My back sagged against the pole, my arms burning, wrists rubbed raw where the iron cuffs rubbed harshly against my skin. The man who had fucked me still stood behind, his arms locked tight around the pole, and me with it.
Both my shoulders screamed with ache, my chest rose and fell raggedly, and my nipples throbbed from the punishment of being scraped flat against his hairy barrel chest while he pounded me mercilessly.
Shreds of fabric lay across the cobbles like discarded entrails. They were the remnants of my modesty, my dress after he ripped it from me. My skin was bare to the chilly air, but nakedness was the least of my shame.
I looked down.
My best friend’s head bobbed up and down between my thighs. Lila was giving me head.