The next day at school, Jenny walked around in a daze. The day before felt like a dream—the men, their laughter, and their heavy, warm ejaculate all over her face and body. But the scariest part was that she wasn't sure she'd woken up from the nightmare.
Her sex was still smooth, which they had done without her knowledge. It was also rubbed raw and aching from the abuse. The soft satiny fabric of her panties rubbed right up against her bare skin as she walked around. The contact sent unexplained tingles through her body and soon her panties were damp at the crotch. She thought it was her period, but no—not blood, some other dampness she couldn't explain.
All over, her pale skin was marred with blue-black bruises and bright red cuts. She hadn't been able to put her bra on because the straps rubbed right against the lash marks on her back. That had turned out to be a mistake, because her white uniform shirt rubbed against her nipples, turning them into points.
Miserable, she sat in the corner of the private university's cafeteria. There were a few friends she had made since she'd arrived this semester as a freshman, but she didn't want them to see her like this. She wasn't hungry either—hadn't been since swallowing what the men had forced down her throat.
"What's got you down?" came a voice from above.
She looked up, blinking in surprise. It was a boy she recognized from her classes. What was his name? Nathan. He'd never spoken to her before, but she'd noticed him a few times. He was cute and friendly with the people he knew.
He gave her a small smile and sat down beside her. "What's your name?"
"Jenny," she stammered.
"I'm Nathan." He paused, looked away. "Listen, Jenny. I've noticed you around. You look real pretty."
"Oh, I—"
"I was even thinking of asking you out sometime, but now... Well, this isn't how I wanted to meet you."
She was puzzled. "I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about."
He gestured to across the rows of student-filled tables. One boy leaned against the wall near the door, staring directly at her. Recognition sent a shock through her bruised body. He was one of the men at the spa. He had been the one to come on her cheek, kneeling over her.
A hot flush spread over her chest and face. Her eyes watered with humiliation.
"Yeah," Nathan said sympathetically. "He told me all about it."
"He told you?" She choked on the words.
"He's just..." He seemed to cast about for the right words. "He's not great at keeping secrets, if you know what I mean. He told me about it already. I'm afraid he's going to tell everyone."
"Oh God," she whispered.
"I understand this must be hard." He put a hand on her back, rubbing circles across the bruises. She restrained her wince. He was only trying to help.
"Please," she said. "Can't you talk to him? Convince him not to tell?"
"Look, I tried talking to him, but it didn't get through. He doesn't understand what this would do to you. No one would talk to you, Jenny." He laughed a little, looking embarrassed. "Certainly no one would date you. I don't want that to happen to you."
Desperation clawed at her insides. "What should I do?"
"You've put yourself in a tough spot, that's for sure. I suggest you talk to him face-to-face. If he sees how upset this is making you, he might be willing to keep it quiet."
She swallowed, staring at the dark form across the cafeteria. His arms were crossed, his face set in a dark scowl. He didn't look particularly receptive to a request. But she had to try. She had no choice. She started to stand, but Nathan stopped her with a hand on her thigh.
"Not here," he said lowly. "Anyone could hear, and then it would all be over."
Slowly, she sat back down, but he kept his hand on her thigh.
"When, then?" she asked.
"I'll set up a meeting. Someplace private. How about the boy's bathrooms on the third floor?"
The third floor was rarely used after some pipes had burst and ruined most of the carpeting and furniture. "I don't know," she said. "Does it have to be the boy's bathroom?"
"Well, do you want to ask him to go into the girl's bathroom? After all, he's doing you a favor by even meeting with you. It seems like you should be willing to inconvenience yourself a little."
Nathan seemed a little colder, more distant, and she hated that. He was the only person on her side right now. "It's okay," she said quickly. "The boys bathroom will be fine."
He smiled and squeezed her thigh. "That's a good girl. I think this will all work out for the best."
* * *
At the proper time, Jenny climbed the stairs to the third floor. She passed no one and heard nothing. Had the boy not agreed to meet her? She needed to convince him not to tell, but she wasn't sure what she could say, what would convince him that she really was a good girl. She'd been the valedictorian at her school, though that wasn't a huge achievement considering how small it was out in the country. But it had been enough to earn her a scholarship to go here. This was her shot to make something out of her life. She couldn't mess it up.
The door to the boy's bathroom looked just like the ones downstairs, except that the hall lights weren't even on up here, so it was in shadows. She opened the door an inch, relieved to see a faint light spill out.
Nathan was sitting on the counter. Beside him, leaning against the tiled wall, was the man from yesterday.
Nathan smiled. "Told you she would come."
He nodded to her to speak.
She stepped forward hesitantly, staring at the floor. "Listen, I'm really... sorry about what happened yesterday. I never meant for it to happen. I didn't even know until... Well, I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't tell anyone.
