Giving up on pulling myself through the window I tried to lift my upper body off the floor. It was clear that I wasn't getting enough exercise as I struggled upward, finally managing to get my hands on the sill and edge my way back towards the outside.
A slam of a door outside made me freeze , and I waited, half-terrified, and half-excited by the thought that I might get fucked again. When nothing happened I started squirming, turning my body to the side so that this time I could get through side-ways.
When I finally plopped the the ground I panted from exertion and fear. I stayed there, head in hands until my alarm went off, signalling that I'd somehow spent over an hour that morning being passed from one man to the next.
With a groan I got to my feet, going into the bedroom to turn off the alarm before deciding whether I should go to work or not. Shouldn't being fucked raw count as a valid sickness excuse? |