Chapter 3 A Porn Star is Born

I was shell shocked after my experience at the football team party. It seemed like hours before I could even think of peeling myself off the sticky cum covered floor. The cabin was just one of those sparse things only used for gatherings and parties, so there was no running water. As a result I would have to put my clothes back on right over the dried and sticky cum, which seemed to cover my entire body and was dripping from just about every opening in my body.

As I found my various pieces of clothing, which the Guys had scattered around as they tore them from me in a savage lust driven rage. Well, at least nothing seemed to be torn or ruined, other than the obvious cum staining on just about everything. That should wash out I guess, so I felt pretty lucky, considering ... you know, the whole gang rape thing.

As I slipped my red lace panties up my legs, I cringed at how they stuck and dragged over every place where my legs were covered with cum. Putting on my bra was just as unnerving, and my whole body shivered as a wave of humiliation and shame overwhelmed me. It was so overwhelming that my legs felt weak and I was sure I would fall straight to the floor.

Something that was even more overwhelming for me, was the fact that my small cock got hard as a rock and I felt it twitch and shoot my own cum into my already damp panties. What the FUCK??? I just had one of my most intense orgasms of my life and I was not even touching myself. How could I cum so hard from just feeling the shame of putting on my cum covered lingerie? Was it the memories of the hard fucking and oral rape I went through all night? Was it the feeling of complete degradation I felt and still feel? My mind seemed to be short circuiting, as I tried to process all of the thoughts and emotions. I couldn’t make my mind focus on any one thing. It raced from thought to thought. Then one thing was clear. I needed to talk with the one group of people who could help me process all of this. I needed my stripper family.

The trip back to my house was uneventful, except that I seemed to stick in my car seat every time I moved as I drove home. My GOD, I was so glad that Trevor wanted to meet me at the party, so I had to drive myself. I couldn’t even imagine how long it would have taken me to walk out of the park, especially since I would have to walk in these 4 inch heels and wearing a short, tight skirt and clingy top.

Thankfully, mom was not home when I got there. I was able to peel my sticky clothes off my body and get into the shower. The feeling of the warm water on my sticky skin felt amazing. But even as I was feeling the relief of the sins being cleansed from my body, I was also feeling a kind of loss, like getting rid of mementos, that remind me of a lost lover. “What the FUCK is wrong with me?” I thought for the hundredth time since I woke up in a pool of cum this morning.

Before I cold torture my mind any more, I got into my bed and quickly passed out. I would love to say that I slept restfully and woke with complete understanding and comfort with my thoughts and feelings, but this was FAR from the truth. I seemed to have dream after dream, one more nasty and erotic than the last. I don’t remember all of the details, but they all seemed to center around me surrounded by men, so many men, and I was sucking so many cocks, stroking so many cocks, being fucked by so many cocks. I have never had dreams so vivid, and to my shame, I never woke with my bed covered with so much cum. I can’t even imagine how many times I had cum during my lurid dreams. At first, I thought I had peed the bed because it was so wet.

Yes, I definitely needed another shower before I could even think of dressing and heading down to the club. And yes, I could not stop myself from rubbing and touching myself, while reliving my experience from the night before. Even as I watched the cum shoot from my cock and slowly slide down the slick tiles of the shower, I couldn’t tear my mind away from its conflict, trying to deal with my repulsion and overpowering sexual desire I was feeling as result of my gang rape.