thrusts deep within her while the tutor rode the waves of multiple orgasms over her mouth and nose.




A Wet Walk Home Ch. 03



His white knuckles unclenched to release her flesh as Mrs Donavan let go the handfulls of hair. Then their fog of sex began to clear as the two abusers slipped out and pulled away. 

Once her tired limbs were released Jane collapsed, sliding down onto the earth. Her body fell limp in the muddy puddle now free from abuse and penetration. She curled up and hugged her legs, embracing the peaceful rest as seed slipped from between her red puckered pussy.

Tucking away their private parts the pair dressed themselves again. Once buttoned and zipped up they looked back at the prone girl they'd just had. Like a ragged sex doll, dumped and full of spunk she lay discarded, caked in mud and semi-conscious from post coitus exhaustion.

Jane stirred in the drunken fog. Dejected and unsatisfied, her body was a filthy mess both figuratively and literally. She could now feel his warm cum, a contrast to her freezing skin as it leaked out. Her clothes were still bunched about her chest and only the mud hid the modesty of her pale pink flesh. Exhausted, she'd still not moved or even opened her eyes. 

If they had left her, she would have happily slept there in that hovel, uncovered and exposed. Her defenceless holes open and available to the cocks of any tramps or passers-by who wanted to take her. 

The driver left quickly. Having got what he wanted he wasn't waiting for any fallout or consequences from this strange pair of sluts. His lorry rattled to life and rolled away as Mrs Donavan bent down beside her still sedate slave.

Careful to avoid the muddy mess, Mrs Donavan knelt by Jane and helped her get up. Low moans emerged from the messy heap as she turned and rose. Pulling her up onto her knees, Mrs Donavan watched clotted mud slip off her and splatter back onto to earth.

Jane stood carefully, pulling the white dress back over her dirty body. Some parts stuck in odd ways to her belly were a layer of mud had remained. The once white dress now looked like the skin of an absurd cow. She could feel wet earth between her fingers and under her toes as feeling returned to those extremities.

"Well you've ruined that dress you dirty strumpet," cried Mrs Donavan.

"Yes Miss."

"Don't think for a second you're getting in my car like that."

"No Miss."

The Shop assistant had been watching the whole episode from the corner of the petrol station court. His raging lust quenched only slightly by several furious wanks over their depravity.

"There's a hose by the car wash if that'll help," he offered, startling the two women with his unnoticed proximity and sudden interaction.

After a second Mrs Donavan realised he was the shop assistant she'd flashed Jane to earlier. She relaxed knowing what he had likely been doing out here while they fucked.

"Where is that?" asked the tutor.

"Here follow me."

The carwash sat closed and unlit behind the petrol pumps. The hose was curled up and attached to a tap in the wall. 

While Jane waited by the drainage cover hugging her cold wet body, Mrs Donavan went back to the car and fetched the bagged change of clothes. The station suddenly grew dim again and Jane realised Mrs Donavan had switched of the car lights and stereo.

"Would you mind helping her?" Mrs Donavan asked the shop assistant when she'd returned.

"Yeah, no problem," he replied taking the bag of clothes.

The assistant approached the barley clothed girl, still caked in dirt and wondered what he was supposed to do. In the dim moon light he could make out Jane's toned figure, her curves and folds obvious beneath the matted dress.

"A quick rinse with the hose I think," suggested the tutor from a safe distance.

Dropping the bag he unfurled the hose and switched it on. The water spurted out its end and onto the concrete. Directing its flow toward her he aimed it first onto Jane's sandaled feet then up her legs.

Jane felt the surge of icy water hit her on the legs. The cold was a sudden shock that forced a breathless scream from her belly. As she danced about to avoid the razor water, it mixed with the mud splatter on her body and ran off in brown rivers. The icy daggers followed her as she spun around looking for protection from the hose and getting none. Soon the spray had covered her entire body and the rivers started to flow clear into the grated drain.

"That's fine. Can you help her out of those wet things?" she asked the assistant.

He nodded back smiling. The shop assistant approached the drenched girl now able to see through the dress completely and ready to get his hands on her goods. 

As Jane shivered and hugged her own body he lent down, took hold of the dress and peeled it up her taught shivering form. Jane was far beyond caring about being stripped let lone seen by this stranger as the cold took away feeling from her hands and feet. 

Kneeling down he sat close to her shivering body. With his face inches from her groin he undid the studded sandals and delighted in the sight of her bare skin turning goose pimpled and the beads of water running down her sex. 

Jane hugged her chest and saw how he looked at her prone body, his warm with lust while hers' chattered in the cold. His heated hands, a small respite against her skin, took hold of the now torn tights and stripped them off too. 

When he had finished undressing the girl he collected all her items and offered them to Mrs Donavan. 

"In the bag," pointed the tutor, not wanting to get her own hands wet.

The assistant lifted the bag, which was now soaked from the hose, emptied it into the pooled water beside Jane and returned it to Mrs Donavan.

"Jane, would you get dressed. I think you've flashed this young man enough this evening."

Jane looked down at her destroyed shirt. It lay matted on the concrete beside her as wet as she was. Forced to strip naked only to have to dress again in more wet clothes, Jane suspected the point of all this was her further humiliation. She rung it out and pulled the flimsy garment over her wet hair hoping she wasn't going to be stripped again. Once on, the ripped shirt clung to her flesh like a second skin doing little to hide her naked breasts and hardened pink nipples.

With no further items found she followed after her tutor, back to the car and the relative modesty inside. Before she could grip the handle Mrs Donavan stopped her.

"What about the helpful young man?"

"Oh yes. Thank you sir."

"No girl, on your knees. Thank him with your mouth." 

The attendant beamed a smile as Jane resigned to the task and knelt before him to undo his trousers. She took him into her mouth hoping to finish quick and get out of the cold soon. He was already well aroused with precum flooding onto her lips and over her tongue. As she began swallowing him in she could feel him twitching already about to unload. After a few more swirling moans in her mouth he tensed up and shot his spunk over the back of her throat and tonsils.

Happy now, the young attendant did up his fly while Jane tried to swallow the taste of fresh cum out of her mouth. She padded back over to the passenger door of her tutors car but was again stopped. 

"I don't think so little one. Not it that soaked state," advised the stern mistress.

"But miss where can I sit?"

"You'll have to ride in the back."

As Jane moved to open the rear door she was yet again prevented, her tutor's finger pointing further back. The boot door popped open to reveal the cramped oily space that was to become her ride home.

"Would you mind helping her?" Mrs Donavan asked the hovering assistant.

"You bet ya," he delighted.

He tugged Jane toward the boot with a groping hand on her ass. Once there he helped lift her wet body onto the boot as he was tossed a pair of hand cuffs. 

"Better secure her. I don't want rolling about and getting hurt back there," advised the tutor

He placed them on Jane's compliant wrists and squeezed her body down into the space. He guided her in head first and paused half way. 

Her naked rear and bare legs hung helpless from the back. Unable to stop his molestations she was repaid the favour as he put his mouth into her sex. Once finished taking further advantage of her prone position he allowed her to curl up and fit in the boot. He took one more glance at the slutty girls exposed quim, naked ass and severe lack of clothing below the chest.

Jane felt one last humiliation before she was locked into the darkness like some emergency fuck doll. The brutal young man was forcing something between her defenceless pussy lips. Her exposed hole was stuffed once more, this time with the plastic vibrator from the porn shop.

With one final lecherous look over her body the assistant took a quick photo and closed the lid. He enjoyed her squirming and moaning as the vibrator kicked into life, capturing the moment of cringing lust on her face on his phone.

Trapped in the illumination of the dim red tail lights, Jane was cocooned in the cars metal trunk. She heard muffled voices of farewell outside, then the engine starting and the car taking off onto the road again. 

Between the hum of the road and the buzzing vibrator inside, Jane could not fight the swift build-up of need taking her over. She squirmed against cramped boot, carpet and handcuffs as her mind flashed on the memories of her depravity. With each recalled moment of humiliation came a hot wave of lust. 

Building with abandoned lust toward a glorious release, she accepted this moment of privacy and allowed herself to let go. She came hard in the isolated warmth of the cars boot, her orgasmic screaming drowned out by the loud engine.

In the driver's seat, Mrs Donavan enjoyed the high pitched yelps of sex from her student. The intimate moment caught on the active phone hidden beside her. Reaching over to the handset, Mrs Donavan unmuted the device.

"Well if you're quite finished Jane. We're nearly there."

In the dark Jane's face burned with embarrassment as she realised her abandonment had been witnessed. Once more a private act had been invaded against her will and at the cost of her dignity.

The relentless buzzing of the vibrator continued post climax and started to torment Jane's sensitive hole. Then suddenly she was thrust forward as the car pulled up to a halt. She heard a car door open and then close. Light flooded the dark place as Mrs Donavan opened the boot. An unsympathetic hand grabbed Jane's shoulder and pulled; she was scooped out and deposited onto the street in front of her family home. 

With her hands still cuffed behind her, Jane felt the relief of her pussy getting unplugged. Mrs Donavan made no further move to free her or help her and instead headed back toward the driver's seat. 

An alarming realisation hit Jane. She was standing in her street, barefoot, post orgasm in see-through clothes and handcuffs. Imagining having to ring her door bell and be seen in this current state, she decided to beg for mercy...

"Please don't leave me like this?" asked Jane, cuffed and dripping. She could see the cruel lust in her tutor's eyes and knew she was trapped.

"I suppose it is quite late," said Mrs Donavan. "Ok Jane you may stay with me tonight but you'll have to abide to my house rules."

"Yes miss."

"I wouldn't be so hasty to agree dear. There is only one bed to sleep in and you are haven't earned the right to use it."

"Ok," repeated Jane as she resigned herself to a sleepless night of submission.

"Even then you'll be kept tied naked and with your mouth clamped to my pussy till I tire of cumming. Then in the morning you'll serve as my pussy alarm clock."

"Yes miss."





Later on, back in Jane's home the phone rings. Her father answered it expecting that it to be Jane out late with her friends. His breathless daughter stuttered on to the other end.

"Hi Daddieee, hhm, I'll not be home tonight as I'm aghhh staying with Beth for a sleep over so I'll seeeeee you tomorrow after college."

"Is everything alright sweetie? You sound upset"

"Ohhh god, agh, no everything's ohaaagh, fine. I'll see you tomorrow daddy."







Jane quickly hung up the phone and let it drop to the floor glad that that was over. Her held back pain now released, Jane screeched as her tutor continued pushing deep into her rear. 

With hands trapped and each foot tied to a leg of the desk Jane had her anal virginity stolen.

Mrs Donavan continued to ram the strap on dildo into her student's well lubed hole as she planned the next outing with this sex crazed girl.



A Wet Walk Home



"I'm going to fuck you now Jane." It wasn't a question but she felt he was expecting more.

"Ok," she said, resigned to this fate, she had been since he mentioned the note on her ass.

"Get on the table," he demanded. 

She staggered around and mounted the small coffee table before her. He quickly mounted her too. 

"Ohh god you're so tight." 

While he pumped in and out he reached over and lifted a pen from the basket on the table. With a bigger marker he wrote on her lower back.

*Bill was in her*. Followed by an arrow pointing down.

After some time he told her to flip over and continued pumping. Free now he mauled her tits while Jane tried to look away. 

The wet felt surprised her as he began to write over her left breast. Jane looked down and saw *whore* printed on her body. 

It was all too much and as her body began to spasm and climax she faded out into her orgasm. 

Coming back into focus she realised Bill was about to cum as well, her legs held aloft as he viciously thrashed into her womb. A second wave took her as he splashed first in her then out and onto her stomach and breasts. 

As she panted catching her breath he smeared the cum over her breasts circling his mark.

"Whore," he stated.

"Yes," she whispered.

The Dryer was finished so bill retrieved her things. She was still lying there when he returned. He wiped his slick cock with her top, then his table top and finely her sodden pussy.

"So you'll be needing a lift home?"

The rain has stopped as the car pulled up at her house. They didn't speak on the way over. She had dressed in front of him while he grabbed his keys then followed him down to the car. Within ten minutes they were there. 

As she got out she felt his hand gripping her skirt, exposing her rear and pussy then lightly tugging.

"Nice house. I'll be seeing you around," he advised and let go. 

She nodded yes without even looking back.