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The Life of Jane - Chapter Four - "Volunteer Work"
20-year-old Cathy worked as a volunteer at the local Children's Hospital. She had bumped into Jane earlier in the week and the two swapped old high school memories and updated each other on the latest happenings in their young lives.
Even though Cathy had been the upperclassman by a year over Jane, she'd heard lots of rumors back in high school about how 'nice' Jane was. "Nice" in the sense of being naive and stupid that is. When the two were talking, Cathy felt compelled to 'test' Jane to see if she was still as dumb and trusting as she'd remembered hearing so she asked Jane to do simple things as they chatted. Satisfied that the stupid, trusting blonde hadn't changed a bit in the last few years, she invited her to join her at the hospital and volunteer. She made sure she tugged at Jane's heartstrings and reinforced how important it was to 'give back to the community'.
Cathy had less than honorable plans for Jane though. Having worked as a volunteer since high school, she knew the in's and out's of the hospital. She could hardly contain her excitement when she saw Jane walk through the automatic doors.
"Hi Jane!" Cathy bubbled as she bounded up next to the buxom blonde and took her by the arm. "I'm so happy you decided to volunteer here. We've got a lot to do before you get started so let me take you around and introduce you."
Jane smiled broadly at Cathy's energy and enthusiasm and the two headed down a long, mostly white corridor arm-in-arm.
Along the way Cathy introduced Jane to a lot of staff and pointed to places of interest like the restrooms and break areas. Cathy talked endlessly about the hospital, the kids and how great it was to work there while Jane blindly signed release documents and other work related forms that made her an 'official' volunteer.
"Okay great, you're done," Cathy beamed, "now we can get you started."
Jane grinned with pride as she followed Cathy to her first assignment. She figured she'd be doing yucky work at first, but was willing and able to do it all.
"I've already spoken to the ward administrator and you'll be doing child care today," Cathy began as the two walked side-by-side down another long corridor. "Basically, it's real simple. Your job is to keep the kids entertained for a few hours during the day. You'll be in a large playroom with about four or five kids at a time. Do you think you can handle that?"
Confident that she could easily handle four of five sick children after she'd babysat the Henderson triplets, Jane firmly answered, "Definitely."
"There are only a few simple rules you'll have to follow while you're with the children. It's very important that you try and make them as comfortable as possible whenever you can. In other words, don't argue with them and try to do what they ask, especially if they want to play games and stuff," Cathy instructed. "You'll find that things go a lot smoother if you just let them do whatever they want and not get in their way. Remember, these are sick kids."
Jane felt a twinge of sadness and she nodded her understanding.
"I don't mean to make you sad, but I just want you to know how important it is that we make these kids time here as enjoyable as possible," Cathy said as she put her arm around Jane and hugged her.
Cathy showed Jane into a large playroom filled with big rubber balls, toys and games. The view outside was spectacular. One whole wall was a window that overlooked a large grassy area one story below where staff and patients could eat lunch or just lounge. And on a beautiful sunny day like today, she was sure it would be used just for that purpose.
"Okay, here's your new home for today," Cathy said as she held the door and let Jane walk in. "Oh yeah, one more thing," she said as her voice dropped in tone and her demeanor seemed to change, "you'll need to change, too."
"Change?" asked Jane.
"Yeah, it's part of the hospital policy that when you do daycare that you're required to dress like the children. It was clearly stated in the papers you signed earlier. Didn't you read that? You signed it."
"Oh, yeah, I read that," Jane lied, "I...just forgot, that's all."
"Good. Here's your gown," Cathy said as she tossed Jane a hospital gown. "You can change in there," she pointed to a bathroom, "just make sure the opening is to the back."
Jane caught the gown and sheepishly turned and went into the bathroom to change. She cursed herself for not paying closer attention to the papers she'd signed, not that it would make any difference in her decision to volunteer, just that she should have paid closer attention. She took off her clothes except for her bra and panties, slid the gown over her arms and tied the four ties in the back. "I hate these things," she muttered to herself. She folded her clothes and put her shoes on top of them and grabbed the whole stack and walked out.
"You can put your clothes in here," Cathy said as she showed Jane a small locker space.
When Jane turned her back on Cathy she immediately saw that Jane was still wearing her bra and panties.
"Uh, excuse me," Cathy cleared her throat with a fake sound, "I thought you said you read the instructions. It said you're supposed to dress like the kids. They're only allowed to wear the gown in case they need an examination. I'm sorry, but you can't wear your bra and panties Jane."
Jane felt flush. The idea of being naked around children except for some stupid hospital gown made Jane feel like passing out. She didn't know what to say and wanted to protest, but then again she didn't want to make a bad impression on her first day. She fumbled for the right words, "I was hoping that we could make an exception on my first day."
"Gee, I'm sorry, there's just no way," Cathy frowned, "if you don't want to serve your community and these needy kids, I'll understand."
Jane felt awful. Not only would her refusal make HER look bad, but she'd be letting down her whole community and most importantly these poor sick children. She dropped her head in shame and said, "No, it's okay. I'll do it."
Minutes later Jane stepped out from the bathroom and handed Cathy her bra and panties. Cathy smiled and hugged her, making sure she slid her hand up and down her naked back.
Cathy told Jane to make herself comfortable and that the children would be in in a few minutes. Cathy left the room and Jane sat on a big rubber ball. A large mirror was on the wall opposite the window and Jane checked her appearance as she wiggled her naked bottom on the cool rubber surface to get it warm.
On the other side of the large mirror was a small room where Cathy had secretly gone. Inside the room she could watch everything that happened since it was a two-way mirror. She could hardly contain her excitement at what was about to happen. Jane had no idea that Cathy had arranged for four young girls from the sex offender section to be Jane's first daycare group. The girls assigned to this section were often there for evaluation after committing some sort of sexual offense. Usually they were the worst of the worst. The girls Cathy had hand selected ranged in age from 10 to 13. Each of them had been accused of having voracious appetites for sexual activity well beyond their years. All of them had abused their victims with oral, vaginal and anal rape and they were definite dangers to society.
After waiting a few minutes alone, Jane jumped to her feet when she heard the door open. In strolled four young girls, all about pre-teen age. The oldest and tallest was a strawberry blonde girl who looked kind of tough. She was actually about an inch or more taller than she and inside her mind Jane just shook her head at how quickly it seemed young girls were developing these days. The two middle-aged girls or so she guessed, were twins and both about 12. The youngest looked to be around 10 or so. Jane smiled at them and walked over and introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Jane," she said as she extended her hand, "and you're?"
Each girl sauntered by and reluctantly shook Jane's hand and introduced herself. Jane sensed a certain 'distance' surrounding the girls. None of them actually made eye contact with her, but rather glanced up at her through scruffy hair. Their dark eyes had a rather sinister feel to them and Jane felt a little uncomfortable.
The four girls quietly meandered about at first and Jane let them. She watched them as they slowly huddled in the corner and talked quietly amongst themselves. She figured they were just shy and didn't know how to act with an adult around. She could feel their eyes on her as she walked up to the mirror and straightened her hair as she thought of ways to break the ice.
In the reflection, Jane could see all the girls staring at her. When she turned around to face them they all huddled together again and started giggling.
Jane's discomfort got the best of her and she blatantly asked, "What's so funny?" She figured the girls were just as uncomfortable and that's why they were laughing. It was more nervousness than anything.
The tallest and obviously oldest girl cleared her throat and glanced at her friends before she spoke, "Well, you're wearing a hospital gown, too."
Jane sighed at the innocence. "Well, that's so you'll feel more comfortable. If I'm dressed like you then you'll want to play with me more, see?"
Jane didn't realize what her words did to the four young offenders. Wording things as she did sent bolts of excitement into all of them. They all stiffened simultaneously as if shocked with electricity. Smiles and excited looks filled their faces and Jane knew she'd struck a nerve with them. She felt good that she'd made her first connection with the girls.
"So what would you like to do? Are there any games you'd like to play?" Jane asked excitedly, hoping to capitalize on her latest achievement.
The girls all looked at each other and the youngest girl said, "Horsy! I like to play horsy!"
"Horsy?" asked a confused Jane, "what's horsy?"
The girl put her hands on her hips and looked at Jane like she was crazy. She said, "You know, that's where I get to ride on your back silly. Like a horsy."
Jane paused at the request. The idea of getting on all fours and having some kid ride her like a horse wasn't very appealing.
On the other side of the mirror Cathy muttered to herself, "Do it bitch. Get on your hands and knees. Do it." Her excitement was spilling onto her underwear and she reached under her skirt to squeeze her pussy a few times.
Jane's reluctance tempered when she remembered Cathy's words and she succumbed to the girls' request saying, "Okay, just once though, okay?"
"Sure," beamed the little girl.
The other girls formed a loose circle and pushed away toys on the floor. All their eyes were wide with excitement as Jane knelt down in front of them.
Before Jane could even attempt to gather her gown in the back, the little girl jumped on her back and forced her hands to the floor. Jane was shocked at the harshness of the attack and felt her gown stretch to the max on her back. The little girls' legs wrapped tightly around her hips and she grabbed handfuls of Jane's long beautiful hair for reins.
"Giddy up!" the girl shouted as she squeezed her knees together and rocked her underwear-covered pelvis on Jane's back.
"Ungh!" gasped Jane as the air was forced from her lungs. Instinctively, she reared forward and began to walk on all fours. Her huge tits swung freely from side-to-side underneath her. Although she couldn't be sure, Jane was convinced that her bare ass was visible to the other three girls. She desperately wanted to cover herself but with the little girl on her back it was impossible. All she could do was try and amble her self so that the other girls couldn't see.
"Weeee!" cried the little girl as she pulled on Jane's hair and snapped it like reins, "go horsy!"
Jane kept crawling across the carpeted floor.
The other girls kept jumping in front of her to make her change direction. They yelped and laughed as Jane crawled.
The older girl grabbed a plastic jump rope and jammed it in Jane's mouth and quickly tied it tightly behind her head. She handed the ends to the little girl and said, "There, now you have real reins."
Jane tried to protest, but the plastic rope pressed down on her tongue so she couldn't annunciate her words. The tension pulled her cheeks back and ripped at her flesh.
The little girl kept jerking her head back and from side-to-side to test her new reins.
Jane was helpless to resist. The weight of the girl was too much for her to stand. All she could do was crawl.
The little girl kept rocking her pelvis on Jane's back. It took a long time before Jane realized that all the girls had underwear on and she didn't. In her confused and frightened state, it didn't make sense.
One of the girls then smacked Jane's ass and yelled, "GO!"
Jane winced and crawled a little faster. Her naked ass glistened with sweat.
The little girl reached back and smacked Jane's ass again, "Go horsy. Faster."
Jane huffed and puffed as she did her best to bound around the room. Her huge tits swung wildly beneath her. She could feel her back caving, which pushed her pussy further between her legs. She was getting tired and her knees ached.
The little girl kept lashing her back and kicking her, but Jane was running out of gas. She could feel Jane sweating beneath her so she undid the ties on her gown one-by-one.
Jane was so fatigued that she didn't even feel her gown loosen and slowly drop off her shoulders. Her vision was blurred and when her knees crawled on her gown she stumbled forward and fell. She lay there for a few moments to catch her breath until she felt a sting on her ass.
"Get up horsy!" yelled the little girl who stood straddling Jane. "Come on, get up, my ride's not done yet!"
Jane felt her head snap back when the girl jerked up on the jump rope.
"I said GET UP HORSE!"
Jane felt another slap on her ass and she jumped to her hands and knees.
The little girl immediately sat back down and she kicked Jane in the ribs yelling, "Giddy up!"
Jane did her best to crawl across the floor. She didn't even realize that she was totally nude. Her gown was quickly picked up by the oldest girl and pushed out the window and onto the lawn.
One of the twins said, "Hey, let's play farmer!"
"Cool," said the other twin, "she can be our cow."
The girls all exchanged knowing looks. The youngest girl quickly dismounted her horse and tied Jane to the handle of a drawer.
Cathy was openly thrusting her fingers in her pussy. Watching these girls humiliate Jane as they were was more than she expected.
The girls all gazed at Jane's enormous breasts as they hung like giant water filled balloons under her heaving chest.
Jane was too tired to do anything but try and catch her breath. She just knelt on all fours and panted.
"Mr. Farmer," a twin said to the other, "looks like your cow needs milking."
"Sure does," she responded, "wanna help?"
"Sure, be happy too," she role-played back.
Then the two girls grabbed small chairs and pulled them up alongside Jane. Each one then made a circle between their fingers and thumbs and grabbed Jane's melon as close to her chest as possible and then forcefully squeezed and milked the huge mammary downward.
Jane winced a little as her breasts were squeezed and stretched. Her mind was clouded by fatigue, but she still felt the painful sensation.
Over and over Jane blinked and winced when the girls tiny hands squeezed and stretched her breasts. She'd never felt anything like that before. On one hand it was kind of painful, but then again it felt kind of good. She wanted to ask the girls what they were doing, but she still couldn't speak. Her mind was entering a strange place she'd never been before. She wanted to resist but felt helpless to do so. Her emotions were torn in half. She knew what they were doing was innocent child's play and they undoubtedly didn't know the effect it was having on her. Jane was slipping deeper and deeper into her own thoughts. Outside happenings were becoming cluttered and muffled. The children's voices were mere muttering now and she couldn't distinguish words.
Jane's chest continued to heave but now it wasn't because she was out of breath. The girl's continuous manipulation of her breasts was getting her aroused. Both breasts were swelling both from gravity and the girls constant 'milking' action. She could feel her aureoles and nipples harden with engorgement and stiffen with fullness. Even though she couldn't see them, she knew they were getting red.
The oldest girl tossed some hand cream to the twins, "Here, this'll help."
The twins quickly coated their hands with cream and restarted milking Jane's tits. Their hands easily slid down the long, thick crimson tube that was Jane's tit.
The oldest girl then walked to a small broom closet and took out two brooms, one a push broom and the other a normal broom. She unscrewed the head of the push broom and discarded it. She pulled two wooden chairs with arms along each side of Jane. She then propped one end of the broom stick against the chair arm and silently slid the other end under Jane's hips and onto her other side.
Jane had no idea what was happening behind her. Her head was still tied to the drawer and her mouth was still gagged. Her mind was consumed with the incredible sensations of the twins milking action and she didn't even feel the broomstick next to her hipbone.
The oldest girl then went to Jane's other side and grabbed hold of the broomstick and firmly lifted Jane's hips before plopping the stick down on the other armchair. Jane's hips were so high her feet were barely able to touch the ground.
Jane winced as the stick dug into her skin and her hips were raised up. She tried as best she could to balance herself with her hands, which were still firmly planted in the carpet. She tried to ask what was happening but she couldn't speak. Jane tried desperately to reduce the pressure from the stick by standing on her toes and it helped a little.
Before Jane could fully comprehend what was happening, she felt an ankle being lashed to the leg of a chair, first one and then the other. She kept trying to grunt her disapproval, but it was to no avail. Words just weren't coming out and she wasn't making sense. She knew there was no way for these girls to understand what she was saying, so she kind of understood why they weren't stopping.
One of the girls untied her head from the drawer and Jane sighed in relief. Then without warning Jane felt someone grab one of her wrists and pull her arm behind her. She collapsed to the ground face first. Her other arm was roughly brought behind her back too and she struggled as much as she could but it wasn't enough. She puffed air through her nose and bit down hard on the plastic 'bit'. All she could do was grunt and moan as the girls took the loose ends of her 'harness' and tied her head back to her arms.
Meanwhile, Cathy couldn't take it anymore. She'd already brought herself to three glorious climaxes and the girls were just beginning to defile Jane. She just had to get in on Jane's humiliation before things got too out of control. She adjusted her clothes and walked into the playroom.
Jane turned beet red with embarrassment and humiliation when she saw Cathy walk in. She didn't know how Cathy would react and she didn't care. All Jane wanted was FREE. Jane pleaded with her eyes as Cathy approached and began to speak.
"You girls having fun with your new volunteer?"
The girls all nodded 'yes' and giggled.
Jane felt a tear drip from her eye. She couldn't believe Cathy wasn't going to help her get free. The carpet was digging into the side of her face and the broomstick into her hips. She was hogtied like some wild animal and Cathy wasn't going to do anything to help.
"Okay, then. I'll check back in an hour or so to make sure things are going okay," Cathy told the girls. Before she left she leaned down to Jane and whispered in her ear, "You're a real trooper Jane. Keep up the good work. You've really made these girls happy." Just before she exited the door, Cathy turned around and said, "Oh yeah, one more thing. I just thought you should know these girls are from the Juvenile Sexual Offenders ward."
Jane felt a sick feeling rush through her body. She started to whimper and whine as best she could, "Why? Why are you doing this to me?" She didn't want to make them happy anymore, she wanted free. She wiggled and grunted as Cathy left the room. Fearful of what was coming next, Jane moaned and groaned for the girls to untie her. She could only slightly rock her shoulders side-to-side because her ankles were bound to the chair legs and held her legs wide open. She paused and listened when the older girl spoke.
"Get me the ruler and a magic marker," she told the youngest girl.
When the girl returned with the two requested items, the older girl placed the ruler next to the end of the regular broomstick and made tick marks along its shaft every inch. From the 6 to 12 inch mark, she wrote the corresponding number next to the tick mark. When she finished she tossed the marker to one of the twins and said, "Write something nasty on the bitch."
The twin smiled and wrote in large letters on Jane's left ass cheek "S L". Her sister wrote "U T" on her other ass cheek. Then on Jane's back in big bold letters she wrote, "I'm a Sperm Bank. Make Deposits in Rear" and then drew a long thick arrow that ended on Jane's anus.
The two twins then grabbed a couple cushions and lifted Jane's upper torso and shoved them under her shoulders. Then one of the ripped the cord from the window shade and began to wrap it tightly around the base of one of Jane's engorged tits. Her sister took the loose end and did the same to the other swollen breast. They tightened the cord until both tits flamed red with blood and vessels protruded from under her skin.
Jane blinked and wiggled with pain, but could do little else. She had no idea what the older girl wanted the marker and ruler for, but she was terrified to find out. Her tits were throbbing like never before and she feared they may burst open. The pain grew increasingly worse and gravity didn't help.
The youngest girl took the ruler and started spanking Jane's ass and pussy. Her ass cheeks and pussy lips immediately grew bright red. Jane couldn't even flinch because of her binds. She just had to take it. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as all she could do was whimper and wince.
"Let's see how deep this bitch is," said the older girl as she raised the broomstick and pointed it at Jane's pussy. "Get her wet," she instructed the youngest girl.
Jane felt a small thumb press down directly on her clit and begin to rub in a small circle. "Oh no," she thought in her deranged mind, "please no!" Jane tried with all her might to resist but her body betrayed her. It took only a few seconds of rubbing for her pussy to moisten. Jane sniveled her disappointment and began to sob.
"Wow, that didn't take long," said the older girl as she slowly pushed the broomstick into the third line.
Jane moaned when she felt the stick being withdrawn but had no idea it was only to the second line before it was pushed deeper to the fifth.
"Hmmm, so far so good," said the older girl as she withdrew the broomstick another inch before pushing it to the seven-inch mark.
When Jane moaned again the older girl sarcastically remarked, "Hey Mikie, I think she likes it." Again she withdrew the stick and then pushed it in again. When Jane stiffened at the eighth inch the girl said, "Oops, looks like we hit bottom girls."
When the broomstick bumped against the top of Jane's uterus it brought tears to her eyes again. Even though the girl had moved slowly, it still hurt.
"Okay, girls, I need to get this thing nice and lubricated to check the other hole, so lets go," and she proceeded to start pumping the broomstick in and out of Jane's pussy with increased speed and force. The girls watched as Jane's pussy latched onto the stick and almost turned inside out a few times.
The older girl made sure she only withdrew the stick as far as the third mark before banging it to between the eighth and ninth mark. She liked to watch Jane stiffen and grunt when she bottomed out on the top of her uterus. She also liked the feeling she got from the handle of the broom. It felt kind of weird as it thumped home.
After a few minutes of fucking Jane with the broomstick, the older girl pulled it out and then pushed it against Jane's anus. Holding the broom nearly straight overhead and pushing downward with a strong steady pace, she pushed the broomstick deep into Jane's ass.
All the girls started counting simultaneously as the stick hit the 'six' mark.
"Six"
"Seven"
"Eight" the girls giggled with anticipation.
"Nine" they squealed with delight.
"Ten" they screamed excitedly.
"ELEVEN" they yelled in disbelief.
Jane squirmed and clenched her anus tightly as the stick was inserted nearly a foot. She could feel it touching her lungs or so she was convinced.
"Cool!" said the oldest girl when she reached the end.
Holding the broomstick at eye level with both hands she forcefully pulled the stick halfway out and then leaned on it again. She kept doing this until Jane's ass relaxed enough so she could do it repeatedly with ease. Within a minute she was pumping the stick in and out of Jane's ass like she was churning butter. Up and down, up and down she kept jamming the broomstick harder and faster.
Jane's ass was turning a foamy pink color. Drops of blood were mixing with her own natural lubrication. Each downward thrust felt like it knocked her wind out, but the girl didn't seem to care and she kept at it.
The older girl soon tired and one of the twins took over. She pumped the broom handle in Jane's ass until she tired and then let her sister do it. Every girl had a turn or two.
Jane had lost count. Her anus was on fire from the friction alone. She felt like passing out. The pressure from her bound tits didn't compare to what her ass felt like.
When the girls had had their fill of fucking Jane's ass with the broomstick, the stopped. They untied her ankles and Jane lifelessly flipped over on the floor and lay there motionless.
The girls stared at Jane's huge mammoth, bound tits, all red and engorged. They slapped at them with the ruler, taking special care to flick her nipples often and hard.
Jane was almost unresponsive. She barely flinched at the torture.
One of the twins bent over and with both hands grabbed one of Jane's swollen mammary and placed her lips on the engorged nipple. She slowly bit down until Jane winced with pain. Then she sucked down hard until the nipple was bright purple. The other twin followed suit.
The oldest girl poured a glass of cold water on Jane, which startled her to a new level of alertness.
Lying on her back with her arms still bound behind her and tied to her mouth, Jane was helpless to resist. One by one starting with the oldest, each girl lowered her panties and squatted over Jane's face and pissed on her.
Jane gagged on enough piss to choke a horse. She felt like vomiting as the warm tangy liquid splashed in her mouth and on her face, hair and breasts.
The oldest girl then took the magic marker and wrote on Jane's upper chest "Free Milk" and on her tummy she wrote "Donations Gladly Accepted Here" with an arrow pointing to Jane's vagina. The girls continued to abuse Jane's pussy, ass and breasts until Cathy finally returned.
Cathy was nearly spent. She'd cum so many times she couldn't count them all. They untied Jane and put her in a wheel chair. Cathy pushed the naked, bruised and defiled teenager throughout the hospital. She pretended to be looking for a fictitious doctor and had to stop at nearly every office and gathering place to ask someone.
Patients, staff and visitors stared at the unusual spectacle in disbelief. People murmured amongst themselves and pointed at Jane as Cathy pushed her around to further her humiliation.
Jane was in a state of shock and barely blinked when patients and staff alike glared at her huge swollen and bruised tits. She was just glad the abuse was over for now. Not only did her body ache but being placed on display as she was was humiliating. She wanted to shrink into a ball and die.
Finally Cathy pushed Jane into the cafeteria. The crowded room grew strangely silent when Cathy positioned Jane where nearly everyone had a clear view of the naked, bruised, buxom teenager.
Jane was petrified. She clung to the arms on the wheelchair and stared back at everyone staring back at her. Her skin rippled with goose bumps and her nipples hardened as a result. She held her breath and tried to disappear.
Cathy then grabbed a glass and a spoon and began to clank the glass to get everyone's attention.
Jane turned beet red and felt like passing out. She had no idea what Cathy was doing or why.
"Excuse me," Cathy began aloud, "excuse me! May I have everyone's attention? I'd like to introduce the newest member of our volunteer staff. Everyone, this is Jane. Now I'm sure that you can all see that Jane is completely naked. Jane, please stand and show everyone."
Jane was shocked, frozen. She couldn't move.
"Come on Jane, stand up so everyone can see you."
Jane was in a state of shock. When Cathy grabbed her arm and coaxed her up, Jane just stood automatically.
Cathy reveled in her humiliation of the stupid buxom blonde beauty. She wanted Jane to stand so they could read what the girls had written on her and to make sure that Jane was as humiliated as possible. "She helped in our daycare today and as you can all see, Jane is a beautiful young teenage girl."
A sarcastic male voice shouted, "Really?"
Everyone laughed.
Another male voice shouted, "I'm thirsty. Can I get some milk?"
Jane was totally humiliated. She turned her back and covered her nakedness as best she could.
That's when everyone read her back.
"Sperm bank!" laughed several people in unison.
"Make deposits in rear!" chuckled several others.
"I've got a deposit for you slut!" shouted some man, "bend over bitch!"
Jane was mortified. Sobbing loudly she ran down the hallway and all the way home.
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