Sarela zoned out as the assault continued, her body sore from the repeated abuse.  When she was finally pulled from the table she felt, and likely looked, like a disgusting mess.  Her face and hair were coated in cum, her breasts likewise spattered, and a constant stream dripped out of her abused sex.<br/><br/>"My equipment."  She rasped from a sore throat, stumbling towards the door on weak legs.