The tastes of cock and cum and sweat in Izzy’s mouth were overlaid instantly by this girl’s juices. She didn’t give any warning or take things slow as she pressed her crotch onto Izzy. Izzy’s whole face was quickly covered in the sticky stuff leaking out of her. Again, like everyone she’d serviced so far, Izzy tasted the salty tang of sweat mixed in with the flavour of the girl’s pussy. This wasn’t the first time Izzy had tasted another girl’s pussy, but it was the first time she’d had so much dirty, sweaty flesh pushed against her tongue and nose. The degrading aspect of being forced to put her lips to unclean skin was a powerful aphrodisiac though, as if she needed to be even more turned on. The sour salt of disrespect and degradation was something that felt right though. It was a visceral symbol of her place in the world. She was good enough to lick at the sweaty crotches of her peers, and to be used as they saw fit. The release of being subjugated like that was intoxicating.

The girl sitting on her face started to hump against her nose and now outstretched tongue. Her hips jerked quickly to provide the stimulation she had been desperate for. Izzy felt small fingers pinch at her exposed nipples and moaned her appreciation into the slick folds of cunt smothering her. She wondered if the girl would stop and let her breathe properly if she tapped her on the hips or ass. Something told her that the little gasps of oxygen she was getting in between sticky thrusts over her face were the best she was going to get. Her own pussy contracted at the realisation and she longed to have someone lapping at her cunt too. She reached up to feel the divinely soft curve of the girl’s bum, and then up further to the small of her back, hoping to encourage her to lean over and commit them to 69ing. The girl stayed upright, too lost in her own pleasure to give Izzy too much attention.

The girl was moaning out harsh encouragement, but Izzy couldn’t really tell if it was for her benefit or the girl’s own fantasy and natural expression of desire. She nodded her head up to meet the wet movements of the girl's hips, and tried to flick her tongue at her clit, and then firmly into her cunt. She hoped she was doing a good job of pleasing her new mistress.

Izzy felt a momentary flinch of alarm as her legs were abruptly pulled upwards. She felt warmth underneath her calves and thighs, and then something hard was rubbing over her own cunt at last. It felt impossibly wet down there, but then again Izzy hadn’t ever had her throat fucked onto a cock that was then pushing at her freshly creampied pussy before. With how intensely aroused she was, and the fact that she’d just experienced a gushing orgasm of her own, she had probably never been more lubricated in her entire life. The tip of the dick slipped so easily through her, and then deep inside her.

Izzy felt a strange sense of jealousy; a pretty young woman was riding her face, whilst her legs were being put onto the shoulders of the guy about to fuck her. She knew that it would have been an awesome sight, but all she could see was shadowy pussy and ass cheeks. She hoped the people watching her were recording this on their phones. The idea of her naked body being fucked and then plastered all over the internet for anyone to see made her stomach flip with terror-inducing anxiety, but she also longed to see herself like this. If such a video existed then she would never have to trawl Reddit for porn again… She’d be her own little pornstar forever after. The fear and heat of that thought made her pussy contract and make Big Nose work to force himself inside her. It was glorious. She screamed into the pussy of the stranger humping her face.

Izzy was full. The cock buried inside her was warm and she could feel it pulsing out his heartbeat. She squirmed as best she could whilst lying flat on her back beneath them, but couldn’t encourage him to moove his hips and start fucking her. He was just soaking in her used cunt, waiting. Or was he? Izzy realised that her hard little nipples were no longer being squeezed and fondled. She heard the sounds of kissing and murmuring from around the muffle of thighs entrapping her. Were they making out on top of her? The thought galled her, even as she faithfully continued to lick at the girl straddling her head. She had enjoyed this unexpected awakening at being fully used like a sex doll, but they couldn’t tease her like this. They couldn’t drive her wild, cum inside her, and then stick a hard cock inside her, and then just do nothing but make out with each other. That was too much. Izzy slapped the ass of the girl, hard, and at the same time squeezed her pelvic floor and ass together as tightly as she could.

The cock inside her twitched and automatically started moving. Izzy felt her ass get lifted up off the bench by strong, rough hands and then she was getting fucked properly. She hummed out her moans of satisfaction, and waggled the tip of her tongue against the girl’s clit. She dug her fingers into her soft ass and felt slightly more in control as pressure returned to her breasts in response. Stretching around as far as she was able, Izzy just about managed to put her fingertips into the crack of the girl’s ass. Feeling bold and almost high on being fucked at both ends once again, she found the tightly clenched flesh of the girl’s asshole, and started rubbing little circles into it.

The response was instantaneous. The hands on her tits clamped down and the girl rocked herself forward so that Izzy’s tongue was tasting the sweet acidity of the inside of her cunt. Her whole body quivered. Izzy's fingers weren't wet enough to probe inside the girl’s ass, so she just kep teasing the rim, trying to drive her wild and prove that Izzy wasn’t just going to lie there passively.

It worked, a little too well. The anonymous young woman pressed herself back against Izzy’s fingers, but only for a scant few seconds of gyrating motion. She hissed air between her teeth and then shuffled back the other way, working herself down Izzy’s face until she was nearly sitting on her upper chest and shoulders. Izzy felt her body shaking from the cock pounding into her fuckhole, and the impacts forced her to head to bob slightly as she stared at the darker skin surrounding the girl’s ass. She pulled her neck up slightly, and wriggled one arm up through the girl’s legs so that she could take an immediate grip on the bum hovering above her face. She spread the cheek as best she could as the girl sat back down, pressing her ass onto Izzy once more. Her dark, wrinkled hole stretched slightly from the hand pulling at it, and then it met Izzy’s tongue.

The taste wasn’t pleasant, but Izzy mostly ignored it as she eagerly circled her pointed tongue around the pattern she’d just been tracing with her fingertips. Her pussy was shooting electricity into her brain as it stretched around the hard cock thrusting inside her, and it was overwriting any last vestiges of shame or reluctance she had left. Both women did their best to bury Izzy’s tongue inside the tight, smelly confines of the stranger’s asshole; Izzy straining her neck and tongue to loosen it up, and the girl on top of her lightly bouncing on her chest in encouragement.

“Oh fuck! Lick my ass. That’s it, fuck that feels so good. Taste my fucking ass. Keep going, you dirty slut.”

The woman slowed down her humping, bouncing movements as Izzy sank her tongue past the tight entrance. She wailed her enjoyment and muttered various curses and prayers to Izzy’s ministrations. Izzy felt a different vibrating motion through her tits and torse, and guessed that the girl had started to rub and/or finger her cunt too. Izzy didn’t see, and didn’t care. Her brain was being overwhelmed, and so she focussed on licking and tonguefucking the ass in front of her.

The jerking tremours of an approaching climax started to ripple through this unknown woman. She must have been pent up, or enjoying the spitroasting show, Izzy thought with no small amount of satisfaction. The weight and pressure on her head and shoulders increased rhythmically as the young woman rode her to orgasm. Izzy heard high pitched squeaks and muttered curse words. She increased the speed of her tongue teasing and willed the woman to cum on top of her.

She orgasmed soon enough. Her muscles contracted and her powerful thighs squished Izzy’s head. Worries about suffocating flashed into Izzy's mind, but were soon eclipsed. She felt a spray of liquid hit her breasts and abdomen. Then another. With Izzy's tongue still tickling her asshole, the young woman sitting on her face was squirting all over her! The stranger quivered and then went rigid. With her ears blocked by thigh meat, Izzy felt the moans and breathless screaming more than she heard them. A rush of air flowed onto Izzy's face as the young woman finally collapsed and let herself fall on top of her completely, inadvertently letting Izzy breathe once more.

The guy fucking Izzy's used cunt was clearly inspried by the squirting show he had a front row seat to. He pulled Izzy's ankles up higher onto his shoulders, and pounded her poor pussy harder. She pictured the young woman's juices mixing with her own, and Kyle's cum, and coating the dick pistoning in and out of her. The young woman was still shaking as she lay helpless on top of Izzy, and her vividly pink cunt dripped fluid onto Izzy's chin and neck. It was getting too much for Izzy to deal with, but she couldn't reach her clit to coax another orgasm out.

After a minute of heavy pounding, the anonymous young woman started to stir. Her body shivered at the kisses Izzy was planting on her sticky thighs in-between panting moans of pleasure. She seemed to sense what Izzy needed most. She wriggled forwards and then sent a few tentative, awkwardly angled licks over her clit. Despite how halting and tentative the contact was, it was still absolutely heavenly. Izzy felt a sharp pang of gratitude and subservience to the two strangers making her cunt feel so wonderful.

The young woman shifted her weight and eased some of the pressure on Izzy’s stomach. She couldn’t seem to get access to much of Izzy in between the thrusts of the guy’s hips, so she kissed and pushed her tongue over her mound, and alternated with rubbing her fingers over the sensitive nub sending fire through Izzy’s veins. Just as Izzy started to feel the beckoning sensation of another orgasm, her used cunt was suddenly empty. She gasped in shock and frustration, and then felt the young woman’s tongue leave her skin too.

Izzy tried to peer around the toned ass perched on her chest and blocking her view, but to no avail. She heard kissing noises and then a familiar slurping glug. She could feel that the guy with the big nose was still moving his cock in between her legs, but it seemed he was putting it inside the young woman’s mouth instead of her own needy pussy. Slowly at first, with some wet kisses and spitting sounds, they soon developed a regular cadence to the sloppy blowjob between her legs.

Despite having been pushed past her initial, and rational misgivings and shyness, Izzy felt fresh humiliation wash over her at being so ignored. She was trapped beneath this girl’s body, and forced to listen to them without even being able to see anything but the two holes she’d been forced to service with her tongue. She couldn’t reach her own nipples or pussy to tease some stimulation into her nervous system, and her legs were being held up high. Until they deigned to touch her directly, she was just a human mattress for their sex acts. Izzy longed to roll her hips and feel that hard cock stretching her insides again, but she was absolutely powerless. All she could do was wait.

It didn’t take long for the sounds of the guy’s breathing to shorten and mingle with deep throated moans. Long enough to drive Izzy crazy with frustration though. She could just about make out the guy’s face from her trapped position, and his face was turning redder and redder. His eyes were closed and raised to the ceiling, and his teeth were gritted. Izzy had caused that expression on many guys’ faces in her time, and she knew he was close. Stilettos of whorish jealousy stabbed her heart as she imagined him spending all this time fucking her, using her and degrading her in front of all these people, only to be distracted by this other slut at the last minute and end up filling her mouth instead of Izzy’s cunt.

Izzy heard wet breathing and then felt globs of saliva spatter onto her nether regions. He had pulled out of the other girl’s mouth? He tugged at the other girl’s hair and then pulled her in for a passionate kiss. They broke apart and looked into each other’s eyes, whispering and sharing some intimate moment that no one else was privy to. Then the guy looked past her down at Izzy for a moment, and then cupped the young woman’s cheek.

“Should I cum in her ass?”

The young woman nodded instantly and enthusiastically. “Yes. Fuck her slutty little ass.”

They both looked at Izzy, not asking permission but seeing what she had to say about it. She pushed the fear and alarm aside, and nodded at them. She needed it. She needed anything. Best not to say anything and risk giving away how desperate and mad with jealousy she was, just nod at them with a pleading face.

Big Nose pulled Izzy’s hips up off the bench and started to probe her ass just as she had with the young woman earlier. Except instead of the tips of fingers and a pointed tongue, he used a hard, throbbing dick covered in fluids from 4? 5? different people. Izzy closed her eyes and bit her lip. She already knew that this would be a tight squeeze, and overwhelming for her. She tried to relax entirely, and surrender herself, and her anus, to him. The young woman straddling her helped to distract and open her up by strumming quickly across her labia and clit. Izzy opened her mouth to moan and was met with the dripping folds of the girl’s pussy once again.

Izzy instinctively drank in the juice dribbling into her mouth, and then lapped greedily at the pussy grinding into her face, all animosity and jealousy forgotten in the moment. This time the movement’s of the girl’s hips weren’t as urgent and uncontrolled, and she moved herself slowly over Izzy’s mouth and nose and tongue. It felt like domination and control being demonstrated in a way that Izzy had never experienced from another woman. But she still stoked the fire in Izzy’s groin with her fingers, building up to the orgasm she’d just been denied. And the forceful, almost painful pressure on her asshole eased as the tip of the stranger’s cock pushed inside her.

Izzy gripped tightly onto the thighs and asscheeks above her, and groaned her pain and feelings of fullness and violation into the wet pussy grinding into her. Big Nose paused for a second on this first thrust. Izzy longed to know what his face looked like as he experienced her forbidden tightness for the first time. After that he didn’t slow down or rest. He made short, shallow movements that caused extreme spikes of euphoria and pain. He didn’t have the patience to work her for long, or stretch out her asshole slowly. He jsut fucked her as deeply and quickly as her body would allow him.

Izzy sensed her denied climax building up again at the shame and intensity of it all. When she started to get over the initial shock and discomfort of her ass being penetrated, she felt the cock inside her pulse. It felt like it briefly swelled to twice its normal size, making her eyes hurt as she rolled them uncontrollably. Then again. And then heat flooded her, and she felt him ejaculate into her bowels. Satisfaction at how quickly she had milked him with her ass raced through Izzy’s mind. She realised that this was the first time that someone had fucked each of her holes in one ‘go’.

Masculine grunting was cut short by the smacking of lips as the two of them kissed while pushing their sexes into and over Izzy's body. His cock throbbed inside her, and Izzy could feel every time he spurted cum into her ass. She ached with need, but the girl was distracted, and not rubbing her clit in the exact way she needed. But there was so much still to stimulate her, that she wallowed in the warmth of it, and waited for them to turn their full attention to her.

Suddenly her legs were falling to the sides, and then her ass felt empty and sore as he pulled out of her. She continued to lick the young woman’s pink pussy lips, but what she wanted most was something to fill her own cunt again. She would even have taken the guy’s cock in there again, dirtied and unclean as it now was. She was desperate, and the shame and humiliation she’d ignored was invisibly teetering over her. If she didn’t get to cum now, then it might collapse and she’d have to return to the real world where it was unthinkable for any of this to happen, let alone for her to want it. She humped her hips weakly in an effort to draw their attention there. Her asshole started to tickle and she felt hot semen start to dribble out of it.

“No. Hold it in.” The voice was harsh and commanding and perfectly clear despite Izzy’s ears being partially smothered. “Don't let it out of you. You dirty slut, don't make even more of a mess.”

The disgust and forcefulness in his tone made Izzy obey without thinking about it. She squeezed her ass tightly, and concentrated on not letting any of his hot seed leak out of her. She didn't know why, she just knew that she had to.

Cool air brushed her face once more. The young woman stood up, shuffled backwards off Izzy's face, and then pulled her knickers and leggings back up. Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were far crueller than Izzy remembered. She shivered and then half sat up to look down her body just in time to see the sweating, panting guy who'd fucked her in every hole seize her hips in his hands again and dragged her body down the bench. Sweat and fluids let her slide rather than stick to the leather. When he let go of her the small of her back was still resting on the bench, but her ass was hanging off the end. Her trainers clomped against the floor as he dropped her and turned away. Izzy's eyes went wide, and she even forgot about her tumultuous frustration at being left unsatisfied at the edge of orgasm yet again. The stranger picked up one of the smaller, 2/3rds sized bars from the floor, and brought it back to her.

The metal was startlingly cold when it touched her skin. Izzy flicked her stunned gaze between the long metal bar being placed between her legs, and the hard eyes of the guy with the big nose. He adjusted the position of the bar and then spread Izzy's cheeks from below with his free hand. Did he… did he really expect her to take that thing up her ass? Being used and fucked by living people, being stripped and groped and humiliated infront of her peers, that was all well and good, but having a piece of gym equipment shoved inside her? It seemed like a line she wasn't sure she wanted to cross. It didn't make sense to her, but nothing really did anymore.

“I'm going to stick this up your ass, and then we're gonna make you cum. With your dirty asshole filled up with my cum and this bar. In front of everyone.”

It suddenly all made sense. Yes, that was a good idea. In fact it was all she had ever wanted. She nodded, and wriggled herself down the bench slightly. Quickly; she wanted it over quickly. And she wanted them to make her cum more than anything.

“Open up,” he ordered her, still slightly out of breath.

She relaxed her clenching, and felt his seed trickle out onto the metal cylinder he was pushing inside her. It was wider than his cock had been, and rigid of course. It felt impossible. It felt like he was going to tear her insides as he pushed it into her. She ignored her fear and concentrated on the promise of pleasure.

The bar was at a shallow angle, but Izzy didn't think she was lined up with it properly. She reached down to take hold of the bar, then lifted off the bench and moved her hips further off it. She let gravity do its work and eased herself onto the pole. It hurt. The metal stretched her uncomfortably. It didn't seem like it would ever fit. But she'd already been fucked in her dark little starfish, and she was practically covered in lubricating liquids, and the endorphins coursing through her let her push on until she felt something give and the bar filled her ass. She sank down, taking more and more. She was so full. It was by far the biggest thing she'd ever taken up her bottom, and probably in her pussy too. She wailed at the sensations and the knowledge that everyone was watching her defile the equipment they might all have used previously.

After she'd settled and adjusted to the thick pile, she made a few experimental movements up and down it, and quickly discovered that it felt indescribably strange and pleasurable to fuck herself onto the cold metal. She was distracted by Big Nose prodding two fingers directly into her cunt. He massaged her insides deliciously in little circular strokes, and alternated that with vigorous fingering. His other hand gripped the bar tightly, and helped her slow bobbing up and down its tip.

Izzy didn't even notice that someone else was approaching them until they were towering over her. She took an unfocused look up to see a muscle-bound man with a buzzcut stroking his cock inside his tracksuit bottoms. When he was next to her he pulled them down and jerked off rapidly. His veiny member oozed precum. Within seconds he started to ejaculate fully, and pointed his cock down at her as it spurted out ropes of cum onto her tits and belly. He didn't make any noise beyond ragged breathing, just near silently emptied his balls onto her. He didn't even have the decency or courage or respect to look her in the eyes. Izzy didn't think she'd ever know which it was. He shook the last drops from his dick hole and then pulled his tracksuit up and left. Izzy had had plenty of lovers and flings and boyfriends before, but never had she been so thoroughly ignored after being used. It sent a dirty thrill through her as the smell of his cum filled her nose. Everyone was using her to get themselves off, and then immediately abandoning her. Except for Big Nose, and she didn't even know his name. Once that first guy had seen through her and pushed her boundaries, she was fair game for anyone. It had just been a matter of time.

The intense arousal she felt from that conclusion, and the pornstar moans she found herself making because of it, pushed her over the edge. She scooped some of the fresh load on her tits onto her fingers and then rubbed it into her cunt. She flicked her clit a few times and then started to rub short little ovals over it. She couldn't take it all anymore; with a huge mass filling her ass, firm fingers stroking her g-spot, and her own preferred rhythm of rubbing herself, her orgasm wouldn't be denied this time.

She felt it building and building within her, and the feedback loop of lust and intensity and reaction from the discomfort and stimulation that caused as she squeezed herself tight around the bar in her ass and the fingers in her cunt was impossible to slow down or stop once it started. One of her eyes half closed as the wave started to break over her. As Big Nose worked his hand inside her rapidly, he grunted out, “Yes, that's it. Cum for me.”

She hadn't been waiting for permission, but her body reacted as if it had just been given everything it needed. She jolted and twitched back flat against the bench, and then experienced the most intense climax of her life. It was like she found a second bubble after bursting through the first one into ecstasy, and then pushed through that too. It wasn't just a few seconds of profound pleasure; Izzy found herself filled with a strange sense of detached awareness that lasted far longer and meant she really had no idea how long she spent there after that second orgasm. She could barely even rely on her own senses to tell her what was real and what wasn't.

Big Nose stopped the bar from falling out of her exhausted body, and wedged it with a plate so that she would have to actually move off the bench to get it out of her. He kissed her on the cheek tenderly, and then spat in her open mouth when she turned groggily towards him.

Two men approached her as she lay on the bench with the weight of the bar still inside her. She felt herself sucking on the sweaty balls of one of them and limply stroking the other. One of them fucked her cunt briefly, and the other just wanked himself off until he painted her face with his sticky cum. She knew one of them, but couldn't remember who either of them were after they left. Just faceless silhouettes.

An angry girl ranted to her about acting like a ‘fucking whore’ and tempting innocent men with her disgusting fetishes. Izzy squinted at her and guessed that one of the men who'd used her was her boyfriend, or that she'd somehow offended her only after all of that had happened, and this girl had watched. It didn't make sense and so she gave up listening or trying to understand, and ran her fingers over her slimy body until the other girl left her alone.

An older man who must have been gym staff lightly slapped her cheek to see if she responded, and then buried his hairy cock down her throat once she did.

She got quite emotional when someone else she thought she recognised crouched down next to her, stroked her hair and asked if she was okay. It was a complete contrast to the situation and how everyone was treating her. She could see this girl’s nipples pointing through her top, and she'd stayed to watch it all, so she couldn't think Izzy was anything but a depraved, shameless slut, couldn't she? The tenderness confused her and made her want to cry. She nodded at the brunette. The girl smiled and leaned close to whisper in Izzy's ear.

“You did so well. I'm so unbelievably jealous, and horny. I wish I was you.”

But then, rather than spit in Izzy's mouth, or grope her tits, or make Izzy eat her out, the girl just squeezed her hand and then stepped back to watch her again. This encounter was by far the strangest, and it made Izzy's head spin. But luckily someone else took the girls place and shoved a short but girthy cock into her mouth, so Izzy didn't have to think anymore. She sucked and bobbed on it, and gagged on the hot load he poured down her throat. The girl with the amazing tits and hard nipples watched and smiled, and put a hand down her pants.

The young woman who had sat on Izzy's face came back from wherever she'd disappeared to. She was shaking a bottle and watching the last few guys holding Izzy up by the hair and jacking off onto her. When it seemed like there were no further suitors for Izzy's desecrated, exhausted body, the girl sauntered forwards. She let the bottle tilt over the side of her hand, as if spilling the thick milky liquid inside was an accident. She splashed the stuff over Izzy a couple of times. It felt cool and almost calming to her skin. The girl straddled one of Izzy's outstretched legs.

“Are you ready for your post workout shake? Or do you think you've got enough protein in you already?”

Izzy's brain didn't have the energy to understand fully, or think of a reply. She just lay there. The young woman continued as she wasn't expecting an answer anyway.

“I think it's time to leave. Dirty whores like you don't belong here anymore. But this should still be a proper workout, so I'm gonna give you your shake before you go. Don't waste any of it now.”

She leaned over, nose wrinkling at the stink of cum emanating off Izzy, and put the spout of the bottle into Izzy’s inflamed, abused pussy. The cool liquid was a shock to her system as it poured into her and out of her crotch onto the pole in her ass.

The young woman seized Izzy's filthy cheeks in one hand and hissed, “I said don't waste it. Keep it inside you, slut. Good girls don't spill things.”

Izzy struggled to obey. She wanted to be a good girl. She needed some sort of positive affirmation after the ordeal she'd just been through. She wanted them to at least tell her she was a good slut, that she'd done a good job. That she'd given them what they needed.

She wriggled and tried to clench her cunt around the bottle, but it was too difficult. She was so sore and so tired. She didn't have any energy left, and the metal skewering her asshole wouldn't budge. She tried to lift herself upwards and off it. It pressed painfully and perfectly into her as she moved. She had to be a good girl. Good girls don't spill. She had to keep it inside her.

Izzy looked around at the people encircling her, watching her struggle. She swallowed and her mouth felt sticky and raw and used.

“Help me…”

Her voice sounded so pitiful to her, but no one made a move to help her. Some of them looked disgusted with her, and turned away. Others just impassively watched her. Izzy looked back at the young woman straddling her. Her sneer was confident and domineering, silently telling Izzy all she needed to know.

She tried again to lift herself up and away from the bar. She had to get free of it, and then put her legs together, or up in the air if she could manage it. And then she could be given her protein shake, her gift. And maybe she could hold it inside her. Then they would tell her she'd done well, and then they'd take care of her. Surely someone would. If she was a good girl for them.

Izzy clenched and clenched, and then started to cry.

~

A drizzling rain fell, hitting leaves and lampposts as Izzy walked back to her flat. She was huddled over, arms crossed, to protect from the rain and the wind, and to try and cover herself up. Her top was still split, but she could hold the pieces together fairly well. It wouldn't take much to see the damage though, or wonder why this girl was clutching her breasts so tightly. She'd managed to find her leggings, and put them back on too. They were disgusting. They felt slimy and wet, and Izzy suspected they'd been used as a rag to wipe all the cocks that had been inside her or unloaded on top of her. She could also smell urine, which made her feel sick. She didn't know if that was on the leggings too, or on her. She had a vague memory of something wet and hot streaming onto her, but couldn't be sure. She genuinely couldn't tell if that was a real memory or not. How could she not even know if someone had pissed on her…?

People on the street gave her a wide berth. She must stink and look like a used whore. Her hair was a sticky, unkempt mess. Her clothes were stained and torn. Protein shake seeped down her leg and into her shoes. She just needed to be clean again. She wanted to curl up into a ball, but she couldn't, not yet. She was nearly home. It didn't matter how many people saw her, or what her reputation was going to be after this. She just had to get home. She could wash it all away, sit in the shower for a few hours. Everything would be alright.

A passerby peered at her in confusion and then revulsion. The disgust and shame didn't make Izzy's heart beat faster as it had in the gym. Instead it washed over her mind and soul. She felt disgusting and had just endured the most stressful experience of her life. But she didn't feel panicked or sad. The tears she'd shed were ones of stress and overwhelming emotion, but not despair. She wanted to go home, and needed to be warm, safe and clean again. But after that, on some other day in the near future, she wanted to go back. Maybe not to the same physical place, but to the same state of mind, the same state of existence as a dirty, humiliated slut. The depraved depths of her own psyche had truly shocked and surprised her, but now they hungered for more. And Izzy intended to feed them.