Olivia's Wilde Ride:
Change Is Inevitable:
Chapter V:
All twelve of her rapists, several of whom had taken Olivia's three holes each at least twice, one taking all of them four times, jacked off over her, splattering her body with cum. Laying there, letting them do it, Olivia knew what they wanted before they said it when they finished and smeared more of the cum all over herself. As she did so, she was also not surprised and more than a bit saddened and frightened that the men had put their numbers into her contact list, and told her, "We want you to start sending us nude pics of yourself, bitch." Sighing, she nodded.
"It's OK, we'll be fair. You'll get dick pics from us too."
Hearing them laugh, Olivia then saw the other eleven walking out as the one who'd taken her first and kidnapped her stayed and watched her get dressed, seeing her hiss as her shorts, thin and form-hugging leather, went around her sore pussy and ass and as her cum-soaked body made her tits very visible indeed. Smiling, he told her, "You've still got some on your face." Wiping it off with her finger, Olivia swallowed it, too, glaring at him. He told her, "Thanks slut. You were a hell of a ride. Now, you'll be free to go home without any further difficulty." Biting back a growl that might make things worse, Olivia walked out and she felt a sharp smack on her ass, yelping as she rubbed her sore and well-fucked ass, and then started trying to rush home without being caught.
As it stood, she became infamous on the Internet again for being caught with her tits hanging out in the open with a braless see through shirt, and for the visible camel toe and what looked like sex stains inside her leather shorts. She was fortunate that the Internet and paparazzi had not caught her when a bum seeing her dressed like she was pinned her against a wall and then told her, "Suck me off, whore." She'd cried, trembled, and added one last cock to her list of cocks slurped and one more load of cum down her throat, managing to escape the rest of the journey with just being caught with a moment of being humiliatingly way too revealing for her liking.
She was, however, lucky that unknown to her Jason had stepped out to get some shrimp for boiling. That gave her sufficient time to rush her clothes, save the ruined leather shorts, which she just hid until she figured out how to get rid of them, into the wash and take a quick shower. As she came out, she stared at herself in the mirror. The broken-eyed woman who looked out at her, with as she turned around briefly to look, an asshole that still gaped and incredibly was still oozing thick amounts of cum, and a cunt that was still oozing, too, resembled nothing like the woman who'd seen herself in the mirror before.
Olivia whimpered a bit and then put on some sexier clothes, hoping that Jason wouldn't notice or ask questions. Tonight would be a very interesting night indeed.....and then she received a couple of texts, and saw to her chagrin two dicks she recognized, one from one of the black men, the other from her rapists. Sending a quick "Thanks" and taking a quick topless selfie to send to them as requested, Olivia then got fully dressed and turned her phone off so as not to get any other messages, and lounged in her living room on her couch. Her lingerie was, she could feel, getting coated in cum still and she hoped when her husband came home that none would start leaking out of her shorts......