The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... rushing towards her - the mess of spilled punch and discarded napkins doing nothing to cushion the fall.

She felt a shock as her naked body hit the concrete but there wasn't any time to focus on that. People rushed to her aid, not to get her upright but to start groping her once more, but Sylvia was able to muster what little strength she had to push away some of the hands, slapping at the palms and swinging her arms into people.

A gap formed in the crowd as she observed some familiar faces in the sea of leering onlookers - Lucas was holding a folding chair and pushing into the crowd like a train, the unaware students getting knocked away as the metal collided with their backs. Monica was holding an unattached cymbal, slashing at people who tried to retake the space that Lucas had made.

A boy was thrown over her, collapsing into a pile next to her and then sitting upright to grab at his nose, which looked broken. And then a strong pair of hands hoist her up and began to push her from behind. A familiar voice called out over her shoulder.

"Back the hell off or you'll end up like him!"

She felt herself leaving the ground, and when she looked up, Sylvia saw who it was that was carrying her like a child.

"Ivy?"

"Don't worry, we're almost out of here." She said. "I can't let my property get hurt."

She was set down outside the building, the four of them having left through the same door by the loading docks from which Ivy had left earlier. Dark clouds had ...

... formed overhead and there was the sight of rain obscuring the city lights in the distance. The only source of light around them was a dim streetlight that gave them a little island in the night.

Sylvia couldn't find her footing and leaned towards the closest person as Monica turned to hold her upright for a while. Some warm cloth was tossed over her shoulders as a jacket-less Lucas walked in front of her to take her spare hand.

Sylvia collapsed on the ground, tears in her eyes.

All she could do was cry.

The whole day was stressful, and she'd never had the chance to really decompress from it all. When the crowd had groped her, the last feeling of control she had over herself snapped away. Even now, on the cold concrete, she still felt their hands wriggling over her body like insects - the hot gaze of the eyes still burning her body.

She looked down. Her breasts were bruised where they'd been squeezed by so many hundreds of hand, her nipples still enlarged and swollen from pinches. She saw the damage extend down her stomach and couldn't stand to look any further.

Monica, Lucas, and Ivy stood by her, wordlessly. There was nothing that they could say to improve the situation, but she still felt a little bit safer knowing there was at least some defense from the mob. Sylvia had an unshakable feeling as though they were still out there, looking for her.

There was the distant sound of rumbling from somewhere far away.

"Do you need anything?" Monica finally ...