Part 4: The Walk of Shame.
June sat up in the grass, reaching for what was left of her clothes while sobbing softly in shame. Her bra, blouse, and underwear were useless. cut and torn so badly that they couldn't be worn. She stood and picked up what was left of her skirt, stepping in and pulling it up.
She had to pull the skirt down as much as she could to cover her matted, wet, dripping curls because it was cut so short. Reaching for her underwear, she wiped the dripping cum from her cunt discarding the garment in the bushes.
Grabbing the lower section of her skirt, she tore it down the seam, then wrapped it around her just above her tits as one would a bath towel. Reaching down and picking up her purse, she started walking towards her apartment two blocks away.
It's now midnight. She lives in a quiet neighborhood. Walking down the street, she could feel the sperm of the three men leaking out of her. The light breeze cooled her cunt and caused her to smell the strong smell of primal sex.
As she passes a corner bistro, she sees her reflection in the glass storefront. She looks like a mess. She sees her dark patch of cunt hair below the bottom of her destroyed skirt. The bottoms of her asscheeks are also visible.
June thinks I may as well be naked. The thought triggered another small climax. June reached down, running a finger up her cunt slit and over her clit, cumming again.
June looked around, not noticing the cameraman following her. She picks up the pace to get inside and safe from being exposed as a wanton slut.
Once inside, she rubbed her inflamed naked sloppy cunt.
"I am a slut," she mutters as she falls to her knees, rubbing her inflamed, overheated cunt. She climaxes yet again and falls asleep on the floor, exhausted.
The cameraman and Sue left, knowing she was safe in her apartment.
June woke up at first light, stumbled to the bathroom, and took a long, relaxing cleansing soak.
She then went to bed and slept for another four hours.
June was woken by Casandra's kiss. Cassandra asked her how her night was. She spent the next two hours telling her everything she could remember and how completely vulnerable she felt.
But how she enjoyed having someone control her and shame her without physically harming her. Of course, there was the horse cock on Tiny. She told Casandra that he ripped her and she is still hurting around her vagina.
Casandra said, "Let me see how much damage he did to your money maker."
June said, "I'm not a whore."
She replied, "I know you're not." It's a joke, June. Now let me see. They went to the bedroom. June removed her housecoat and laid back with her knees up.
Cassandra peels back June's labia to expose a tear in the flesh between her twat and her asshole.
Casandra got some first aid cream and applied it to the area affected. Then she bent over, kissed her mound, and said, "There, all better." as they both laughed.
June got serious and said, "I never imagined a man with so much penis."
Casandra replied, "I heard he was hung like a mule," adding that June should go without underwear for the next few days.
Just then, the phone rang. It was Sue.
Sue asked her how she was and told her that everything appeared to be going well. She further told June to meet her out front in thirty minutes for brunch and a little shopping.
