It was a very crowded party and Stephanie wanted to enjoy it. She had recently arrived to the big city and was flashed by how exciting it showed.
A couple of guys saw her and since she was new to town she accepted them as she now had somebody to chat with. They invited her one drink and she went to dance. Then another drink was in her hand and some minutes later she was a bit drunk and felt like laughing on everything.
Maybe it was her low alcoholic tolerance or being new at town, but she didn’t react much as her new friends started to grope her everywhere. They even raised the hem of her short blue skirt and started to blatantly touch her thighs.
She continued dancing as if nothing was happening and soon they got her straps off her shoulders and her nice flowered blouse went down to her waist.
Hands were everywhere and guys took turns to kiss her and pass her around. Every now and then they got another drink and slightly forced her to drink it. She couldn’t fight much back, but also her mind was so gone that she just opened her mouth and swallowed as they poured the cup into it.
Utterly defenseless she was carried to a couch nearby where they continued to undress her. A couple of minutes later she was completely naked and as one of the guys sucked her tits, the other drilled her with his cock in her pussy.
She somehow noted that something was very wrong, but couldn’t even react. As a matter of fact she wouldn’t be able to ask for help as her tongue felt uncontrollable.
She laid there letting the guys take her. One after the other, several men took a place between her legs and pumped her pussy raw.
It was almost 10AM in the morning when she woke up in the same couch. She had a headache like no one she had experienced before as result of the extreme hangover. Also her body ached everywhere. Her pussy, her nipples, even her mouth was swollen and aching.
She tried to remember what happened last night, but her memory was not there. She couldn’t recall anything but short incoherent flashes that didn’t make sense in her mind.
She had been abused, taken by those guys. She tried to focus on their faces, but she wasn’t able to remember them. She didn’t even remember how many of them used her. She felt a thrill all through her spine and looked over for her clothes.
Completely ashamed she dressed herself up again and started walking home. She couldn’t even find her purse and perhaps she’ll have to walk more than 40 blocks to get at her hotel.
As she started walking some tears watered her eyes. She was so angry with herself. Why had she been so naif? What had she done?