You find your strength, break out and run away

From Create Your Own Story

You realize you aren't gonna get another chance like this. They're all so distracted by what they'll do to you next they're not even watching you. A rush of adrenaline surges through your veins, you rip away your rope bindings and successfully free yourself from the post. You run like wildfire, bursting over and escaping to the doorway in the blink of an eye.

You look back and notice, to your surprise, nobody is chasing you. You freeze up for a second, wondering what's happening. They all look... awkward, almost embarrassed. The instructor clears his throat and tells everyone that class has ended. The students began to pack up their things. They all do their best not to look at you.

You just stand there, cum leaking out of your ass and vagina like a goddamn soda fountain, wondering what the hell is going on. The instructor gathers up your clothing and purse, walks over and hands your belongings to you.

"Ahem." He clears his throat again, blushing and trying not to look at you. "I'm... sorry, about what just happened over the last hour. Something must have, uh, come over me and my class. They say art can... overwhelm people, cause repressed emotions to erupt. It would probably be for the best if you didn't mention this to anyone. Especially not upper management."

Completely stunned, you hold your items with no clue what to do or say next. Your slink over to the utility closet and put your clothes on, using your spare panties as a napkin to wipe as much of the mess off you as possible before. You look in your purse to find all your stuff is perfectly intact. There's also a huge wad of cash, nearly ten times what you expected.

You approach the instructor and question him about the extra cash. "Oh, um, I added my entire paycheck this week to your payment." He explains. "I figured after what you, uh... went through, that it would be inappropriate for me to only give you such a small amount. I'll be eating instant ramen all this month, but I owe you far more compensation than that, I think you'll agree."

As you walk out the class, shivering in discomfort and feeling dirty, used and abused, you wonder to yourself if you should report this incident to someone. Then again, as much as you'd hate to admit it, another part of you is thinking about asking the instructor for his phone number and inquiring about another modelling session.

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