:: Of course I'm not okay.  I just got fucked up the ass by that bully and you just stood there and watched.
<<defM +5>>"Of course I'm not okay.  I just got fucked up the ass by that bully and you just stood there and watched!" [[you|You]] whine.

[[Coach|Coach Donovan]] smiles at you patronizingly.  "I also never heard you say no at any point."  He crouches down next to you and says, "Here's the deal, little slut.  I don't approve of Processees wrestling with the boys and wouldn't have let you do it if it were up to me.  But Mr. Anderson pulled some strings and I didn't get a choice.  You then come in here and cocktease your way through class, getting all the boys who wrestled you hot and bothered.  You then practically offer your ass up to Sean.  I really don't have any patience for your complaints after he takes what you offered and wrings one hell of an orgasm out of you."

Well, you're clearly not going to get any sympathy from him.  Coach Donovan reaches down, picks up your discarded trunks, and tosses them over his shoulder.

"You won't be needing this any more," he says.  "I don't think the next boy who wears it would appreciate you staining it with the semen dripping out of your ass."

You stare up at him in confusion.  He comes closer to you, picking up your wrap, as he kneels beside you.  He then proceeds to use it to wrap up your crotch almost like a diaper which you are too tired to protest.  When he is finished, he helps you to your feet.

Coach gives you a tolerant smile and says, "I don't want you dripping on my floor either."  He gives you a firm swat on your already tender and abused ass and says, "Run along now and join the rest of the girls. I'll have Manny gather your things and give them to Miss Beaumont."

You take a few stumbling steps towards the girls locker room and then are shocked back to reality when you notice your breasts are exposed to the world.  You stop and try to cover them up with your hands, looking back and forth between them and the protective wrap that is now covering your lower bits.  You start to mutter "But...but...How am I...?"

Miss Beaumont comes over, puts her arm around you, and gently, but firmly starts to get you moving towards the girls locker room again.  "Don't worry sweetie", she says "I'll have one of the other girls lend you a proper bra and someone from the school will call the Andersons to inform them of the situation so they can get you properly outfitted."

[[Go to the girls' locker room.]]