Charlotte closed her eyes and just let the boys do what they wanted.  She was so ashamed of her body's reaction.  She was growing wet once more, her hips slowly moving towards the tongue that was lapping over her.  She whimpered softly as other hands touched her once more, pushing her back to that height and not letting her drop over it.  She writhed on the bed, nipples so hard, her pussy so wet.  She hadnt liked it when her backside had been taken, she hoped she wouldnt have to go through that again.<br/><br/>She moaned softly, her hands gripping the chains, she wasnt sure what to think, she was ashamed, hurting, aroused.  But she felt so very used, she felt that the men involved in this had abused her, taking her virginity in a display of strength and force.  it wasnt about training as GoodFellow had said, she didnt think she trusted any of them anymore.  She hated how they had made her feel.   Charlotte felt herself cry as they pushed her towards orgasm.  They had taken much more than her virginity today.  Would they even bother to help her?  Would any of these teachers want to comfort her?  Becasue the realisation would hit her and Charlotte would need someone then.  A friend, a mentor, someone to hold her as she cried.<br/><br/>The ordeal might be over for those around but for Charlotte it was only just beginning....