Only Sluts

May 1, 2022 5 Comments by Cassie Andra Cassie Andra

(This is a “lost letter” – replacing Volume 3’s “Overshared” which was a mistaken duplicate of Volume 2’s “Mistake” – CA)

The night we beat our rival school to get into regionals for gymnastics, I got attacked in the shower by a group of girls I didn’t recognize. I could barely see them anyway with the soap in my eyes, but there were at least 3 of them, and they… well, waited till I was alone, then tackled me in the shower and… fucked me with some kind of strapon. It was scary, horrific that a group of girls would do that to another girl. It went on for a while with just my hand-muffled screams and the sound of wet bodies echoing in the room. The fake cock vibrated, so yeah, they forced an orgasm from me as well. Ok, two. Not that I enjoyed it. But each one seemed to make them happy as they jeered at me, saying only sluts came like that.

They left me naked used and exhausted, and I gathered myself as soon as I could to report the assault. They opened an investigation, of course. I wondered if it had been some kind of revenge, or intimidation from another school. But I couldn’t place any of the girls.

I put it to the side as best I could over the next weeks, and we won regionals easily. We moved to state. I was getting ready for my floor routine at finals when the nausea hit me. Instead of heading to the gymnasium, I ran to the bathroom to lose what little breakfast I’d eaten. 

There was a girl there wearing the colors of one of the other schools from across state, washing her hands. As I emerged from the stall on unsteady legs she looked at me, and I couldn’t figure where I’d seen her before. 

“Only sluts get knocked up like that,” she said, and walked out. 

I had no idea what she meant. I didn’t even have a boyfriend. Then, I went to the doctor the next week, after we lost. The news was, to say the least, devastating. And confusing. I didn’t understand it until I got home. I had an e-mail from an unknown account I almost deleted as spam, but it was entitled “Only Sluts Lose State”. I couldn’t stop myself from opening it. It was an ad. For an “ejaculating dildo with strapon attachment” “for that real feel”. 

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