The two guys holding her let her go. Her blouse hanging open, her bra soaked in cum, her skirt only just barely covering her panty clad crotch...the damage was done. Poor Mary. Everywhere she went she was greeting by groping, slaps on the ass, a squeeze of her tit flesh, and male students and professors cornering her to cop a feel and steal a kiss from her.
The effect was night and day. No longer did Mary resist men coming up to her and further ripping up her pantyhose. No more did she pull fruitlessly at the hem of her skirt to try and hide her blue panties. When men kissed her, she would open her mouth and accept the invading tongue, her response only a moan. At one point she even asked a boy who copped a feel of her tight ass who was responsible for all of this. The boy pointed to you through your computer screen. "It's the reader's fault..." he said "...and the author of the story is guiltless. After all, it's not the producer, but the consumer that is responsible for the production of something." Shame on you. Anyway, the boy blew yet another load on her already sopping wet blouse. Her skirt and blouse now dripped with cum. Mary comforted herself with the knowledge that at least her day couldn't get any worse. She was wrong however.
One of her professors cornered her and grinned. "It's almost time for you to meet with the reporter and the photographer for the paper. I have a parting gift before you go." He took his cock out and grabbed the front of her skirt. She expected him to jack off on her skirt like all the other men had done. He did not though. Instead, he placed his load of hot sticky cum somewhere previously untouched. He raised her skirt to her hips and tugged at the waistband on her blue bikini cut panties. Soon he had left a piping hot sticky mess in the gusset of her underwear, his cum now saturating her secret little slitty. She just sighed and carried on walking to conference room where she was to meet the reporter and photographer.
As she walked in, she was greeted by the dean of the college, an overweight and sweaty reporter, and a smelly dirty looking photographer. They had all heard the rumors, of course. But this was beyond their wildest dreams. The most beautiful girl in the entire college, a fresh faced nineteen-year-old heart throb. Her clothes torn, her body exposed, her makeup smeared, her beautifully curled hair matted. Every inch of her dripped with the semen of hundreds of men.
The reporter grinned. "So...Miss Jackson...how are you? I'm Steve." Everything seemed fuzzy in Mary's brain, now addled by powerlessness. "I'd like to ask you a few questions. My photographer will help pose you for your picture for the paper. I dare say this little fluff piece might just make the front page."
The photographer began posing her next to the dean and snapping pictures while the reporter asked her inane questions about nothing that Mary was barely able to answer with the reporter using his station to cop feels of her petite form. "You know..." said the photographer "I really don't think the fabric of that blouse catches the light the way I need it to. And the ripped-up pantyhose really distracts from the overall message we're trying to convey with the article."
Mary groaned, reading into what the man was saying. "Please don't take my clothes away."
The man grinned cruelly. "Oh nonsense. We're not going to take ALL your clothes away. You'll still be in your bra and panties. No one will see a thing. It'll be...like rave wear. You'll be a trend setter. Just trust me." He helped her out of her blouse and skirt, and ripped what little remained of her once modest pantyhose away from her. "There. Now that is so much better. Now stand next to the dean. You know what? Actually...if you could walk on all fours..." She complied without requiring any further direction. "There. Beautiful. Perfect." He started snapping pictures of the beautiful slime covered girl.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Mary never did get her blouse or skirt back. She was jacked off on for pretty much the rest of the day every chance someone got. Men helped themselves to groping her small breasts, her tight ass, and even her cum covered pussy. Once she arrived home Mary showered. And showered. And showered. It took her at least forty minutes to detangle her once long silky hair. It took an entire pack of makeup wipes and facewash to get the nut from her face. She threw on some jammies and climbed into bed. She couldn't explain it. No part of it made sense. Her hand reach into her pajama pants and found her throbbing clit. She masturbated until she had a mind-blowing orgasm. In a moment of post orgasmic bliss, she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
She awoke the next morning, her head now a little more clear. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and rose from bed. She heard the sounds of breakfast being made and looked at her watch. It was Saturday. No class. She slipped her feet into her slippers and a robe and shuffled downstairs to the kitchen. The day was behind her. She would never have to think about it again. Her father looked up from his morning paper.
"Mary, would you care to explain this?"
He folded the paper to show her the front page. "FILTHY FUCKING SLUT WINS AWARD FOR SOCIAL WORK DEPARTMENT" Underneath the largest headline of the front page of the paper was a picture of Mary, caked in cock snot and crawling on all floors in her bra and panties. She groaned as it finally dawned on her. This ordeal was only beginning.
