The third orgasm hits me so hard my legs give out completely. I would have fallen if they were not holding me up. Hot liquid squirts out of me in shameful pulses, soaking Lucia’s hand and wrist, dripping down my thighs in messy streams. I cannot stop the tiny broken moans that escape no matter how hard I try.

They finally drag me out of the recreation hall, one of them keeping a hand over my mouth the whole way. My habit is barely closed. My legs are shaking. Cum and my own wetness coat my skin. I feel filthy. Used. And still so achingly empty.

They take me to...