A bitches downslope episode F ( renamed to Megan 's education 2 )

As the crowd closed in, megan was forced to observe the faces, recognize her classmates turned rapist who remorselessly approached her exhausted and helpless trunk. To her shock, she saw girls as well. Trish was a gripe, no doubt, but here the ones included her own friends, some members of bitch brigade. Others she 'd often chatted with in the canteen, shared her precious government note with, enjoyed being with ....

Megan 's mind refused to consent that they would violate her. Even if one girlfriend protested, defended her, she 'd be saved. It was a college after all. She knew she had enemies who always desired the worst for her, but she had Quaker too. Atleast she thought she did.

The first to hit her was a basketball player, henry, who grabbed her caput and began rubbing it on his engorged genitalia. It smelt of swither and piss, given he was n't into regular showers, and Megan remembered trying to enforce a, shower law on the team. Joseph Henry had found it stupe, and marginally irritating.

But for him, bare irritation was a serious issue, nobody messed with the team, and this bitch was trying to act like mom ? Hell, even his lady friend tolerated it, and if she could do it spending her waking hours wrapped around his dick, so could any young lady.

His blood starting to boil, he kicked her off his fork and unzipped, exposing a vast hairy fateful shaft, adequate to take in any girl bleed. Grabbing Megan 's dishevel hair, he shoved it in in one stroke, Megan not even bothering to protest. As trish had taught her shag was any day better than thrashing.

The dick squashed her lingua down, and grazed her teeth, the poor cunt ineffectual to open wider. But Patrick Henry knew what to do. Taking a handful of her fuzz, he began pulling hard, severely enough for her scalp to become visible as her hair tried desperately to hang up on. Megam felt as if her scalp itself was being ripped off. Her natural chemical reaction being to cry, she opened up half a inch more.

But no scream came. Instead, the peter went in more comfortably, until it was grazing the vertebral column of her mouth, initiating a gag reflex, which only had the effect of pressing her mouth tightly around his dick. Henry could enjoin the gripe could takr it, she 'd just not been opened enough. And given her bitchiness, she deserved to be not just opened, but splayed.

His thought and the new parsimony made him force even further down her pharynx. Megan 's dead body responded with more gagging as her throat began to be invaded. She felt she would n't be capable to take a breather any thirster, as she could tell the pecker bulging from inside her throat. She was going to suffocate.

But henry was n't so kind. Having explored her throat, he pulled out, his dick slick with spittle. Megan began choking and spluttering, her talk skepticism in her ability to deep pharynx only worsening her predicament. Henry watched amused. It was the Lapp with every bitch, including his lady friend who 'd taken two twenty-four hours to direct it all in. Megan was better, she 'd already taken the unit of it ; shame she had been a prude, she 'd possess made an idealistic devotee. But hell, he thought, no stage crying over lost chances. Rather, he should make her cry, for being what she was.

So the hawkshaw went in again, this time staying longer making megan again think of suffocating and dying. Again it came out, but did n't appease out. Instead it reversed power train at her lips and she was back to being stuffed. The next cycle was even shorter, and so on till megan was more concerned with her throat being rubbed raw than with dick asphyxiation.

Meanwhile, the remaining students had made a traffic circle around the duo, cheering and hollering each sentence henry pushed his pole in. If megan had known, she 'd give been shocked that her serious friend caroline was in fact standing a little way off, discreetly fingering her sex.

As Henry approached orgasm from the helpless ex-prude, the crowd began screaming in excitation. Almost all of them knew megan, and knew her bitchy attitude that made consensual sex a law-breaking. Well, she was getting her retribution now, and the crowd was bequeath to condone anyc crime that entailed.

Dicks were coming out, handwriting went to boob and pussy, and the crowd began to rub towards the bloated-cheeked megan. Patrick Henry knew the others were getting excited, but he couldnt service it. He 'd reach his gf suck him dry before leaving for college : megan wold get an special longsighted ride.

But the sheer tautness saved megan. Unable to hold on for long, she instinctively gagged again, this fourth dimension pushing him over. For megan, the gag was followed by a cruel knife thrust into her oesophagus, as she felt him run out directly into her throat. Joseph Henry savored the mint of the lost cunthead stuck on his pole, before pulling out and cleaning his dick on her face.

Henry walked off, leaving megan gasping amid the universal clamor for more. The circle closed in, helping hand outstretched for her luscious meat. Seconds later, her tits were being mauled like dinero, her mouth was again filled with dick and her slit and ass were being probed. To megan it felt like she was back in the bus, standing with one deal on the runway, being used in all means possible.The speed quickened as more and more people lined up and the ones in the back shoved for a piece of prude meat. Soon megan�s handwriting were grabbed and she was made to jack off two guys whom she had once tried to occlude for honours social club for fucking their lady friend before getting married. Not that she succeeded, but they remembered her nonetheless, and like a skillful many others, today was payback for them.

So now they stood on either side of the snatch, her farsighted fingers wrapped around their pecker, making a nice contrast given her ignite nail polish. Megan, in fact was not even mindful where her hands were. All her attention was focused on the effort to breathe between deep throating strokes that the guys all seemed adequate to of. She was sometimes made to look up at their sneering faces as they enjoyed a female head move up and down their perch, especially one that was usually arranging for chastity movement. They wished they had been the one to mar her and savour the pain in her eyes. But they nevertheless used her with gay abandon, refusing to tolerate her to even splutter between blowjobs.

At the other end, the penny-pinching guy who had firstly got her pussy had been pushed away by a buddy-buddy black female, who was busy poking and pinching the poor ill-treat sex of the other female child. Her nails were long, and when she pushed her finger's breadth into the slut�s twat, megan felt as if nails were ripping the sides of her tender walls. She tried to shake them off, only to have them dig deeper into her womb. The black girl, called Shawna, knew well that her nails won�t do any serious damage, as she herself had undergone such treatment at 14. But she still wanted to smart, and so kept up the rape. Eventually tiring of this, she let one of the all to desperate boy to throw the gob, and contented herself trying to see how far her heels would go into the asshole.

The two handjob Guy were by now nearing climax, given their hatred for the slit in presence of them sharpened their lust manifold paper. However, they didn�t simply want to delight her, they wanted to take down her. So when the 10th guy at her mouth was done, they moved in front of her, her work force still on their peter. Megan instantly recognized the duo, and a impression of awe crept through her. They had made no enigma of their hatred for her, and now she was at their mercy. The end one hour had convinced her that nobody would bother to save her, or even speak up for her. Her friends were either meddlesome raping her, or were Thomas More interested in their own work now that megan was useless to their needs. At the Sami wink, they came, making trusted they sprayed their cum on her human face, her pilus and her lips, till Meagan felt she would drown in it. They then placed their dicks on her question and got the black young woman to click a pic of her. She remembered how she�d made them pose with celibacy thrust posters, threatening to get them kicked out if they didn�t. Now, with their triumphant artillery of cunt destruction triumphantly above her shoot down forefront, it seemed she�d come full circle. Megan began to cry again. Would everything she cherished be reversed one by one ?

The duo now grabbed her hair and made her stare directly at them. They were smiling. Suddenly, she felt a boot on her tum and doubled over, pushing the heel in her ass even deeper. Her fountainhead hit one guy�s foot, and he promptly raised it to clear the impact worse. Megan, stunned, was pushed back up. The former guy meanwhile had placed his ft above her psyche, the result being she slammed into his skid as she went up. Megan�s oral sex was aching like anything, and her sight was getting fuzzyfrom the retell strike. She somehow attained a kneeling position, staring at four men in front of her. Two of the guys, she saw, removed their shoes and raised it to her mouth, already leaking cum from the legion visits it had had.

Megan unquestioningly took the toes in her oral cavity and began to lick them like asshole, only that these were far more smelly and made her gag from the perceptiveness. Still, she didn�t want another kick so she kept up the licking, followed by sucking the toes one by one. The other two placed their putz on her headspring from the back, like an obscene tiara along the middle of her hair. The guy now pulled his toes out and instead pressed it firmly on her case, such that she could only stare at the swarthiness of his feet. Unknown to her, Shawna was fussy clicking away at her misery, ensuring that the cum and the humiliation were clearly visible on her face. After all, these were going to be megan�s CV when she applied for a whore�s job some day�

One of the guys now began to fish out something which looked like a poster. Megan realized, to her revulsion, that it was the poster she had designed for the forthcoming feminist�s seminar in the college. caducous spent atleast a hebdomad designing it, and she�d been proud of how it showed the woman with her animal foot on the Earth. It seemed to fit the theme of women�s empowerment. The guys spread the design out, such that it covered her torso completely like a shroud. Then they made her lie down with only her look seeable. They�d have liked to cut out holes, but they made it up by rippin the parts above her breast and cunt, without wrecking the image of the charwoman. Then they each placed a foot on her venter, right above the woman�s facial expression ( in the bill ), and clicked a pic, making indisputable that megan was looking directly into the camera.

Their fun complete, the duo now headed back, leaving megan to reimburse from her morning ordeals. Only the black bitch remained, she getting her attendance from cums instead of classes. She hoisted the devastated megan up, and draped the notice on her, making sure as shooting her cunt and tits were on display. Megan, now wearing her own poster fastened with oarlock like a towel, began the long walk of life towards the now empty portico. To keep back her motivate, Shawna kept kicking the miserable cunt every few tone, making sure it landed on the part exposed by the cut outs she�d made off her ass.

Megan no longer seemed to register the kicks and swearword. Her nous was in electric shock. How could everything collapse like this ? she�d hoped that even if she herself was enslaved, the cunt of bitch brigade would keep up the work. Hadn�t she taught them to stand up to men ? to defend women�s sake ( as she defined them ), best as they could. To hold up the patrols and postering to limit iniquity on the campus ? where were they now ? Meagan could tell the duo had somehow accessed the main boxers of the kick brigade position, or they�d be unable to get the poster. Plus, the absence of any bitch brigade member during her distortion did not bode well. She�d made them take an oath that they�d protect any young woman in distress. word must experience reached the classes, yet not one person came. Whatever happened to the bitch brigade ? and whatever was going to find to the seminar ? she�d spent an age organizing it. How could she do it now, being herded to the college building with her own poster obscenely draped around her ? whatever would anyone think of the vaunted bitch brigade if they found them messing up like this ? and her going about like a slovenly woman in pauperism of peter ? she didn�t even defy think of the moment, but the motion kept nagging her - was everything she�d created going to go down with her ?

However, first she�d to fend for herself. Shawna, it seemed, had been only interested in kicking and humiliating her as much as possinle. Once it was done, she walked off, leaving megan alone for the kickoff time since last eventide in the Grant Wood. Megans mind instantly began to recollect of ways to run. Wouldn�t it be comfortable if she could just head back home ? she had her bag, meaning she had her locker samara and some money. She�d then leave abode or something�.her wild hopes came to the ground when she turned a corner and looked straight at herself. Naked, and giving a blowjob on her knee joint to a person she knew as stewie. It was a life size flex board, placed where yesterday the kick brigade seminar promulgation had been. She remembered having to fight with the cheerleaders for that hallowed situation, and she�d won it by tripping Trish and Shawna onto their own bill poster, thereby ruining it. Now her own ruin was displayed for all to see. Megan fell to her knees, crying.

She didn�t remain there for long. The sweeper soon came round of drinks, and swept his mop over her, opening the flag and exposing her naked eubstance. He then proceeded to thoroughly clean the part of floor that was megan, and completed it by emptying his bucket of water on the puss. He too hated the way she�d behaved with the staff, and had punished her in his own way.

Megan�s �dress� was now ruined, simply because the mop had carried off the fall. So she somehow crawled to her footlocker, and fished out the alteration of clothes she kept in vitrine of emergencies.It was typically buttoned-down, a Black person blouse with jeans that were to a greater extent loose than soaked. There was no underclothes though, and megan went through the odd experience of her nips rubbing against the fabric as her mammilla hung out of the blouse. For the firat time in her life, she felt conscious of her figure, wondering if the sagging bustline was due to miss of lingerie or the time of day in the tit crush. Her pussy also felt odd, the lips rubbing against the common crotch.

But megan had more worrying issues. She was recently, and doubtless would take in to enter a class full of rapists and friend-turned-haters. But there was no option, her parents would kill her if attendance dipped. Reluctantly, she climbed the stairs and approached her comprehensive engineering class.

Unlike other days when she was late, nobody acknowledged that the most sinewy young lady in college had just arrived. The teacher, mrs Elizabeth Taylor, merely looked up and asked her to occupy her hind end. Relieved, she went to her usual buns, which was between caroline and another bitch called mandy. Both pretended she was n't there. That was n't unusual given the telephone call she 'd received last Night. She lowered her ass to the keister, and jumped up.

The seat had an attached dildo ! Megan had landed right on top, almost pushing it into her ass. The guys started sniggering, and the young lady either giggled or pretended she was a leper. Megan, still standing, looked at St. John, sitting lazily between stewie and mark. He nodded.

Megan, having no options if she were to sit, undid her pants and settled down, taking the dildo into her cumdry slit. Luckily, mrs taylor did n't placard. Megan now saw a pair of mamilla clamp on her desk, which, without intellection, she quietly placed on her smack. Her desperation made her ignore the shocked stare of the instructor, who was a firm suspensor of bitch brigade.

However, megan knew that her options were limited. Mark was gently poking her ass with his foot, while stewie had what looked like a dart in his hand, ,aimed at the side of her pap. She did n't even require to screw what john was upto.

So, her pussy stuffed and tang crushed, megan tried to digest on studies. Mrs taylor had recovered from the shock, and was trying to make up for lost clock time by asking for mass 's projection. Megan felt a dead weight in her stomach : she wo n't be the only one to overleap out, but it would be her first time. Tense, she looked as one by one the son and girl began giving theirs. Stewie gave his, a 50 pageboy tome, stigmatize a 3 page excuse for not doing any work. side by side came john. Saint John the Apostle ? He did n't belong to her class ! But he was pulling out a project, no a packet of ... ..megan almost fainted as fruition hit her.

It was her cum drenched ruin from the bus. She looked on as John the Divine explained that he was in form primarily to give her labor, given she was expected late. The teacher took it, and examined the capacity. She turned to megan.

'' Is this a joke ? ``

'' no ma 'm '' Megan 's voice failed her for the first sentence in class.

'' then what is this ... ..this .... ''

'' My project ma 'm. It got a bit wet. '' The nerdy young woman giggled.

'' And how exactly did it end up like this ? Did you EAT it ? ``

'' Yes ma 'm '' bout were welling up in her centre, but she had no escape. Trish, at a diagonal, was poking her ass with her heels.

Mrs Deems Taylor stood shell shocked. But megan went on with a severely kick to her ass.

'' Yes ma 'm. I stuffed it in my vagina, ripped it to slice and ate it. That 's why I was late. ``

The class was utterly silent. Many of the goody citizenry gaped, others laughed and trish stuffed her heel into Megan 's ass. Megan herself was in utter shock absorber. She 'd had high nonsuch of education, of her charge in life, to be fulfilled through education. Now, she was handing a cum drenched joke to her pet teacher, while sitting on a dildo with a bounder up her ass. She wanted to die.

It took mrs President Taylor wax 5 minutes to retrieve, in which metre stewie fired his dart, which got stuck at the side of her tit, obscenely advertising her excruciation. Trish s hound went out and kicked in again, making the helpless and utterly humiliated girl writhe on the dildo.

Finally the instructor spoke `` get out '' megan wanted the Sami, and got up to rush out to escape the horror. she forgot she 'd removed the jean, and trish obligingly pulled it down as she got up. a collective joke erupted as her cum-covered sex was revealed. A signaling from mark made her movement without the jeans.

But it only worsened matters. The jean were bunched around her peg, and she tripped, taking caroline with her as she landed hard on the story. A, secondly later, caroline was inch from her expression, but her grammatical construction was anything but sympathetic, not even shocked at, being knocked over. It was lusty.

In the little time they lay, on top, carol raised her head to receive Megan 's lips, and the two kissed. Megan could hardly conceive it as her intimately friend smooched her like a lover. Like a lover ! Somehow the affection made her forget her predicament and she went on kissing the girlfriend.

Mrs taylor was not amused. She 'd hoped to clear the class of the nuisance as fast as possible. Instead, two little girl were kissing at her feet, one, naked down the waist. Disgusted, she kicked the duo, effectively hitting caroline, who rolled over to avoid more. But megan refused to let go, and the two kept kissing. Thomas More kicks followed, some coming from enthusiastic students.this clip, megan rolled.

And so ut went on. The bizarre setting of a teacher kicking two lesbian girl out as they kissed went into many phone cameras, ready for upload to facebook no doubt. Finally, mrs Elizabeth Taylor, exhausted and disgusted equally, pushed them out into the corridor, out of passel of her aroused class.

Megan 's side was burning. She wished she could get up and run out of class. Bu the taste of carol was too much for the marriageable cunt. She just could n't let go of the diffuse lips which had always parotted whatever she said. Just like she could n't believe what was happening, it was too flakey to conceive yet it was material enough. And her desire was real too, her vagina smearing succus onto her booster cunt area and thighs as they had rolled.

Megan 's hands now instinctively went Christmas carol 's tits, Pressed against her as they lay together. They felt big and indulgent, her digit digging into the meat that megan had ensured remained confined in tight bandeau and loose clothes, till carol herself had wondered if there was any tip having tits if only she noticed them. Now the like megan, degraded and abused beyond either girl 's vision ( or any guy s wet dream ), was busy clawing off the clothes she 'd been majestic to see on Carol 's body.

The gay woman luxuria caused a desperate scramble as nipple, snatch and rim sought out the other 's in frantic precipitation, the desires of their young lifetime bursting Forth River as the dam of modesty was broken once and for all. Sadly for megan, she was n't meant to savor love in peace.

Class dissolved without either female child raising her pass. The grade pooled out, snidely admiring the two lithe bodies locked in love in the enactment like a brace of cuspid having sex. John had decided to get rid of Megan 's jeans, and combust her blouse with his lighter the import he saw the discarded peck of apparel. But if he had hoped to take her with him, he was partly disappointed.

Taylor seemed Scheol knack on taking the two girls to chore. She made both girls get up and trace her to the school principal s chamber. Megan felt scared, she was, sure she 'd be kicked out of college. How would she confront her parents ? Especially when they learnt the cause ?

The three entered the big formal looking bedchamber that megan was so familiar with thanks to her beef brigade job. Taylor closed the door and locked it. Never a adept sign, given that it usually meant a long academic session. President Taylor now went to the desk and mr Leslie Howard Stainer, the head looked up. She spoke in hushed spokesperson and he nodded. Then he reached up and squeezed President Taylor 's tit.

Megan was n't sure she 'd seen it right. Elizabeth Taylor being molested ? Was n't she the most straight ( read frigid ) woman on the campus ? However, howard merely went on feeling her, as Joseph Deems Taylor parted her leg slightly for light admittance. Megan looked at carol to see her face filled with lustfulness. The poor miss had lost her modesty completely.

Eventually, Leslie Howard Stainer motioned for the two females to do forward. They obeyed like zombies, standing where the desk ended. Howard, wordless still, reached out and squeezed Megan 's titty, then carol 's. He appeared amused, and asked Joseph Deems Taylor to prepare them.

Taylor, that frosty woman, seemed to know a smashing lot about females. Ahe expertly took the two teenage kitty-cat on fling, and soon megan and carol were wet, their fear giving way to a surreal lust as they longed for each other, for Deems Taylor, for Leslie Howard Stainer, for any male or female who 'd fuck them.

But President Taylor did n't oblige by taking them to orgasM. Instead, she dragged the two by their hair and laid them face down on the desk, megan tit being pressed by a paperweight and her pussy enjoying the aplomb ac air. She prepared for her coming fuck, instead she felt something at her ass, something that was too fragile to be a prick and too flexible to be a butt wad. Unfortunately for her, the closed book was soon solved.

Megan felt liquidity pour into her bowels as she lay helpless for a screw that never came. The liquidness filled in steadily, the coldness shocking the poor cunt. But she lay there, undergoing the singular sentiency of having an enema in the principal s chamber.

Howard stood back in atonement. President Taylor had informed him that megan was quite 'used', and carol needed to be readied. Instead, he now stood there, watching the two tubes fill the bowel as President Taylor took his dick between her breast. His mind went back to when he 'd cave in the poor adult female, ironically with Megan 's help.

Taylor was always the leader of libber rallies, standing beside megan as she read out from gerda Alan Jay Lerner in gripe seminars. He 'd decided he 'd take both, starting with megan. It had been accident that 'd had brought him charlotte, or Elizabeth Taylor as the domain knew her.

megan had brought a grand intent for a feminist newsletter, which had Charlotte taylor inscribed boldly at the recommendations newspaper column. Howard had just increased his own remuneration, and was n't least worry in more expenses. So he was about to grow the aegir girl down when he had an approximation. He asked for a detailed budget, which the meticulous pussy had prepare. He askec her to leave it with him, and she left. He cooly changed the numbers racket, so the total did n't tally, and asked megan to get the O.K. budget. Megan, too energize, forgot to swan the number, ending up spending $ 10000 to a greater extent than was sanctioned. It was really a question of which pussy to take now, megan and taylot being equally compromised. Again, an accident helped.

Shocked at belatedly realizing her erroneous belief, megan had innocently asked howard what could be done. He 'd asked her to commute the name of in charge from taylor to herself, thus making herself more vulnerable. Megan forgot or did n't nark, and funnily, howard did too. Nwt resultant was when he made the threatening call to the wrongdoer, it was Taylor 's mature articulation he heard.

Blackmail was something Howard was unspoiled at. so he had charlotte taylor at his desk at 8 am and his foot at 8 15. He still remembered how he 'd slapped her time and again, pinching her ample nipple and kicking her sex to make her submit. And she did. He remembered the first tentative digit reaching for his zipper, the pleading heart of the poor fair sex as she knelt and sucked cock like a whore, the rent which were lost In his dickhairs. It had felt warm taking the woman 's mouth, the red lipstick framing his dick beautifully as he enjoyed pushing her head in and out. And then he 'd come, spilling the sludge all over her otherwise fairly face, taking care to surface her hair.

As she 'd broken down crying, he 'd roughly draw her to the same desk, and had sampled her maw. In the starting time of many ravishment, he 'd take a shit her beg for his cock, thank him for each jab, and gain once and for all she was property.

Now he saw two snatch before him, naked with steadily bloating bellies as Deems Taylor, now adept at sucking and eff, increased the pressure with one hand as she kept up the blwojob. Howard knew some worthy guy had broken Megan, he 'd seen thd fb picture. He felt pleased. Not only was megan too usable now, it also meant the younger generation had imbibed his time value. Pleased would be an understatement, he felt proud.

The girls were bloating up well by now. But he kept up the press, ensuring that both cunts were soon pleading for release. But there was none. Zachary Taylor could be a mean bitch, but he let her deliver her way.

Megan could tell her bowel were stretching as her sphincters began to scream in objection. She tried to get up to ease the pain, but it only made Zachary Taylor energy her back down. Beside her, carol s face was reflecting her own feelings. Her heart were fill up, her teeth clenched in grim desperation. Megan herself felt she 'd erupt. She could feel her tummy bloating, her own endurance reaching breaking point.

Howard looked on in joy as the two puss panted and groaned as the metro remorselessly poured in piddle into their lost whoreson. Both, he guessed, had maternity grade swelled tummies now. He reached out and close down the machine.

President Taylor now pulled the two puss up, plugging the muddle to prevent premature pooping. The two girls were then led out, taylor walking two steps behind the jailed duo. Megan could hardly believe that she could no longer see her stage no subject how she looked down. All she saw was her fattened pot, bouncing from the high liquid contentedness in its interior. Beside her carol was crying, her physical structure fighting against her will as each step made life worse for the plump cunt.

Finally, the two twat were brought to the girls shower room where they were asked to put on some very minimal clothing. Then they were led out to the waiting arena. Megan, as so often in the past, began to think the prognostication were not skilful. She felt she was right when she saw two couplet begin to walk in.

The number one was Christmas carol 's parents, followed by her own. Megan 's tummy did a somersault flop, making the pressing almost unbearable. Her parents came near, and stopped deadened when they saw her bloated tummy, in no way concealable by the skimpy top and shorts.

Taylor smiled, and In a Sceloporus occidentalis motion pulled the plug out, in another she was turned around, her ass facing her shocked parents. Megan held on, against all odds, refusing to be humiliated, to do what Deems Taylor desired. sentence stopped still, and she felt she was winning. She sighed in relief : the dam burst.

As waves of rilievo washed over the distended tummy, undulation of ass fluids flew out of the wretched bitch s asshole, making moving ridge in the air before crashing into her parents clothes. Her ass clenched and released time and again, vomiting fluids it was never meant to accommodate. And each landed in rythmic motion on her Padre 's cause, her mother 's dress, her humiliation splattered over every concievable control surface. Unnoticed by her, carol had begun as well, making for two fountains spraying piss all over their parents.

finally, exhausted, megan collapsed, her knee joint and then her body landing place in her own food waste, in her own chagrin. For a minute clock time again stood still, and then it hit her. She 'd just crapped in front of her parents. She 'd always tried to be the apotheosis little girl, the ideal daughter. Now it lay ruined with her parents soggy wearing apparel and her own nudity. She 'd exposed herself to the one part of her existence that she 'd been most desperate to conceal her degradation from. She was no longsighted their daughter, , she 'd suit a whore in everyone 's eyes.

( To be continued )