”He stopped. After a few seconds, she felt the bed shift as he stood and left the room. “I’ll join you guys soon” she said as he left. If only...the room would stop spinning… if only the room would stop spinning she get up and return to the party or she’d get up and slash some water in her face… or she’d pull up her bloody knickers at least – Joel had them at half mast, hanging around her knees.She dozed off. She would have slept all night if it weren’t for the feeling of hands slowly moving up. Unfortunately, it's raining pretty hard, so I got soaked." And what about the bruises? How'd you get them?"She took another long sip of the brandy. "Umm, this is good. I can feel it all the way in my tummy. It's warming me up." She sighed. "Okay, here's what happened. Paul and I got into an argument and he ended up bashing me. I left him. I ran out, got into the car and drove around in the rain for a while aimlessly, then I thought of you, and so, here I am."I examined her face. "Bashing is the. Eventually the little red light on the screen blinked off. The show was over. In an unseen room, the bidding began. I wouldn't witness it, sadly. --Nicolette dragged me to the dressing room again just a few minutes later.“Well?” I asked. I wanted to know what I was worth.“You did well in the interview,” she said. She grinned at me, “You were a very good girl, Alanna!”“Stop teasing me, NIcolette,” I said.“You did well in the auction too,” she added with a smile, enjoying her secret.“Gah!”“Okay,. That’s what they’d been doing when she felt them touching her back, leaving a count of how many times they fucked her. There were eleven marks, eleven assfucks in total, going on for hours. Each guy had managed to fuck her three or four times, at least she hoped that was what it meant. Strictly speaking she couldn’t be sure they didn’t have eleven different guys lined up to go once each. She felt sick in the pit of her stomach at the idea but took a deep breath and composed herself, assuring.