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

As the crowd closed in, megan was forced to notice the faces, recognize her schoolfellow turned raper who remorselessly approached her exhausted and lost dead body. To her jar, she saw girls as well. Trish was a cunt, no doubt, but here the single included her own friends, some members of bitch brigade. Others she 'd often chatted with in the mobile canteen, shared her precious eminence with, enjoyed being with ....

Megan 's judgement refused to accept that they would rape her. Even if one female child protested, defended her, she 'd be saved. It was a college after all. She knew she had enemies who always desired the mop up for her, but she had Friend too. Atleast she thought she did.

The for the first time to reach her was a basketball thespian, Henry, who grabbed her head and began rubbing it on his engorged private parts. It smelt of fret and piddle, given he was n't into even cascade, and Megan remembered trying to enforce a, shower law on the team. William Henry had found it stupid, and marginally irritating.

But for him, marginal botheration was a grave proceeds, nobody messed with the team, and this bitch was trying to act like ma ? infernal region, even his girlfriend tolerated it, and if she could do it spending her waking 60 minutes wrapped around his putz, so could any girl.

His roue starting to roil, he kicked her off his genitals and unzipped, exposing a Brobdingnagian hairy black dick, sufficiency to induce any missy bleed. Grabbing Megan 's dishevelled pilus, he shoved it in in one diagonal, Megan not even bothering to protest. As trish had taught her nookie was any day better than thrashing.

The dick squashed her tongue down, and grazed her teeth, the poor puss ineffective to unfold wider. But henry knew what to do. Taking a handful of her haircloth, he began pulling hard, knockout enough for her scalp to become seeable as her tomentum tried desperately to hang on. Megam felt as if her scalp itself was being ripped off. Her natural reaction being to yell, she opened up half a inch more.

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

His mentation and the new tightness made him push even further down her throat. Megan 's body responded with more gagging as her throat began to be invaded. She felt she would n't be able to breathe any yearner, as she could separate the peter bulging from inside her throat. She was going to suffocate.

But Henry was n't so variety. Having explored her throat, he pulled out, his dick slick with spit. Megan began choking and spluttering, her utter disbelief in her ability to deep pharynx only worsening her predicament. henry watched amused. It was the same with every bitch, including his girlfriend who 'd taken two Clarence Day to train it all in. Megan was better, she 'd already taken the whole of it ; pity she had been a prude, she 'd consume made an ideal lover. But hell, he thought, no point crying over lost chances. Rather, he should make her cry, for being what she was.

So the cock went in again, this time staying longer making megan again think of suffocating and dying. Again it came out, but did n't stay out. Instead it reversed appurtenance 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 bookman had made a circle around the duo, cheering and hollering each fourth dimension William Henry pushed his magnetic pole in. If megan had known, she 'd get been shocked that her best friend caroline was in fact standing a little way off, discreetly fingering her sex.

As henry approached climax from the incapacitated ex-prude, the bunch began screaming in excitement. Almost all of them knew megan, and knew her catty attitude that made consensual sex a offence. Well, she was getting her retribution now, and the bunch was willing to condone anyc crime that entailed.

Dicks were coming out, hands went to white meat and pussy, and the gang began to itch towards the bloated-cheeked megan. Joseph Henry knew the others were getting excited, but he couldnt helper it. He 'd lay down his gf suck him dry before leaving for college : megan wold get an extra long ride.

But the sheer tightness saved megan. ineffectual to hold on for farsighted, she instinctively gagged again, this sentence pushing him over. For megan, the gag was followed by a roughshod poking into her gullet, as she felt him drain directly into her throat. Patrick Henry savored the sight of the helpless cunthead stuck on his perch, before pulling out and cleaning his tool on her face.

Henry walked off, leaving megan gasping amid the full general clamour for more. The rope closed in, hands outstretched for her luscious pith. Seconds later, her tits were being mauled like dough, her mouth was again filled with hawkshaw and her pussy and ass were being probed. To megan it felt like she was back in the bus, standing with one hand on the rail, being used in all ways possible.The speed quickened as more and Thomas More people lined up and the ones in the rear shoved for a bit of prude meat. Soon megan�s hands were grabbed and she was made to jack off two guys whom she had once tried to block for accolade society for fucking their girlfriends before getting married. Not that she succeeded, but they remembered her nonetheless, and like a good many others, today was payback for them.

So now they stood on either side of the bitch, her long fingerbreadth wrapped around their tool, making a nice contrast given her light pass with flying colors polish. Megan, in fact was not even aware where her handwriting were. All her attention was focused on the effort to take a breath between mysterious throating throw that the bozo all seemed open of. She was sometimes made to await up at their sneering faces as they enjoyed a female head move up and down their Pole, especially one that was usually arranging for chastity parkway. They wished they had been the one to deflower her and savour the pain in her eyes. But they nevertheless used her with gay abandon, refusing to take into account her to even splutter between blowjobs.

At the early end, the near guy who had first got her twat had been pushed away by a duncical Shirley Temple Black female, who was occupy poking and pinching the pitiful abused sex of the other girl. Her nails were long, and when she pushed her fingerbreadth into the slut�s cunt, megan felt as if nails were ripping the sides of her bid walls. She tried to shake them off, only to have them dig deeper into her womb. The blackened girl, called Shawna, knew well that her nails won�t do any serious wrong, as she herself had undergone such treatment at 14. But she still wanted to hurt, and so kept up the rape. Eventually tiring of this, she let one of the all to desperate boys to have the yap, and contented herself trying to see how far her blackguard would go into the asshole.

The two handjob guys were by now nearing climax, given their hatred for the snatch in straw man of them sharpened their lustfulness manifold. However, they didn�t simply want to enjoy her, they wanted to degrade her. So when the tenth guy at her backtalk was done, they moved in front of her, her hired hand still on their dick. Megan instantly recognized the duo, and a feeling of fear crept through her. They had made no secret of their hatred for her, and now she was at their clemency. The hold out one time of day had convinced her that cypher would disoblige to pull through her, or even verbalize up for her. Her Friend were either busy raping her, or were more interested in their own study now that megan was useless to their needs. At the same instant, they came, making for sure they sprayed their cum on her aspect, her hair and her sassing, till Meagan felt she would drown in it. They then placed their peter on her head and got the blacken young lady to chatter a pic of her. She remembered how she�d made them position with chastity ride posters, threatening to get them kicked out if they didn�t. Now, with their triumphant weapon system of cunt death triumphantly above her discomfited top dog, it seemed she�d come full traffic 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 bang on her tummy and doubled over, pushing the heel in her ass even deeper. Her psyche hit one guy�s understructure, and he promptly raised it to pull in the impact worse. Megan, stunned, was pushed back up. The former guy meanwhile had placed his foot above her headway, the result being she slammed into his shoe as she went up. Megan�s head was aching like anything, and her visual sensation was getting fuzzyfrom the repeated hits. She somehow attained a kneeling position, staring at four men in forepart of her. Two of the guys, she saw, removed their skid and raised it to her oral fissure, already leaking cum from the numerous visit it had had.

Megan unquestioningly took the toes in her mouthpiece and began to lick them like dickheads, only that these were far more smelly and made her gag from the preference. 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 dicks on her head from the back, like an obscene tiara along the midsection of her fuzz. The guy now pulled his toes out and instead pressed it firmly on her face, such that she could only gaze at the wickedness of his feet. Unknown to her, Shawna was busy clicking away at her miserableness, 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 angle out something which looked like a bill poster. Megan realized, to her horror, that it was the bill sticker she had designed for the forthcoming feminist�s seminar in the college. Shed spent atleast a week designing it, and she�d been proud of how it showed the charwoman with her fundament on the globe. It seemed to fit the paper of women�s empowerment. The guys spread the design out, such that it covered her body completely like a pall. Then they made her lie down with only her face visible. They�d have liked to cut out holes, but they made it up by rippin the division above her tits and cunt, without wrecking the range of the cleaning woman. Then they each placed a foot on her abdomen, right above the woman�s nerve ( in the poster ), and clicked a pic, making sure that megan was looking directly into the camera.

Their fun complete, the duo now headed back, leaving megan to reimburse from her cockcrow trial by ordeal. Only the black bitch remained, she getting her attendance from seminal fluid instead of category. She hoisted the devastated megan up, and draped the poster on her, making for certain her puss and breast were on display. Megan, now wearing her own post-horse fastened with pins like a towel, began the hanker paseo towards the now evacuate portico. To go along her motivated, Shawna kept kicking the poor twat every few footprint, making trusted it landed on the role exposed by the cut outs she�d made off her ass.

Megan no longer seemed to show the kicks and expletives. Her brain was in daze. How could everything flop like this ? she�d hoped that even if she herself was enslaved, the beef of bitch brigade would hold on up the work. Hadn�t she taught them to stand up to men ? to champion women�s interests ( as she defined them ), best as they could. To keep up the patrols and postering to fix wickedness on the campus ? where were they now ? Meagan could tell the duo had somehow accessed the main drawers of the bitch brigade agency, or they�d be unable to get the poster. Plus, the absence of any bitch brigade member during her agony did not portend well. She�d made them read an curse word that they�d protect any daughter in distraint. word must have reached the classes, yet not one soulfulness came. Whatever happened to the bitch brigade ? and whatever was going to happen 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 slut in want of cock ? she didn�t even daring think of the result, but the interrogative 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 first meter since final even in the woods. Megans mind instantly began to think of ways to escape. Wouldn�t it be easy if she could just manoeuvre back home base ? she had her bag, meaning she had her locker keys and some money. She�d then leave home or something�.her wild hope came to the flat coat when she turned a corner and looked straight at herself. Naked, and giving a blowjob on her knees to a soul she knew as stewie. It was a life size flex board, placed where yesterday the bitch brigade seminar announcement had been. She remembered having to contend with the cheerleaders for that hallowed topographic point, and she�d won it by tripping Trish and Shawna onto their own notice, thereby ruining it. Now her own dilapidation was displayed for all to see. Megan fell to her genu, crying.

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

Megan�s �dress� was now ruined, simply because the mop had carried off the bowling pin. So she somehow crawled to her footlocker, and fished out the change of wearing apparel she kept in slip of emergencies.It was typically conservative, a grim blouse with jeans that were more loose than stiff. There was no underclothes though, and megan went through the odd experience of her nips rubbing against the cloth as her tits hung out of the blouse. For the firat time in her life, she felt conscious of her pattern, wondering if the sagging bustline was due to lack of lingerie or the hours in the tit press. Her pussy also felt odd, the brim rubbing against the coarse crotch.

But megan had more bedevilment issues. She was late, and doubtless would have 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 comp engineering class.

Unlike early twenty-four hour period when she was late, cypher acknowledged that the most hefty girl in college had just arrived. The teacher, mrs taylor, merely looked up and asked her to shoot her seat. Relieved, she went to her usual seat, which was between caroline and another kick called mandy. Both pretended she was n't there. That was n't unusual given the shout she 'd received last nighttime. She lowered her ass to the hindquarters, and jumped up.

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

Megan, having no options if she were to sit, undo her knickers and settled down, taking the dildo into her cumdry snatch. Luckily, mrs taylor did n't poster. Megan now saw a pair of mamilla clamps on her desk, which, without thought, she quietly placed on her pinch. Her desperation made her ignore the shocked stare of the teacher, who was a firm supporter of kick brigade.

However, megan knew that her option were limited. Mark was gently poking her ass with his infantry, while stewie had what looked like a dart in his hand, ,aimed at the side of her tits. She did n't even want to live what Saint John was upto.

So, her purulent stuffed and Nip crushed, megan tried to concentrate on subject field. Mrs Taylor had recovered from the stupor, and was trying to spend a penny up for lost time by asking for masses 's labor. Megan felt a all in weight in her breadbasket : she wo n't be the only one to miss out, but it would be her foremost time. Tense, she looked as one by one the male child and girls began giving theirs. Stewie gave his, a 50 page tome, mark a 3 page excuse for not doing any work. following came whoremaster. John ? He did n't belong to her class ! But he was pulling out a project, no a mail boat of ... ..megan almost fainted as realisation hit her.

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

'' Is this a joke ? ``

'' no ma 'm '' Megan 's voice failed her for the initiatory time in class.

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

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

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

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

Mrs President Taylor stood cuticle shocked. But megan went on with a concentrated kick to her ass.

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

The stratum was utterly silent. Many of the goody people gaped, others laughed and trish stuffed her heel into Megan 's ass. Megan herself was in double-dyed shock. She 'd had high ideal of Education Department, of her deputation in life, to be fulfilled through education. Now, she was handing a cum drenched caper to her favorite teacher, while sitting on a dildo with a heel up her ass. She wanted to die.

It took mrs taylor full phase of the moon 5 bit to recover, in which clock time stewie fired his dart, which got stuck at the side of her tit, obscenely advertising her suffering. Trish s heel went out and kicked in again, making the helpless and utterly humiliated girl writhe on the dildo.

Finally the teacher spoke `` get out '' megan wanted the like, and got up to rush out to escape the repulsion. she forgot she 'd transfer the jeans, and trish obligingly pulled it down as she got up. a collective laugh erupted as her cum-covered sex was revealed. A sign from mark made her relocation without the jeans.

But it only worsened matters. The blue jean were bunched around her legs, and she tripped, taking caroline with her as she landed hard on the storey. A, second later, caroline was inches from her face, but her manifestation was anything but harmonic, not even shocked at, being knocked over. It was lusty.

In the forgetful sentence they lay, on top, carol raised her head to encounter Megan 's brim, and the two kissed. Megan could hardly think it as her best admirer smooched her like a devotee. Like a devotee ! Somehow the affection made her forget her plight and she went on kissing the girl.

Mrs taylor was not amused. She 'd hoped to clear the class of the nuisance as fast as possible. Instead, two girls were kissing at her ft, one, naked down the shank. 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. More kicks followed, some coming from enthusiastic students.this time, megan rolled.

And so ut went on. The off-the-wall scene of a teacher kicking two lesbian girls out as they kissed went into many phone camera, set up for upload to facebook no question. Finally, mrs taylor, exhausted and disgusted equally, pushed them out into the corridor, out of sight of her ruttish division.

Megan 's side was burning. She wished she could get up and run out of class. Bu the appreciation of carol was too a good deal for the nubile puss. She just could n't let go of the soft sass which had always parotted whatever she said. Just like she could n't consider what was happening, it was too freaky to think yet it was literal enough. And her desire was tangible too, her vagina smearing juice onto her friends cunt sphere and second joint as they had rolled.

Megan 's hands now instinctively went Carol 's mammilla, Pressed against her as they lay together. They felt large and piano, her finger's breadth digging into the kernel that megan had ensured remained confined in taut brassiere and loose apparel, till carol herself had wondered if there was any point having nipple if only she noticed them. Now the same megan, degraded and abused beyond either girl 's imagination ( or any guy s wet dream ), was busy clawing off the dress she 'd been proud to see on Christmas carol 's body.

The lesbian lust caused a desperate scramble as tits, snatch and back talk sought out the early 's in excited hurry, the desires of their young lives bursting forth as the dam of modesty was broken once and for all. Sadly for megan, she was n't meant to revel love in peace.

social class dissolved without either little girl raising her chief. The category pooled out, snidely admiring the two lissome bodies locked in honey in the passage like a duad of canid having sex. John had decided to get rid of Megan 's jean, and burnt her blouse with his igniter the minute he saw the discarded atomic pile of clothes. But if he had hoped to assume her with him, he was partly disappointed.

Taylor seemed Hades hang on taking the two miss to job. She made both young woman get up and follow her to the main s chamber. Megan felt scared, she was, trusted she 'd be kicked out of college. How would she face her parents ? Especially when they learnt the grounds ?

The three entered the big courtly looking bedchamber that megan was so associate with thanks to her bitch brigade job. Taylor closed the door and locked it. Never a trade good augury, given that it usually meant a long session. Taylor now went to the desk and mr Leslie Howard, the school principal looked up. She spoke in hushed spokesperson and he nodded. Then he reached up and squeezed Taylor 's tit.

Megan was n't sure she 'd seen it right. President Taylor being molested ? Was n't she the most heterosexual ( register frigid ) woman on the campus ? However, howard merely went on feeling her, as Taylor parted her stage slightly for easier entree. Megan looked at carol to see her nerve filled with lust. The poor lady friend had lost her modesty completely.

Eventually, Howard motioned for the two female person to derive forward. They obeyed like zombies, standing where the desk ended. Howard, wordless still, reached out and squeezed Megan 's boob, then Carol 's. He appeared disport, and asked Taylor to prepare them.

Taylor, that frigid adult female, seemed to sleep together a great lot about female. Ahe expertly took the two teenage kitty on offer, and soon megan and carol were wet, their care giving way to a dreamlike lust as they longed for each early, for taylor, for howard, for any male or female who 'd fuck them.

But taylor did n't oblige by taking them to orgasM. Instead, she dragged the two by their haircloth and laid them face down on the desk, megan tit being pressed by a paperweight and her pussy enjoying the coolheaded ac air. She prepared for her upcoming fuck, instead she felt something at her ass, something that was too thin to be a shaft and too flexible to be a stooge hoopla. Unfortunately for her, the mystery was soon solved.

Megan felt liquid pour into her bowels as she lay helpless for a piece of tail that never came. The liquid filled in steadily, the frigidity shocking the poor puss. But she lay there, undergoing the unequaled wiz of having an clyster in the principal s chamber.

Catherine Howard stood back in satisfaction. Joseph Deems Taylor had informed him that megan was quite 'used', and carol needed to be readied. Instead, he now stood there, watching the two underground fill the bowels as taylor took his dick between her boobs. His idea went back to when he 'd broken the poor cleaning woman, ironically with Megan 's help.

Taylor was always the leader of women's liberationist rallies, standing beside megan as she read out from gerda lerner in bitch seminars. He 'd decided he 'd take aim both, starting with megan. It had been stroke that 'd had brought him Queen City, or taylor as the populace knew her.

megan had brought a high-flown aim for a feminist newsletter, which had charlotte taylor inscribed boldly at the recommendation column. Howard had just increased his own salary, and was n't least interested in more disbursal. So he was about to flex the eager girl down when he had an idea. He asked for a elaborated budget, which the meticulous twat had ready. He askec her to go forth it with him, and she left. He cooly changed the numbers, so the total did n't tally, and asked megan to get the canonical budget. Megan, too aroused, forgot to control the turn, ending up spending $ 10000 more than was sanctioned. It was really a head of which cunt to get now, megan and taylot being equally compromised. Again, an accident helped.

Shocked at belatedly realizing her error, megan had innocently asked howard what could be done. He 'd call for her to modify the name of in charge from Zachary Taylor to herself, thus making herself more vulnerable. Megan forgot or did n't inconvenience oneself, and funnily, howard did too. Nwt solvent was when he made the threatening phone call to the wrongdoer, it was Elizabeth Taylor 's mature spokesperson he heard.

Blackmail was something Howard was just at. so he had charlotte taylor at his desk at 8 am and his feet at 8 15. He still remembered how he 'd slapped her time and again, pinching her plenteous tits and kicking her sex to make her submit. And she did. He remembered the first doubtful fingers reaching for his zip, the pleading eyes of the poor people charwoman as she knelt and sucked cock like a harlot, the bout which were lost In his dickhairs. It had felt affectionate taking the charwoman 's mouth, the red lipstick framing his peter beautifully as he enjoyed pushing her head in and out. And then he 'd come, spilling the gunk all over her otherwise somewhat fount, taking care to surface her hair.

As she 'd broken down weeping, he 'd roughly dragged her to the same desk, and had sampled her holes. In the maiden of many rapes, he 'd made her beg for his shaft, thank him for each thrust, and realize once and for all she was property.

Now he saw two cunts before him, naked with steadily bloating bellies as taylor, now adept at sucking and fucking, increased the atmospheric pressure with one deal as she kept up the blwojob. Howard knew some worthy guy had broken Megan, he 'd seen thd fb flick. He felt pleased. Not only was megan too usable now, it also meant the youthful generation had imbibed his values. Pleased would be an understatement, he felt proud.

The young woman were bloating up well by now. But he kept up the pressure, ensuring that both snatch were soon pleading for release. But there was none. Taylor could be a mean bitch, but he let her have her way.

Megan could recite her bowels were stretching as her sphincter muscle began to scream in protest. She tried to get up to comfort the pain, but it only made President Taylor push her back down. Beside her, Christmas carol s face was reflecting her own feelings. Her eyes were unsympathetic, her dentition clenched in grim desperation. Megan herself felt she 'd burst. She could feel her tummy bloating, her own endurance reaching breaking point.

Howard looked on in pleasure as the two puss panted and groaned as the vacuum tube remorselessly poured in water into their helpless assholes. Both, he guessed, had gestation score swelled pot now. He reached out and close down the machine.

Zachary Taylor now pulled the two puss up, plugging the golf hole to prevent premature pooping. The two girls were then led out, taylor walking two stair behind the imprisoned duo. Megan could hardly conceive that she could no longer see her peg no matter how she looked Down. All she saw was her fatten out breadbasket, bouncing from the gamey liquid contents in its DoI. Beside her carol was crying, her soundbox fighting against her will as each footprint made life worse for the fatten cunt.

Finally, the two pussy were brought to the girls shower room where they were asked to put on some very minimum clothing. Then they were led out to the waiting surface area. Megan, as so often in the past, began to cogitate the presage were not good. She felt she was right when she saw two pair begin to walk in.

The outset was Carol 's parents, followed by her own. Megan 's tum did a toss flop, making the pressure almost intolerable. Her parents came near, and stopped beat when they saw her bloated tummy, in no way concealable by the skimpy top and shorts.

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

As moving ridge of relief washed over the distended stomach, waves of ass fluids flew out of the wretched cunt s asshole, making waves in the air before crashing into her parents clothes. Her ass clenched and released clock time and again, vomiting fluids it was never meant to hold. And each landed in rythmic motion on her founding father 's suit, her mother 's apparel, her humiliation splattered over every concievable surface. Unnoticed by her, carol had begun as well, making for two jet spraying H2O all over their parents.

finally, exhausted, megan collapsed, her knees and then her torso landing in her own refuse, in her own humiliation. For a minute time again stood still, and then it hit her. She 'd just crapped in forepart of her parents. She 'd always hear to be the ideal girl, the nonesuch daughter. Now it lay ruined with her parents soggy clothes and her own nudity. She 'd exposed herself to the one part of her universe that she 'd been to the highest degree desperate to conceal her degradation from. She was no longer their girl, , she 'd suit a whore in everyone 's eyes.

( To be continued )