A squawk pin instalment F ( renamed to Megan 's didactics 2 )

As the bunch closed in, megan was forced to mark the faces, recognize her class fellow turned raper who remorselessly approached her exhausted and helpless organic structure. To her shock, she saw female child as well. Trish was a squawk, no uncertainty, but here the I included her own supporter, some members of beef brigade. Others she 'd often chatted with in the canteen, shared her valued notes with, enjoyed being with ....

Megan 's mind refused to take that they would rape 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 acquaintance too. Atleast she thought she did.

The first gear to accomplish her was a basketball player, Joseph Henry, who grabbed her promontory and began rubbing it on his engorged private parts. It smelt of sweat and piss, given he was n't into fixture showers, and Megan remembered trying to enforce a, cascade law on the team. Henry had found it stupid, and marginally irritating.

But for him, bare pique was a serious issue, nobody messed with the team, and this bitch was trying to act like mommy ? hell on earth, even his girlfriend tolerated it, and if she could do it spending her waking hour wrapped around his dick, so could any girl.

His stemma starting to roil, he kicked her off his crotch and unzipped, exposing a immense hairy black dick, sufficiency to ca-ca any girl bleed. Grabbing Megan 's tangle hair, he shoved it in in one stroking, Megan not even bothering to dissent. As trish had taught her fucking was any day break than thrashing.

The dick squashed her tongue down, and grazed her teeth, the poor cunt ineffective to spread out wider. But Henry knew what to do. Taking a smattering of her hair, he began pulling hard, heavily enough for her scalp to become visible as her fuzz tried desperately to cling on. Megam felt as if her scalp itself was being ripped off. Her natural reaction being to call, she opened up half a column inch more.

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

His thoughts and the new stringency made him push even further down her pharynx. Megan 's consistency responded with more gagging as her throat began to be invaded. She felt she would n't be able to breathe any longsighted, as she could tell the dick 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 saliva. Megan began choking and spluttering, her gross disbelief in her ability to deep throat only worsening her plight. henry watched amused. It was the Same with every bitch, including his girlfriend who 'd taken two Day to take it all in. Megan was better, she 'd already taken the whole of it ; pity she had been a prude, she 'd possess made an nonsuch lover. But hell, he thought, no point crying over lost chances. Rather, he should make her cry, for being what she was.

So the putz went in again, this meter staying longer making megan again think of suffocating and dying. Again it came out, but did n't quell out. Instead it reversed geared wheel at her lips and she was back to being stuffed. The following cycles/second was even shorter, and so on till megan was more bear on with her throat being rubbed raw than with prick asphyxiation.

Meanwhile, the remaining scholarly person had made a rophy around the duo, cheering and hollering each sentence henry pushed his pole in. If megan had known, she 'd give birth been shocked that her intimately ally caroline was in fact standing a little way off, discreetly fingering her sex.

As henry approached orgasm from the lost ex-prude, the bunch began screaming in upheaval. Almost all of them knew megan, and knew her bitchy mental attitude that made consensual sex a crime. Well, she was getting her retribution now, and the crowd was willing to condone anyc offense that entailed.

Dicks were coming out, hands went to breasts and pussycat, and the crowd began to rub towards the bloated-cheeked megan. Patrick Henry knew the others were getting mad, but he couldnt help it. He 'd form his gf suck him dry before leaving for college : megan wold get an extra tenacious ride.

But the sheer denseness saved megan. Unable to hold on for long, she instinctively gagged again, this time pushing him over. For megan, the gag was followed by a brutish thrusting into her gorge, as she felt him enfeeble directly into her throat. Joseph Henry savored the sight of the lost cunthead stuck on his Pole, before pulling out and cleaning his pecker on her face.

Henry walked off, leaving megan gasping amid the world-wide clamoring for more. The circle closed in, manus outstretched for her delicious meat. Seconds later, her tits were being mauled like gelt, her backtalk was again filled with peter and her twat and ass were being probed. To megan it felt like she was back in the bus, standing with one hired man on the rail, being used in all room possible.The speed quickened as more and more multitude lined up and the ace in the vertebral column shoved for a piece of puritan meat. Soon megan�s hands were grabbed and she was made to jack up off two guy cable whom she had once tried to block for honours society for fucking their girlfriend before getting married. Not that she succeeded, but they remembered her nonetheless, and like a dependable many others, today was payback for them.

So now they stood on either side of the cunt, her retentive fingers wrapped around their cock, making a courteous contrast given her light nail burnish. Megan, in fact was not even aware where her hired hand were. All her attending was focused on the effort to breathe between cryptic throating strokes that the guy cable all seemed capable of. She was sometimes made to look up at their sneering faces as they enjoyed a female person head actuate up and down their pole, especially one that was usually arranging for chastity drive. They wished they had been the one to deflower her and savour the pain in her eyes. But they nevertheless used her with gay unconstraint, refusing to give up her to even splutter between blowjobs.

At the other end, the tightfitting guy who had first base got her pussy had been pushed away by a thick black female, who was busy poking and pinching the poor abused sex of the former girl. Her nails were long, and when she pushed her finger into the slut�s cunt, megan felt as if nails were ripping the sides of her tender walls. She tried to stir them off, only to have them dig deeper into her uterus. The blackened female child, called Shawna, knew well that her nails won�t do any severe damage, as she herself had undergone such treatment at 14. But she still wanted to hurt, and so kept up the assault. Eventually tiring of this, she let one of the all to desperate male child to have the golf hole, and contented herself trying to see how far her hound would go into the asshole.

The two handjob Guy were by now nearing climax, given their hatred for the twat in front of them sharpened their lust manifold. However, they didn�t simply want to enjoy her, they wanted to degrade her. So when the 10th guy at her rima oris was done, they moved in front of her, her hands still on their gumshoe. Megan instantly recognized the duo, and a flavour of fear crept through her. They had made no secret of their hate for her, and now she was at their mercy. The last one hour had convinced her that nobody would bother to bring through her, or even speak up for her. Her booster were either busy raping her, or were more interested in their own employment now that megan was useless to their needs. At the same instant, they came, making sure they sprayed their cum on her brass, her whisker and her lips, till Meagan felt she would drown in it. They then placed their dicks on her head and got the Black person girl to click a pic of her. She remembered how she�d made them pose with chastity drive bill sticker, threatening to get them kicked out if they didn�t. Now, with their victorious weapon of twat wipeout triumphantly above her thwarted head, it seemed she�d come to the 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 iron heel on her stomach and doubled over, pushing the bounder in her ass even deeper. Her question hit one guy�s groundwork, and he promptly raised it to make the impact worse. Megan, stunned, was pushed back up. The early guy meanwhile had placed his animal foot above her head, the result being she slammed into his shoe as she went up. Megan�s head was aching like anything, and her vision was getting fuzzyfrom the repeated bang. 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 numerous visit it had had.

Megan unquestioningly took the toes in her mouth and began to figure out them like bastard, only that these were far more smelly and made her gag from the sense of taste. Still, she didn�t want another kick so she kept up the licking, followed by sucking the toes one by one. The early two placed their dicks on her head from the back, like an raunchy tiara along the middle of her hair. The guy now pulled his toes out and instead pressed it firmly on her face, such that she could only stare at the darkness of his feet. Unknown to her, Shawna was busy clicking away at her misery, ensuring that the cum and the humiliation were clearly visible on her fount. 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 horror, that it was the poster she had designed for the upcoming feminist�s seminar in the college. slough spent atleast a hebdomad designing it, and she�d been proud of how it showed the woman with her foot on the globe. It seemed to fit the idea of women�s empowerment. The Guy spread the design out, such that it covered her body completely like a shroud. Then they made her lie down with only her face visible. They�d have liked to cut out fix, but they made it up by rippin the part above her tits and snatch, without wrecking the image of the woman. Then they each placed a ft on her abdomen, right above the woman�s face ( 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 recoup from her morning ordeals. Only the bootleg squawk remained, she getting her attendance from cums instead of course of study. She hoisted the devastated megan up, and draped the poster on her, making sure her cunt and mamilla were on display. Megan, now wearing her own poster fastened with tholepin like a towel, began the hanker walk towards the now empty portico. To keep her move, Shawna kept kicking the short cunt every few steps, 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 beef and curse word. Her mind was in shock. How could everything prostration like this ? she�d hoped that even if she herself was enslaved, the bitches of cunt brigade would keep up the work. Hadn�t she taught them to stand up to men ? to defend women�s interests ( as she defined them ), best as they could. To keep up the patrols and postering to limit immorality on the campus ? where were they now ? Meagan could tell the duo had somehow accessed the main drawers of the kick brigade situation, or they�d be ineffective to get the poster. Plus, the absence of any bitch brigade penis during her distortion did not foretell well. She�d made them take an oath that they�d protect any girl in distraint. News must have reached the grade, yet not one soul came. Whatever happened to the squawk 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 shoot a line bitch brigade if they found them messing up like this ? and her going about like a slut in need of peter ? she didn�t even presume think of the consequences, but the query 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 matter to in kicking and humiliating her as much as possinle. Once it was done, she walked off, leaving megan alone for the initiatory time since last eve in the Ellen Price Wood. Megans mind instantly began to mean of ways to elude. Wouldn�t it be easy if she could just head back home ? she had her bag, meaning she had her locker keys and some money. She�d then leave menage or something�.her wild hopes came to the ground when she turned a recess and looked straight at herself. Naked, and giving a cock sucking on her knee joint to a person she knew as stewie. It was a aliveness size bend board, placed where yesterday the squawk brigade seminar announcement had been. She remembered having to fight with the cheerleaders for that hallowed spot, and she�d won it by tripping Trish and Shawna onto their own 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 carpet sweeper soon came round, and swept his mop over her, opening the rowlock and exposing her bare body. He then proceeded to thoroughly clean the function of story 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 stave, and had punished her in his own way.

Megan�s �dress� was now ruined, simply because the mop had carried off the pins. So she somehow crawled to her storage locker, and fished out the change of apparel she kept in case of emergencies.It was typically conservative, a pitch-black blouse with jeans that were More sluttish than tight. There was no underwear though, and megan went through the odd experience of her piquance rubbing against the cloth as her tits hung out of the blouse. For the firat time in her lifetime, she felt witting of her figure, wondering if the sagging bustline was due to lack of lingerie or the hours in the tit press. Her pussy also felt odd, the lips rubbing against the rough-cut crotch.

But megan had more worrying issues. She was belated, and doubtless would receive to introduce a class full moon of rapists and friend-turned-haters. But there was no option, her parents would toss off her if attendance dipped. Reluctantly, she climbed the stairs and approached her comprehensive examination technology class.

Unlike former days when she was late, nobody acknowledged that the most powerful girl in college had just arrived. The instructor, mrs taylor, merely looked up and asked her to take her tail end. Relieved, she went to her usual seat, 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 in conclusion 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 girls either giggled or pretended she was a leper. Megan, still standing, looked at bathroom, sitting lazily between stewie and mark. He nodded.

Megan, having no option if she were to sit, undid her gasp and settled down, taking the dildo into her cumdry kitty-cat. Luckily, mrs taylor did n't notice. Megan now saw a pair of nipple clamps on her desk, which, without thinking, she quietly placed on her tang. Her desperation made her ignore the shocked stare of the teacher, who was a firmly supporter 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 hired hand, ,aimed at the side of her knocker. She did n't even want to know what john was upto.

So, her puss stuffed and nips crushed, megan tried to decoct on studies. Mrs taylor had recovered from the shock, and was trying to make up for lost meter by asking for people 's task. Megan felt a utterly weighting in her stomach : she wo n't be the only one to drop out, but it would be her first time. Tense, she looked as one by one the boys and girls began giving theirs. Stewie gave his, a 50 page tome, mark a 3 Thomas Nelson Page excuse for not doing any employment. Next came john. John Lackland ? He did n't go to her course of instruction ! But he was pulling out a project, no a packet of ... ..megan almost fainted as realization hit her.

It was her cum drenched ruin from the bus. She looked on as Gospel According to John explained that he was in stratum primarily to yield her project, given she was expected late. The teacher took it, and examined the contents. She turned to megan.

'' Is this a antic ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' Yes ma 'm '' split were welling up in her optic, but she had no flight. Trish, at a diagonal, was poking her ass with her heel.

Mrs taylor stood shield shocked. But megan went on with a laborious kick to her ass.

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

The class was utterly silent. Many of the goody people gaped, others laughed and trish stuffed her heel into Megan 's ass. Megan herself was in utter blow. She 'd had mellow ideals of Education, of her mission in life story, to be fulfilled through education. Now, she was handing a cum drenched trick to her favorite teacher, while sitting on a dildo with a blackguard up her ass. She wanted to die.

It took mrs taylor full 5 minutes to recover, in which time stewie fired his dart, which got stuck at the side of her tit, obscenely advertising her agony. 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 same, and got up to rush out to run away the repulsion. she forgot she 'd off the jean, and trish obligingly pulled it down as she got up. a collective laugh erupted as her cum-covered sex was revealed. A sign from scrape made her move without the jeans.

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

In the short circuit time they lay, on top, carol raised her headland to meet Megan 's back talk, and the two kissed. Megan could hardly believe it as her scoop friend smooched her like a lover. Like a lover ! Somehow the philia made her forget her predicament and she went on kissing the girl.

Mrs Taylor was not amused. She 'd hoped to crystallise the class of the nuisance as fast as possible. Instead, two girlfriend were kissing at her feet, one, naked down the waistline. Disgusted, she kicked the duo, effectively hitting caroline, who rolled over to void more. But megan refused to let go, and the two kept kissing. More kicks followed, some coming from enthusiastic students.this clock time, megan rolled.

And so ut went on. The bizarre scene of a instructor kicking two lesbian young woman out as they kissed went into many earpiece cameras, ready for upload to facebook no doubt. Finally, mrs taylor, exhausted and disgusted equally, pushed them out into the corridor, out of sight of her horny class.

Megan 's side was burning. She wished she could get up and run out of division. Bu the gustatory sensation of Christmas carol was too lots for the nubile cunt. She just could n't let go of the soft lips which had always parotted whatever she said. Just like she could n't trust what was happening, it was too bizarre to believe yet it was real enough. And her desire was real too, her vagina smearing juice onto her friends cunt arena and thigh as they had rolled.

Megan 's hands now instinctively went Carol 's titty, Pressed against her as they lay together. They felt gravid and soft, her digit digging into the pith that megan had ensured remained confined in closely bras and liberate clothes, till carol herself had wondered if there was any compass point having titmouse if only she noticed them. Now the Lapplander megan, degraded and abused beyond either girl 's imaging ( or any guy s wet dream ), was in use clawing off the apparel she 'd been proud to see on carol 's body.

The sapphic lust caused a desperate beat as tits, twat and lip sought out the other 's in frantic haste, the desires of their immature lives bursting forth as the dam of modesty was broken once and for all. Sadly for megan, she was n't meant to delight love in peace.

class dissolved without either miss raising her head. The category pooled out, snidely admiring the two lithe dead body locked in love in the passage like a distich of dogtooth having sex. John had decided to get rid of Megan 's blue jean, and burn off her blouse with his light the mo he saw the discarded pile of clothes. But if he had hoped to direct her with him, he was partly disappointed.

Taylor seemed hell bent on taking the two girl to task. She made both fille get up and follow her to the principal s bedchamber. Megan felt scared, she was, sure she 'd be kicked out of college. How would she face her parents ? Especially when they learnt the reasons ?

The three entered the big dinner gown looking chamber that megan was so familiar spirit with thanks to her kick brigade job. Elizabeth Taylor closed the threshold and locked it. Never a honest sign, given that it usually meant a long session. Elizabeth Taylor now went to the desk and mr Howard, the head teacher looked up. She spoke in quieten vocalism 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 unbowed ( understand frigid ) woman on the campus ? However, howard merely went on feeling her, as Taylor parted her branch slightly for easier approach. Megan looked at Christmas carol to see her look filled with lust. The poor young woman had lost her reserve completely.

Eventually, Catherine Howard motioned for the two female to come 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 diverted, and asked Elizabeth Taylor to get up them.

Elizabeth Taylor, that glacial woman, seemed to bang a corking lot about female. Ahe expertly took the two teenage pussycat on offer, and soon megan and carol were wet, their fear giving way to a surreal lust as they longed for each early, for Elizabeth Taylor, for Leslie Howard Stainer, 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 hair and laid them face down on the desk, megan tit being pressed by a paperweight and her pussy enjoying the cool ac air. She prepared for her upcoming nooky, instead she felt something at her ass, something that was too thin to be a pecker and too compromising to be a behind plug. Unfortunately for her, the mystery was soon solved.

Megan felt liquid 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 unequalled sensation of having an enema in the principal s chamber.

Leslie Howard Stainer stood back in satisfaction. Taylor had informed him that megan was quite 'used', and Christmas carol needed to be readied. Instead, he now stood there, watching the two underground fill the bowels as Taylor took his tool between her pinhead. His psyche went back to when he 'd disclose the pitiable cleaning woman, ironically with Megan 's help.

Taylor was always the leader of women's liberationist exchange, standing beside megan as she read out from gerda Alan Jay Lerner in bitch seminars. He 'd decided he 'd take both, starting with megan. It had been chance event that 'd had brought him Queen City, or taylor as the Earth knew her.

megan had brought a grand aim for a feminist newssheet, which had charlotte taylor inscribed boldly at the recommendations column. Catherine Howard had just increased his own pay, and was n't least interested in more disbursal. So he was about to twist the eager girl down when he had an musical theme. He asked for a detailed budget, which the meticulous snatch had ready. He askec her to allow it with him, and she left. He cooly changed the numbers, so the total did n't tally, and asked megan to get the canonic budget. Megan, too excited, forgot to verify the numbers, ending up spending $ 10000 more than was sanctioned. It was really a doubt of which cunt to ingest now, megan and taylot being equally compromised. Again, an fortuity helped.

Shocked at belatedly realizing her computer error, megan had innocently asked howard what could be done. He 'd enquire her to change the epithet of in complaint from taylor to herself, thus making herself more vulnerable. Megan forgot or did n't chafe, and funnily, howard did too. Nwt result was when he made the threatening call option to the offender, it was Taylor 's mature part he heard.

Blackmail was something Howard was unspoiled at. so he had charlotte taylor at his desk at 8 am and his ft at 8 15. He still remembered how he 'd slapped her sentence and again, pinching her ample tits and kicking her sex to make her submit. And she did. He remembered the first tentative fingers reaching for his zipper, the pleading middle of the misfortunate woman as she knelt and sucked cock like a cocotte, the weeping which were lost In his dickhairs. It had felt affectionate taking the woman 's mouth, the red lipstick framing his peter beautifully as he enjoyed pushing her head in and out. And then he 'd number, spilling the goo all over her otherwise somewhat face, taking care to coat her hair.

As she 'd broken down war cry, he 'd roughly draw her to the same desk, and had sampled her cakehole. In the first base of many rapes, he 'd ca-ca her beg for his peter, thank him for each poke, and realize once and for all she was property.

Now he saw two twat before him, naked with steadily bloating bellies as Zachary Taylor, now adept at sucking and fucking, increased the pressure with one hand as she kept up the blwojob. Leslie Howard knew some suitable guy had broken Megan, he 'd seen thd fb pics. He felt proud of. Not only was megan too usable now, it also meant the unseasoned genesis had imbibed his note value. Pleased would be an understatement, he felt proud.

The girls were bloating up well by now. But he kept up the pressure, ensuring that both pussy were soon pleading for dismission. But there was none. Taylor could be a mean bitch, but he let her birth her way.

Megan could tell her bowels were stretching as her anatomical sphincter began to holler in objection. She tried to get up to ease the hurting, but it only made Joseph Deems Taylor push her back down. Beside her, carol s face was reflecting her own impression. Her heart were close up, her teeth clenched in mordant despair. Megan herself felt she 'd burst. She could feel her bay window bloating, her own survival reaching breaking point.

Howard looked on in pleasure as the two twat panted and groaned as the tube-shaped structure remorselessly poured in water into their incapacitated assholes. Both, he guessed, had pregnancy class swelled tummies now. He reached out and shut down the machine.

Taylor now pulled the two twat up, plugging the trap to prevent premature pooping. The two girls were then led out, President Taylor walking two stone's throw behind the imprisoned duo. Megan could hardly trust that she could no longer see her branch no matter how she looked Down. All she saw was her fill out tummy, bouncing from the richly liquid contents in its interior. Beside her carol was crying, her body fighting against her will as each step made life worse for the fatten out cunt.

Finally, the two pussy were brought to the girls shower way where they were asked to put on some very minimal vesture. Then they were led out to the waiting field. Megan, as so often in the past tense, began to mean the portent were not good. She felt she was right when she saw two couples begin to walk in.

The number one was Carol 's parents, followed by her own. Megan 's tummy did a flip flop, making the air pressure almost unbearable. Her parents came near, and stopped dead when they saw her bloated tummy, in no way concealable by the skimpy top and shorts.

Taylor smiled, and In a Gustavus Franklin Swift 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 Taylor desired. clock time stopped still, and she felt she was winning. She sighed in easing : the dam burst.

As waves of fill-in washed over the distended tummy, wave of ass fluids flew out of the piteous pussy s shit, making waving 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 apparent motion on her father 's suit, her mother 's dress, her humiliation splattered over every concievable surface. Unnoticed by her, carol had begun as well, making for two fountains spraying water supply all over their parents.

finally, exhausted, megan collapsed, her knees and then her body landing in her own refuse, in her own humiliation. For a mo prison term again stood still, and then it hit her. She 'd just crapped in front of her parents. She 'd always tried to be the ideal girl, the nonpareil daughter. Now it lay ruined with her parents mucky clothes 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 thirster their daughter, , she 'd become a whore in everyone 's middle.

( To be continued )