The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02

... that Monica's naked body collapsed onto the floor.

"Syl...via?" The naked girl gasped.

Tears streaked down her face as her shaking arms struggled to find something to cover.

"It's okay." Sylvia said. "I'm here, now."

But it was not okay.

The crowd, angry that their perverted prize was being kept from them, formed a circle around the two girls. Sylvia let one arm down to lift her friend to her feet, the girl's small hands clutching on to her sleeve as she pulled herself up.

She wanted to stand between her naked friend and the angry mob, but no matter where she stood there was some vulnerability. The only thing stopping them from rushing both girls was the bit of sharp wood in her hand.

One man leapt at her and she stepped aside, letting him collapse to the ground. Another grabbed at her arm and she swiped the wood at him, the animalistic instinct of the guy making him recoil back.

But while she was distracted on that front, more hands grabbed from behind her. She felt a tugging on her dress and she was pulled off of her balance. The only thing stopping her from falling was the fact that Ivy's knot had come undone, giving her enough space to catch herself.

The crowd was closing in on her, Sylvia's dress was hanging on by a single strap as the shaking Monica clutched her gown for comfort.

And then a boy to her side lunged forward, landing on his face just in front of the two. Sylvia looked up at where he had been standing and saw Ivy there, holding ...

... a metal drum stand like a quarterstaff.

"Come on!" She shouted, and shoved an arm beneath Monica's free shoulder, heaving the girl up on her feet.

The crowd had mostly parted and were none too eager to return to their assault as a few of the adults in the room had started to come in from the other side, admonishing the mob. Sylvia, Ivy, and Monica had made it to the side of the room as the rest of the students scattered like vultures.

They set her down outside the building, far away from the rest of the crowd near the backstage doors for trucks to enter and leave. Slowly, she was eased to the ground where Monica's legs folded underneath her and she began to kneel in place.

Ivy threw her jacket around the shivering naked girl to give her some coverage. The air had grown cold with the sensation of distant rain bringing a front in with it.

Short, choked-back sobs punctuated the silence as Sylvia looked away from her friend, pretending to be more interested in fixing her broken dress' strap. Red marks adorned most of the girl's torso where hundreds of hands had had their way with her - it was hard to look at.

Ivy knelt next to the sobbing girl and threw her arms around her, pulling the jacket tighter as she did so. A slight mist was forming around them, the air growing suddenly more frigid.

"I'm sorry..." Monica was the first to break the silence. "You all had to rescue me."

"Don't apologize." Ivy said into her ear.

"Sorry for apologizing." Monica put ...