Karen frowned as she opened the door to her room at the end of the day. She had been at The Covenant Boarding School for Young Women two weeks now and was terribly homesick. She hated it! Why did her parents have to get divorced? And then to pack her off to this School while they fought over their possessions was no fair. She missed her old house, with its stables out back and its open meadows stretching for miles. She thought longingly of how she used to saddle up Countess, her mare, and ride for hours, the wind pulling her long auburn hair out behind her, her trim thighs clenching and unclenching to the natural rhythm of the horse. Sometimes she would bring a basket of food, maybe some bread and cheese with a little wine snuck out from the wine cellar, and lay out among the grass, eating and sipping the wine, and imagining the clouds above her were imaginary lovers come to take her away to imaginary lands of beauty and fullfillment.

She even missed her old high school, Bokker, pronounced Boker, High. She hadn't liked it too much, but managed to get mostly B's with a couple of A's her freshman year; and her Sophmore year was shaping up to be a great one before her parents had decided to destroy everything. She had been assigned the same classes as her best friend Sandy, and she had just begun to become interested in a "guy," as Sandy would say. She had even made the second to last cut on the cheerleading squad. She hadn't expected to make it, of course, since she was only a sophmore, but it was fun, and she loved the exercise.

But now she was _here_, she thought as she dropped her bag on her desk and flopped down on her bed, her plaid, checkered skirt flying up to reveal trim, well-muscled thighs, just losing their tan and becoming once more their natural creamy ivory. Her auburn hair, now, away from the sun, a darker brown, fell in a halo about her face, framing it. A year ago her face might have been called boyish, but it had been softened by her maturation: her small, squarish chin had given away to a rounder, almost dainty one, perfectly accenting her full, dull pink lips; a small, sharp nose filled out, and revealing some old asian blood, did not turn up, instead remaining faintly southern European in look. Large brown eyes, which also revealed a hint of Asian blood, sat above high cheekbones and pale, full cheeks, completing the picture.

Everything, she had to admit, wasn't so bad here. It was a great school, with fully 80% of the girls going on to an ivy league school. And the accomidations were great. She shared a nice large room, larger than her room at home, with Su Lee Chen, who, because she too had joined the school midsemester, had quickly become her best friend there. The other girls at the school were not friendly at all, but she thought it must be because they were new. She had seen a definate heirarchy among her fellow schoolmates, with the senior and juniors bullying the freshman and sophmores. Neither she nor Su Lee had been bothered yet though, and Karen hoped they would just be left alone.

She thought again of Su Lee, and was glad she had at least some company. Not this weekend, of course, since Su Lee had been picked up earlier in the day by her parents, but she would be back Sunday night. Su Lee, she reflected, was a small, attractive young woman, four inches shorter than her own 5'6". Karen envied her hair, long, straight, black hair hanging down to her thighs, which she kept in a french braid most of the time. Her face was not completely Chinese--Su Lee claimed her grandfather on her mother's side was white--and it showed, lightening what would have been a dark olive complexion to a mellower color. Her eyes also revealed the caucasian blood, being large and lidded. Her body, though, was typically asian, slim with small breasts (she wore a size A bra, Karen thought, remembering when she had accidently thought it was one of her own. She herself had just switched to size B) and a firm if flat behind. She was not as athletic as Karen, but her body showed the firmness of youth, and although at 16 she was a year older than Karen, she looked two years her junior.

She turned onto her side and looked at the clock: 7:00 o'clock. She sighed and decided she'd better start studying soon, since she really had nothing better to do. Sitting up, she started unbuttoning her blouse with one hand while slipping off her shoes with the other. Shucking off her shirt, she stood and unclasped her skirt, letting it fall down her shapely calves to the ground. She stepped out of it, and reached behind herself to unclasp her bra while standing in front of her dresser. When she had pulled her bra off, she straightened and looked at herself in the dresser mirror. She was, she knew, attractive in a clean-cut, athletic kind of way, her firm breasts, with medium-sized pink nipples, perfectly porportioned with the rest of her body. Sometimes she wished she could have the willowy, exotic beauty of Su Lee, but she shook her head and started to rummage around in her drawer for her sleeping t-shirt. She found it, pulled it over her head, and smoothed it down until it fell to mid thigh. She sighed, thinking of the long, boring weekend in front of her, grabbed her toiletries, and headed down the hall to the commen restroom. She was happy to find that none of the other girls were there, and finished quickly to avoid them. She made it safely back to her room and sat down to study. Three hours later she was tired and burned out. Leaving all her study materials on her desk, she turned off the light and crawled into bed, almost immediately falling asleep.

She was dreaming...she was swimming in a large pool of water. She couldn't see the shore and she was very tired. She slipped under the water...she couldn't breath.... Her eyes popped open--she couldn't breath! Laying on her stomach, her face was pressed into her pillow, suffocating her. As she struggled, she came fully awake and realized that someone was sitting on her lower back and had pulled her arms behind her back! Someone else had two hands on the back of her head and was pressing it into the pillow. She panicked, thrashing around--what was happening to her, what did these people want? flashed through her mind as she felt a thin cord being wrapped tightly around her wrists and quickly tied off. A hand on the back of her head gripped her hair, and a second later her head was pulled high off the bed, straining her back. As she gratefully sucked in a mouthful of air and prepared to scream her lungs out, what felt like a large rubber ball was pressed against her mouth. She reared back, almost dislodging the person sitting on her back, but the hand gripping the back of her head pushed violently forward, while the other hand slammed the ball into her mouth. She made gagging sounds around the ball as her face was pressed back into the pillow, and she felt someone pull two straps across her face and connect them behind her head. She managed to turn her face to the side, her mind a confused jumble, just before someone sat on her head. She felt the person sitting on her lower back turn around, and she kicked her legs back, trying to hit him or her. The person just grabbed both her ankles and held them against his or her body, and Karen felt the bite of a cord being wrapped around her ankles. Suddenly, the weight of the bodies was off of her, and she started thrashing and grunting madly, trying to free her hands or her legs. She couldn't see her assailants in the dark, but sensed movement as someone punched her hard in the gut. Her nostrils flared as she gasped for breath through the gag, and they took advantage of her momentary disability by tying another cord around her legs just above the knees. Two pair of hands then lifted her roughly and carried her across the room, dropping her into a large laundry hamper on wheels. The air rushed out of her lungs with an oomph as she landed hard against the wooden bottom of the cart on her hip and shoulder. She looked up to see the dark shapes of clothes fall over her trussed body. She felt and heard the cart start down the hall.

She wimpered through her gag; what was happening to her? What did they want from _her_? Her parents were wealthy, but not that wealthy. And where was she being taken? Her wrists throbbed with pain as the thin cord cut off the circulation to her hands, and her legs ached for the same reason. Her jaw was sore, unused to being pulled so far apart. She squirmed around, trying to get more comfortable, only scraping her bruised flesh against the wooden bottom of the cart, driving painful splinters into her thighs and back. She moaned and started crying, softly sobbing into her gag. Suddenly she felt a cool breeze, and the wheels of the hamper changed from a dull rolling noise to the staccio chatter of rolling across cobblestone. She was outside, in the freezing night; even through the pile of clothes on her her flesh raised goosebumps, sending chills up and down her bound legs, and raising her nipples to sharp points of hardness. She shivered as she sobbed.

Without warning the nightmare ride was over and she sensed hands lifting the clothes off her. Lost in despair, she didn't know how long she had been in the hamper, and she had no idea where she was now. She stopped her crying and waited fearfully for her tormenters to reveal themselves. Before all the clothes were removed, the hamper tipped over, spilling her painfully onto a hardwood floor, blinded momentarily by the bright lights around her. Lying painfully on her side, her legs bound together and her arms tied behind her back, she blinked her large brown eyes, now swollen with tears. She turned awkwardly onto her back and peered up into the faces of her Abductors.

Karen registered shock as she saw Ingrid and Mercedes, two girls from her school, standing over her. Although both were wearing the school uniform--plaid skirt coming down just above the knee and a white blouse--they could not have been different in appearance. Ingrid was a Norwegan, her pale yellow, almost white hair cut into a short bob, matching her face, which shone with a translucent pallor. Striking blue eyes stared out from a handsome face, a full figured woman at 18 years of age, with a hard, strong, shapely body. She was a senior at the school, and her father was a senator. Now she stood her full 5'9" over Karen, and smiled wickedly down at her. Standing next to her was Mercedes, her southern Italian blood showing her up even darker against the color of Ingrid. Mercedes was a slight, slip of a girl, standing only 5' tall and weighing no more than 95 lbs, and Karen had always though she was a bit mousy, with her wavy brown hair always pulled back into a pony-tail and her small, angular yet pretty face adorned with a pair of spectacles. Now, without her spectacles, holding a 3" double bladed knife in front of her, and grinning bizarrly, she looked frightening. She was a Junior, and Karen remembered, crazily, that she used to follow Ingrid everywhere.

As Ingrid knelt down beside her and leaned over, staring directly into her eyes, Karen felt a chill go through her body, and tried to ask "what do you want?" But all that came out was a muffled moaning. Ingrid smiled at her, revealing two rows of perfectly white teeth, somehow frightening Karen all the more: "I'm sure you're wondering why you're here, aren't you, sweetie?" Ingrid smiled again as she reached down to caress Karen's cheek, sending a shiver down her bound form. She could not move, she was petrified, a small bird caught in the icy blue stare of Ingrid's. Caressing the side of her face, Ingrid continued, "Well, to put is simply, you're _ours_. Actually, you're the seniors'. We run things around here, and we get to do whatever we like to little snotty underclassmen like you." She smiled again, sending more shudders down Karen's spine, "And we've decided we're going to have a little party, and you're the entertainment." So saying, she stopped stroking Karen's cheek and moved her hand down to her stomach, slowly sliding her hand under Karen's sleep-T.

Ingrid's hand felt like it burned as it lightly brushed her stomach. She tried to shrink away, and began shivering uncontrollably. This couldn't be happening to her. They couldn't be this cruel. "My poor little bird," Ingrid crooned, "are you frightened?" Glancing down at Karen's exposed stomach, "So firm, so beautiful...." Her hand moved higher, brushing gently against the underside of Karen's breast. "NO!" Karen screamed into her gag, and began thrashing about, trying to roll away from Ingrid's hand. Please, Nooo! she screamed in her mind. A sharp "smack" echoed in her ears as her head was jerked to one side and fiery pain filled the side of her head. She became instantly still as she stared up into Ingrid's glaring countenance. "None of that, you little bitch, or you'll get more pain than you can handle," Ingrid snarled.

Resuming her easy posture, Ingrid turned toward Mercedes and said, "I don't think our little Karen really understands her position here. Maybe a little caning will teach her." Karen froze at the word: cane her? Wasn't it enough that they had bound her and were going to molest her? Now they were going to cane her? She broke down, and started sobbing again through her gag. Ignoring her, Mercedes and Ingrid rolled her onto her stomach, and Karen felt the knife cut through the cord on her wrists. Pain flooded her hands as circulation returned, and she groaned as two strong hands took her wrists and put a leather cuff around each. They roughly rolled her over and clipped the cuffs together in front of her, then dragged her to her feet. Mercedes stood by her, knife in one hand and the other helping Karen keep her balance, as Ingrid walked over to the wall and began lowering a hook and pulley contraption above Karen's head. "Now be a good girl and put your wrists over the hook," Ingrid said. Meekly, keeping her eyes on Mercedes and her knife, Karen did as she was told, and fell heavily against her arms as Ingrid began pulling the hook up. Soon she was struggling to stand on the balls of her feet, straining the muscles in her calves to save putting all her weight on her arms.

Ingrid came over and said, "Cut her loose." Mercedes quickly cut the cords binding her legs, and she again fell against her arms as feeling came back into her legs. She regained her balance, her calves and thighs burning with the effort, and stared in horror as Mercedes brought the knife right before her eyes. She shuddered in fear as Mercedes slowly ran the knife down her cheek, across her neck, and to the top of her sleeping-T. Karen's heart nearly burst when, with a quick motion, Mercedes brought the knife down, cutting her T-shirt down the front. A few more quick cuts at the arms and her T fell to the ground. She stood, stretched and bound before her two classmates, her breasts standing out before their lewd stares...she moaned in humiliation, her face turning red with embarressment. A slight breeze blew threw the room, causing her nipples stiffen. Mercedes brought her head down, and gently lapped at her right nipple. The warm, wet, pressure of Mercede's tongue sent a shock through Karen, and she jerked back, trying to twist out of the way, mincing on the balls of her feet to keep from unbalancing again.

Mercedes merely smiled cruely, and, grabbing Karen's underwear, ripped them off mercilessly, causing Karen to swing out toward her and land hard against her arms. She regained her precarious balance again as her two classmates stepped back to admire her. She was stretched taut, the strong muscles of her calves, thighs, and stomach straining to keep her up on her toes, and her round breasts firm against her chest. Tears began running down her face as they stepped close to her and began running their hands up and down her body, sending chill shivers through her. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. It was all a bad dream, and she'd wake up soon. Please let it not be happening. She closed her eyes and tried to shut out the hands exploring her body, running over her stomach, her back, her sides, caressing her breasts and legs. Suddenly she was brought back to reality by a sharp tug at her mouth. Ingrid was removing her ball gag! Another quick tug and it came all the way out, trailing her saliva behind it.

She quickly swallowed and began pleading, "Please, let me go...I won't tell anyone...Why are you doing this?...." At which Mercedes and Ingrid burst into laughter. "Please...let me go..."

"Shut up!" Ingrid commanded as Mercedes handed her a long switch. "I still don't thing you understand" she said as she brought the switch swiftly across Karen's stomach.

"AAAAAHHHGGGG!" she screamed as pain flashed through her and she fell again onto her arms. The world went fiery red for an instant before returning to a dull throb through her midsection. She scrambled back onto her toes and stared in horror as she saw Mercedes roll forward a video camera standing on a tripod and turn it on.

Slapping her switch gently against her palm, "Maybe this will help you understand what your position is here. You see, we tape everything we do to you for the headmistress. She likes to see how her new students perform." Smiling behind her, Mercedes picked up another switch and walked around behind her. As Ingrid said, "You may begin," Karen's ass exploded in pain. Throwing her hips forward to escape the pain, they threw themselves into a blow from Ingrid, burning across the front of her thighs.

"AAAHHHH...NOOOO...AAAAHHHH... PLEASE...DON'T...AAAAAAHHHH... STOP... PLEASE" she cried again and again, the switches landing against her back, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, biting into her nipples, turning her whole body into one fiery mass of pain. She twisted and squirmed around on the end of the hook, unable to escape the punishing blows of the switches as they flooded every nerve in her body with unendurable pain. After what seemed like an eternity, she began to drift. The pain raining down on her seemed to spread across her entire body, leaving her in a sort of floating numbness. The pain was no longer pain...it was merely sensation, feeling, engulfing her entire body, increased each time a blow landed against her body.

She heard distantly, "I think that's enough for now"--she had stopped screaming a while ago, she did not know how long, and, hanging against her arms, uttered only grunts each time she was struck. She felt her body being lowered to the ground, and two sets of hands carry it to a large, cushioned table. Her arms and legs were affixed to cuffs in the corner, binding her spread-eagled. Gently hands ran across her body, sending shooting signals of sensation through her as they brushed against her bruised, reddened flesh. Every touch seemed magnified a thousand times by abused flesh, sending her higher and higher into a realm of pure feeling. It seemed as if she were looking down at herself as Ingrid gently took her right nipple into her mouth and began gently sucking, concentrating what was neither pleasure nor pain at that one point. Mercedes was leaning over the table between her legs, stroking her inner thighs, and slowly, gently, placed her mouth over Karen's vagina. Her tongue snaked out and licked up and down her slit, providing a counterpoint to the sensation at her nipple. Ingrid stopped and the sensation flooded into her groin, then moved back as she began sucking at her other nipple. She began moaning softly as Mercedes pushed her tongue between her labia, and a shiny coating of liquid greeted Mercedes as she probed deeper. Ingrid moved from nipple to nipple as Mercedes moved up to Karen's clitorus, now hard and quivering, mimicking Karen's body, which was emitting low moaning sounds from her mouth. Mercedes pressed her lips against Karen's clit and began softly massaging it with the flat of her tongue, feeling Karen's thighs tense with this new sensation.

Karen did not know how long they caressed her body--she was above it all, riding the waves of feeling which were slowly increasing. She sensed a pressure building up from somewhere, slowly increasing, slowly drawing her back to her abused body, criss-crossed with red marks and throbbing, throbbing. Slowly the sensations around her tightened, grew, and suddenly she was back in her own body as the sensations became wave after wave of pure ecstacy. She screamed and bucked on the table, felt strong fingers digging into her thighs and a quick tongue flicking her clit, felt a mouth sucking almost painfully on her breast. She beat her body against the table, thrusting her hips forward and back, forward and back, thrusting her chest up and down, up and down, as all the sensations of the night, every feeling which had burned its way through her nerves, came back to her as almost unendurable ecstasy. Slowly her orgasm broke, and her thrashing stopped, and she lay, bound to the table, her chest rising and falling raggedly as she sucked in great gasps of air.

Ingrid and Mercedes, her face glistening with Karen's juices, smiled at each other over Karen's prone body. "What a slut," Ingrid said, tweaking Karen's nipple, bringing a twitching response from her. At Ingrid's words, shame and humiliation rushed through Karen. What had happened? What had they done to her? Her body, covered with sweat, ached from the beating she had taken. Between her legs her thighs felt sticky and warm. She shuddered in revulsion at the way she had reacted. The pleasure of a moment ago was forgotten, and she began to quietly cry as she remembered her body's betrayal, remembered the way she had screamed out during her orgasm, thrashing about, no better than some worthless whore, cumming uncontrollably, unstoppably. She sucked in her lower lip and thought: maybe now they'll let me go...maybe now...please let them let me go...please.

She was interupted in her thoughts when she heard Ingrid say, "I'm glad I asked a couple of my friends from Padduck over. They'll love this cunt."

"Nooooo...," Karen moaned, "please...let me go...haven't you done enough?"

"Done enough?" Ingrid replied, "You loved it, you cunt. I've never seen anyone pop her cork like you just did. Hell, watching you get your rocks off turned me on...hmmm...maybe I will send you home for now; I'm sure Merc and I can take care of my friends. I do need a good fuck."

"Wait," Mercedes broke in, "when I was sucking her off, I noticed she's still a virgin."

Surprised, "What, she hasn't been popped? A slut like that?"

"Nope, and I really want to see her get stuck for the first time."

"Why not?" Ingrid shrugged, "I'm sure the boys will have plenty left for us. Let's go get the bitch cleaned up for 'em."

Noooo, Karen thought, wasn't it enough that they had beaten her black and blue, that they had turned her body against her, humiliating her? Now they had invited men over to abuse her. She didn't know if she could take anymore....

Ingrid and Mercedes quickly unclasped her arms and legs and half-dragged half-carried her across the room and down a wide hallway. They pulled her unrestisting body through an open doorway into a large shower stall with nozzles protruding from every wall. They reattached her wrist bands and, pulling her arms up and apart, clipped them to the top edge of the stall.

Karen let out a sharp cry as cold water instantaneously struck her whole body. She jerked her chin up to remove it from the painful spray, and began shivering uncontrollably. The hard, pulsating spray felt like it was flaying her alive, driving against her whipped flesh, sending ice cold sparks of pain through her body. Slowly though, the water began to warm, and her shivering began to subside. She noticed vaguely, through the spray blocking her vision, Ingrid and Mercedes leaving the room. Oh, God, let them not come back, she thought, and began to relax for the first time since she had been kidnapped that evening.

The water helped, beating into her sore muscles, massaging her bruised skin, sluicing down her stomach and thighs. She became more and more relaxed, and hung her head, letting the water beat against her scalp. She slumped down and began to doze off, the tensions of the evening, as well as her own orgasm, draining her of energy. After she did not know how long, the water snapped off, and she raised her head groggily. Standing before her were Ingrid and Mercedes.

Ingrid stood bare-footed, attired in black stockings held up by a black garter belt. Bikini leather panties barely covered her pubic hair, and her stomach was bare. A black bustier squeezed her large, round breasts up and together. Black lipstick adorned her lips and she had touched her eyes lightly with mascara. She stood heavily on one leg with her hip thrust out, her hand against her hip and a cruel grin on her face.

Beside her, Mercedes was completely naked except for a studded black leather collar around her neck. Karen noticed with a shock that she did not have any pubic hair, which, combined with her slight frame, made her look like a young girl of 11 or 12 years. Her stance, though, belied her slim hips and small breasts, for it was confident and sure. She was holding a large towel, and walked casually up to Karen and began to dry her off.

After her long shower, Karen's skin was hyper-sensitive, so she squirmed away from Mercedes, who just more vigorously rubbed the abrasive towel against Karen's tenderized skin. Finishing by drying her hair, Mercedes then unclasped her wrists, leaving her leather cuffs on, and Ingrid and Mercedes gently took her by the arms and began walking her back to the main room.

She was beaten, physically and emotionally drained by her experiences, and they knew it. Held between them, she asked, "Please can I go back to my room now? I can't take anymore."

"Sure you can," Mercedes smiled, "we've got two virile young men just waiting to fuck you."

Karen moaned, "Noooo...please..."; interupted by a stinging slap from Ingrid, shocking her out of her daze and back into this horrible reality where she was beaten and raped again and again.

"Shut up, slut," Ingrid growled, "and behave. It'll only be as bad as you make it."

She had to escape. She just had to. She knew she couldn't take anymore abuse; it would drive her crazy. Her body was still sore, her shoulders aching from when she had hung her weight from them, her skin burning from the aftereffects of the switching and the shower. Her classmates weren't holding her too closely; she could easily twist away from them. She was sure she could outrun them once she got away, and then she would make it to the highway and someone would pick her up. She would tell the police and they would be arrested. Even if she didn't make it, even if she froze to death outside, it would be better than this torture.

Her thoughts were broken by a long, low whistle: "Damn, you sure did a number on her. She's a looker though." She jerked her head up at the voice and beheld two young men, naked, their clothes piled on the ground beside their feet. Both stood about 21 years old and 5'10, and where one was stocky and brown-haired, the other was slim with blond hair. It was the slim one who had spoken. Without thinking, she twisted from the girls' grip, turning as she did so, and ran toward the door. She heard cries of "Shit" and "Son of a..." and the sound of pounding feet on the hardwood floor following her. She was halfway to the door when a heavy weight hit her in the small of her back. Strong arms wrapped around her as she fell forward. She barely got her hands under her as she fell, and fell hard against the hardwood floor, knocking the breath from her lungs.

As she gasped for breath strong hands forced her arms behind her, where her wrist cuffs were clipped together, and she heard Ingrid say, "Stupid bitch...I'll fucking show her..."

"Wait," a voice broke in, "I've got an idea." She recognized the voice as the slim young man's. Mercedes and the stocky man kneeled on either side of her as she lay there, gasping for breath, and wrapped a thick, leather belt around the crook of her elbows. Mercedes quickly pulled the belt tight, bringing Karen's elbows together, sending a painful strain into her shoulders, pulling them back and thrusting her aching breasts into the floor.

"Roll her over," the young man said, and she was roughly rolled over onto her back. She lay there, her arms crushed painfully under her, her breasts thrust like an offering toward the ceiling, her lolling back on the hardwood floor. Everyone stood up as she began to regain her breath, and Ingrid and Mercedes grabbed her ankles, pulling them toward her head. In a second, Karen was bent painfully in two, her knees beside her head, her hair pinned down on the floor by one knee each from Ingrid and Mercedes, who also pinned her calves to the floor with strong hands. She struggled briefly, but found she could not move much. She was trapped there with her ass and vagina stuck gaping into the air. It was a humiliating position, and she closed her eyes, trying to block out the world around her.

Ingrid leaned close to her face and hissed, "Now you're going to get it," and Karen's eyes widened in terror as she looked between her legs and saw the slim man approaching her backside holding a medium sized belt in his hand. The other man was slightly behind him holding the videotape recorder. Both of their penis' were coming to life as they thought of the punishment they were about to inflict.

"You're going to have to learn your place, cunt," the man snarled as the belt whistled through the air, landing with a dull, wet smacking sound directly on Karen's cunt and mound. A blinding white flash of pain seared through her guts and temporarily blinded her, her body thrashing her hips up and out, trying in any way to escape the torment within her. Her voice was not her own as a horrible shriek escaped her lips: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGG. It seemed to go on and on in her own ears, and the pain kept building. She heard another dull smack and she exploded in pain again as the belt dug into the tender flesh of her vagina, her voice a siren wailing, her body thrashing around, banging again and again against the hard floor. Another smack and her whole groin was on fire, burning and aching, the pain overwhelming all her senses: she could not hear nor see, all she could do was feel.

She wasn't sure if he hit her again, although he must have, for the agony kept increasing, building to an almost inhuman level where she thought her entire pelvis must explode, wished it would explode, just to release the awful agony which was consuming her. It was beyond pain, beyond sensation; it was as if at the end of every one of the nerves in her pelvis area a little fire had been lit. The noise had stopped, her mouth open in a silent scream. She half felt a weight lean against her, two hands roughly grab her breasts, mauling them between strong fingers, pressing them into her chest. She felt vaguely a jabbing around her vulva, and felt her hymen tear, the pain of that violation subsumed by the greater pain left from the whipping, merely adding more sensation to her already overburdened nerves.

He was kneeling by her ass, his hands mauling her breasts, pinching her nipples, causing her head to thrash back and forth as his cock slammed mercilessly back and forth into her tortured vagina, thinly coated with the blood of her hymen. She thrust uncontrollably back at him, the fire within her an unbearable, burning pressure, a pressure which she, without thinking, needed to burst. She began grunting at each powerful thrust; her world had narrowed to the terrible, overwhelming, consuming sensation centered in her cunt. Suddenly the pounding stopped, and her voice rose into a kining, monotone wail. He pulled out, quickly losing hardness, leaving her hips bobbing up and down, her cunt gasping and sucking in air. Her mind screamed Nooooo...only a little more...a little more and it would all be over...she would overwhelm her senses and achieve oblivion...she needed just a little more.... Suddenly she was filled again with one brutal thrust as the stocky man slammed his cock into her to the hilt. He worked feverishly, slapping her tits, her face, pinching her nipples, calling her whore, slut, bitch, cunt. She didn't hear, didn't feel, didn't care, her whole body was on the edge. He punched his cock into her and ground his pelvis against her clit, sending her over the top. She froze, every muscle standing out in straining relief against her body; she screamed as every sensation--the bite of the belt into her pussy, the brutal tearing of her hymen, the slaps, the pinches, the awful, overwhelming pressure was sucked down, like a collapsing star, into one timy piece of flesh, her clitorus. Then it exploded in wave after wave of painful ecstacy, and she felt her body convulse with every pulse from her clit, her strength inhuman in the throws of her orgasm. She was free of restraining hands, free of the man's penis, which had filled her with seed the moment of her orgasm, free to bang her legs and ass, her shoulders, her head, again and again against the hard floor, flopping around like a beached fish.

Finally, she doesn't know after how long, or if she lost conscousness as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure ripped through her body, she came to her senses. Her whole body ached, especially her arms, shoulders, and vagina, but she didn't care; she was removed from everything, like she was caught in that strange land between sleep and waking. Voices drifted down to her..."freaky...on tape?..every twitch...what a cunt...bite my prick off...shit." Hands lifted her, wrapped something around her, led her into chilly air which she hardly noticed, laid her down on a bed where she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Karen awoke at one o'clock Saturday afternoon. She could barely move, she was stiff and sore all over. As she swung her legs to the side of the bed and tried to stand, the awful aching in her vagina almost knocked her over. Her mind was still numbed from sleep and pain when she looked into the full-length closet mirror. Her large brown eyes widened in shock as she saw herself: red welts crisscrossed her entire body, concentrated on her thighs and breasts. Her vagina and the entire area between her legs was a swollen, puffy red. Her eyes were puffy and her face tearstreaked. Dried semen coated her inner thighs and stuck her pubic hair together. The horror of last night came rushing back to her, and she collapsed onto the floor, sobbing.

Every detail in crystal clarity pushed at her conscousness: her kidnap at the hands of Ingrid and Mercedes, how they beat her and then turned her body treacherously against her. The so relaxing shower followed by the worst horror of the night, her attempted escape and her punishment. She quivered, unable to stop the flow of memories, the memories of the pain of the belt on her cunt, bringing her to a bizarre desire for release; of her hymen ripping before a man's raping phallus, of his seed filling her to be replaced by another man's phallus, and of her final, mind-bending orgasm, which hurt so much but felt so strangly good. She shivered at the memories as she lay on the floor, her chest heaving with sobs.

Slowly she recovered, and, wiping the tears from her eyes, stood up and staggered to her closet. She grabbed a towel and went over to her sink, washing herself off as well as she could; she didn't want to go to the showers, she didn't want to be seen. Her face flushed with humiliation as she thought of Ingrid or Mercedes seeing her and smiling their knowing smiles, laughing at her, at how they wrung two terrible orgasms from her, at how they beat her and tortured her and finally gave her to their friends to play with. She almost broke down again, but caught herself. She lay down on the bed and began to think.

She couldn't go outside, not with Ingrid and Mercedes around; they might grab her again. Thinking that, she looked at her door--it didn't have any locks. She stood up quickly, ignoring her aching body, and wedged a chair against the doorknob, then returned to bed, curling up into a fetal position. She could tell the headmistriss, Ms. Ellsworth, but if Ingrid had been telling the truth, she already knew all about it, and approved. She couldn't turn to anyone at the school, and Su Lee was gone for the weekend. She couldn't call anyone either, since the girls weren't allowed any outgoing calls. If only her parents called her she could have them come and pick her up, take her away from this hell; but they hadn't called in two weeks, and were probably too busy with the divorce to care about her. She could try to hike to the nearest town, or to the highway, but that would take four or five hours, and she had no doubts that she was being watched. She couldn't escape.

She stayed in her room all day, leaving only when she couldn't hold her urine or her bowels any longer, afraid each time that she would see Ingrid or Mercedes. Gladly, they were nowhere to be seen. She didn't eat and she had a hard time sleeping that night, but the next day finally came. It was a repitition of the previous day, except hunger pains drove her to the cafateria, where she quickly grabbed some rolls and fled back to her room. Su Lee came back that evening, talkative, as she seldom was, excited by her weekend with her parents. Karen was in no mood to listen, but kept up a pretence of interest: she didn't want Su Lee to find out what had happened to her. Finally, though, Su Lee's energy began to wane, and they both began getting ready for bed. Karen waited for Su Lee to leave the room for her toiletries before changing: Su Lee was bound to notice the ugly welts covering her body

The school week passed uneventfully: Ingrid and Mercedes were seldom seen and ignored her completely. The rest of the world went on as if nothing had happened. Still, Karen cringed every time she had to go out into the halls and every time someone called her name. Finally Friday came when she received an unexpected note in the mailbox: it was from the headmistress' secretary stating that the headmistress wished her presence in the faculty lounge that evening at 7 pm. At first she was scared to go...what if Ingrid and Mercedes were telling the truth, and she would arrive there to suffer more abuse at Ms. Ellsworth's hands...but what if they were lying, and the headmistress had found out what happened to her...then she would be saved...and if she knew nothing, then Karen could tell her everything...she had to go...had to find out. She resolved herself to go over dinner in the cafeteria. She wished Su Lee had made it to dinner so she could ask her what she thought it meant, but she was probably busy studying.

When Karen returned to her room, she was surprised to see Su Lee absent, but she was worried about her meeting with her headmistress so didn't think twice about it. She went to the mirror to check out how she was healing: not bad, all but the worst of the welts were completely gone, and she didn't even feel those any more. She stretched and waited until seven, then left to meet the headmistress.

The faculty lounge was in the same building as the faculty apartments, about a five minute walk across campus from the student's dorms. She made it in under three at a jog, and was shivering in her oversized jacket outside the door marked "FACULTY LOUNGE", knocking hard. The headmistress' secretary, Paul, a tall, stocky man, about 6' tall and 185 lbs, with sandy brown hair and a handsome face, opened the door and smiled down on her. "Right on time. Come in, come in." He held the door open for her and ushered her into a short, wide hallway with another door at the end. "Let me take your jacket," he said, and Karen gratefully gave it to him to hang on one of the hooks on the wall; it was much warmer inside. She fell into step beside him as he walked down the hall toward the other door. He opened it and waved her through, smiling.

Karen stepped through the door and began to face forward, feeling Paul following her, when she was pushed hard in the back, throwing her off her feet to land hard on her hands and knees, her hair falling over her head to obscure her face. She grunted as her hands and knees hit a soft, padded floor, much like the gym mats she had practiced on when she was young. Oh God, not again, she thought as she scrambled to her feet. As she stood, ready to flee, she felt a strong hand grip the back of her neck, causing her to freeze. "Now, now Karen, don't do anything foolish. You remembered what happened last time," Paul said, holding her tightly. She trembled slightly, remembering; "Now put your arms behind your back," he said, and she acquiesed meekly, feeling a pair of metal handcuffs quickly binding her wrists. Still holding her neck, Paul brushed her hair from her face, giving her her first good look at the faculty lounge. She gasped as her eyes took everything in: it was a large room, maybe 200' by 200'; several single parallel bars, about waist high, were bolted to a floor carpeted with gym mats; large eye-hooks protruded from various places on the floor and walls; several ottoman-like objects, surrounded by eye-hooks, sat bolted to the floor; endless amount of rope hung down from eye-hooks on the ceiling, 15' up; a ladder leaned against the left wall, which was lined with glass cases, filled with dildos, vibrators, canes, whips, pins, gags, clamps, and things she had no idea what they were. What drew her attention immediately, though, was the object which dominated the center of the room: it was two large steel hoops, each about 10' in diameter, intersecting each other at their diameters. One hoop, standing straight up, was securely bolted to a thick column, itself bolted to the floor, which was capable of rotating; the other was attached to the first hoop so that it could be spun around within the first hoop. She stared, aghast, at this contraption, for Su Lee was tied spread-eagled within it, getting fucked by the slim young man who had violated her!

Su Lee's body was stretched to the breaking point, her slim legs, arms, and stomach straining against the pull of the ropes binding her spread-eagled to the hoop and against her own weight, for she was suspended in the air, her groin tilted slightly upward and her head hanging back, her hair cascading to pile on the ground. Welts marked her small breasts and her thighs, and her beautiful asian eyes were closed tightly, puffy from the tears which were streaming down her face to mingle with her hair. Her mouth was distorted around a large ball gag, pulling her full lips tight around the gag. The young man was standing on a small stool between her legs, slowly pistoning his cock, coated with a thin film of blood, down into Su Lee's pussy. Su Lee was turned sideways to her, and she shuddered...not Su Lee too...oh God...it was too much.... "You like that," Paul said, his voice hard, "you like seeing your friend get pronged like that?"

She shook her head, "Nooo...nooo."

"Oh, come on, I saw the films, you loved it."

She cringed, he had seen the video tapes, a red blush of shame crept into her face, and she tried to drop her head, but he held it up, forcing her to watch Su Lee being viciously raped. She saw the tendons on Su Lee's inner thighs straining at her position, her small girlish breasts rise and fall with her struggling breath, her pretty, petite face distorted by the gag stretching her jaws obscenely apart; saw a cock, glistening red with Su Lee's hymen blood, mercilessly slide again and again into the space between her thighs. She choked down a sob at the sight, and felt a tingle crawl up her spine as she thought of her friend's terror.

"Ah, her comes Ingrid," Paul said, drawing her eyes away from Su Lee to Ingrid coming through a door at the other end of the room. Karen stared in horror as she met Ingrids piercing blue eyes and saw her smile. Ingrid stood there for a second, her statuesque figure seemingly carved from ivory, the pure whiteness of her nakedness broken only by a black bodice, drawing in her stomach and pushing up and together her impressive breasts; she then began walking toward her. Karen began to struggle in Pauls strong grip, but he merely dragged her by her neck over to a parallel bar, slamming her thighs painfully into it. Ingrid reached her a moment later and quickly grabbed both her ankles and jerked them apart, attaching them to the cuffs on the vertical bars of the parallel bar. "Please," she whined, "don't do this to me. Please." Paul ignored her, and Ingrid answered by grabbing a handful of her hair and dragging her torso down waist level, pulling her hips painfully against the parallel bar. She was now stretched taunt across the bar, helpless as Paul pushed her skirt over her hips and began rubbing his hands across her ass, pinching it through her underware. She squirmed at his touch and tried to pull away from Ingrid as, still grasping her hair, she began to unbutton Karen's school blouse, revealing Karen's strong stomach and firm breasts, hanging slightly within a plain white bra.

"Two virgins in two weeks," she heard a voice, the slim young man's, say, "and that one, let me tell you, is tight."

"Greg, be quiet and get me a pair of sissors; I want to get these panties off," that was Paul. She began squirming as Paul began gently slapping her ass and Ingrid began pinching her nipples through her bra, but there was nothing she could do, her arms pinned behind her back and her ankles firmly secured wide apart to the bars. Held there, her mind began to wander, so she did not even notice as her bra and panties were cut off. She thought about Su Lee, and imagined what it had been like for her: to be strung up, practically pulled apart on that metal hoop, hanging like a piece of meat to be used by anyone; to feel the stinging bite of the whip burning across your skin; to twist and squirm and try to escape the punishment, knowing you couldn't, knowing there was nothing you could do as a man drove his cock mercilessly into you, ripping away your virginity.... She was suddenly brought back to reality as she felt Paul slide a finger easily into her cunt.

"Damn, she sure is ready to rumble," Paul exclaimed.

Ingrid replied, "I told you, this one gets off on it. I bet she's thinking about how much she'd like a hard cock up her right now." She turned as she heard the door at the opposite end of the room open, and said, "Oh oh, here comes Mercedes; this should be fun." Turning toward Karen, she knelt down, and placing one hand between her shoulder blades, pulled her head up so she was looking toward Su Lee and Mercedes: "You see, Mercedes _hates_ asians." Then she smiled, and said, "this should be fun to watch."

Karen's back had begun to ache, and her neck was hurting, being pulled back at that awkward angle, but worst of all was the warm feeling which was radiating from her vagina as Paul began to rub his fingers, well lubricated by her juices, against her clitorus. How could she be enjoying this? Poor Su Lee, poor her...what was wrong with her? To be turned on by these animals? All these thoughts ran through her mind as she watched Mercedes, carrying a large bullwhip, walk slowly toward Su Lee. She was wearing a dark red corset, which made her waist practically disappear, attached to which were garters supporting red stockings; her hair was done up in a severe bun, and she had her glasses on. When she reached the hoop, she adjusted it so that Su Lee was hanging upside down, her cunt pointing toward the ceiling. She was so tightly bound to the hoop that it barely relieved any of the strain on her arms. Karen saw her friend bound, every muscle in her body pulling against the strain of the bondage, and thought, she didn't know why, she is beautiful, so beautiful. She had always thought Su Lee had a willowy, exotic, beauty, but now she was captivating, and Karen felt little pins and needles travel up and down her spine as she watched her, feeling Paul's penis rubbing up against her cunt, sliding back and forth against the slippery, swollen lips.

Mercedes walked around to the side of Su Lee and unlimbered the whip; suddenly, with a skill Karen found amazing, she drew her arm back and forward, the whip following to strike with a SNAP Su Lee's upper thigh. Su Lee screamed through her gag and her beautiful almond eyes popped open, and Karen could see the pain and fear reflected in them. A small bruise began to blacken the red mark the whip had left, and blood started to ooze out of the broken skin. Again a SNAP, and Su Lee's body trembled, a high keening sound echoed from her throat, through the gag, as her right nipple began to ooze blood. Su Lee's keening softened to a ragged sob, then resumed with another SNAP, as her other nipple was struck. Then Mercedes moved in front of her, a little to Karen's left, and raised the whip in her arm again, bringing it down this time with a THUNK, directly on the front of Su Lee's vagina. Karen saw blood splatter up from Su Lee's cunt, and Su Lee howled and shook against her bonds. Shaking like a leaf, sweat pored down her body as she sobbed into her gag. Karen jerked against the hands and bonds holding her at the sight of that blow, and she gasped as a soft wave of pleasure crashed against her pussy...it was good, so good without the pain driving her wild.

Putting down the whip, Mercedes went over to the cabinet and took out a thick leather strap, and returned to Su Lee. Ingrid turned to her, and saying, "Damn, now I'm really hot," sat down on a pillow almost below the parallel bar, pulling Karen down with her by the hair. Adjusting herself and spreading her legs, she looked Karen in the eyes: "Now, bitch, you're going to suck me off, and if you don't make me cum in five minutes, Paul up there is going to fuck you in the ass." Karen stared at Ingrid, fear coming into her eyes as the strong scent of sex wafted up from Ingrid's pussy to her. She couldn't, they couldn't expect her to do _that_. She tried to twist her head away but Ingrid just let out a short laugh and jammed Karen's head into her crotch and began to rub her wet pussy all over her face. At the same time, Paul sunk his dick, in one smooth motion, into Karen's pussy, and began to slowly thrust himself in and out of her cunt. They were serious, completely serious. They would actually fuck her there, and they expected her to lick another woman's pussy; it was awful. Ingrid cuffed her upside the head as Paul continued slowly fucking her, "Come on bitch, use that tongue."

Tenatively she pushed her tongue between her lips and tasted the sour, slippery wetness of another woman. Ingrid let out a low moan as Karen began to run her tongue back and forth against her pussy lips, the slap of leather against flesh and Su Lee's awful, muffled screaming counterpointing the slow fucking Paul was giving her. Karen began to settle down into a rhythm as Ingrid slapped her ears as she told her what to do--lick up and down the lips, rubbing her nose against Ingrid's clit, then close on the clit with her mouth, suck it gently into her mouth and flick her tongue back and forth across her clit. Then do it all again when Ingrid slapped her on the head. It wasn't so bad, she thought, the cock pumping slowly in and out of her sopping cunt relaxing her. Her postition was awkward and uncomfortable, but this was so much better than the whipping...poor Su Lee...she could still hear the slapping of the belt followed by Su Lee's muffled screams. As she thought about it, about her bent across the bar, force to lick a woman's cunt while a man used her cunt for his pleasure, Su Lee's screams in the background, warmth began spreading through her loins and she began to tremble. Suddenly, though, Paul pulled out, "Time's up," and, grabbing her asscheeks, pulled them wide apart, exposing her tiny asshole.

Karen began to panic...just when it was feeling so good...why couldn't they just fuck her?...why did they have to hurt her?...and tried to pull away from Ingrid. Ingrid merely gripped her head more firmly and thrust her hips forward against her face, "Come on," she said, "I was almost there." She kept struggling but she couldn't do anything to stop this violation of her ass. She froze with horror, receiving a few blows to the head from Ingrid, as she felt Pauls slick dick prod against her anus. She tried to yell, to say no, stop, but her voice was muffled by Ingrid, who pushed her face against her pussy, effectively muting her. "Come on, slut, keep moving that tongue," Ingrid urged as Paul pressed his cock harder against her small, puckered opening.

"Give her ass a little incentive to open up, Greg," she heard Paul say, then jerked forward hard against the bar as pain exploded in her lower back, and the sickening slap of the belt came to her ears. Her anus spasmed at the blow and Paul shoved his cockhead in, bringing a grunt of pain from Karen. Ingrid was growing angry at her for stopping her licking, and began to cuff and slap her ears, "Come on, bitch," she growled. She jerked forward again as the belt drove more pain into her lower back, and Paul drove his dick farther into her tormented ass. The blows against her head were disorienting her, distracting her from the pain in her ass. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick again, and felt Ingrid relax, holding her head tightly between her thighs.

Almost without her knowing, Paul had sunk his cock its full length into her ass, his balls hanging against her swollen pussy. She felt so full, like she did just before she deficated, her anus stretched painfully around his cock. A strange shiver of pleasure and pain went through her as he slowly began to slide his cock back, seeming to draw her innards with it, and she grunted into Ingrid's wet cunt as he slammed his cock back into her ass. He grabbed her hips in strong hands, bruising her, and began to fuck her ass with abandon, each forward stroke bringing a grunt from Karen. It was so different: it hurt, his plunging cock hurt, but it also felt good, like when she took and extra big shit; she felt an orgasm begin to build deep within her guts, a hard knot of pleasure slowly increasing with each pounding stroke of Paul's cock. She began to lick fervently at Ingrid's clit, sucking the soft flesh into her mouth and flicking her tongue wildly across its bulging head. Ingrid let out a gasp and pulled her head even harder against her cunt, thrusting her hips into Karen's face as she came. Feeling Ingrid come around her face sent Karen over the edge, the hard knot of pleasure bursting, consuming her entire body, causing her to jerk against the bonds and hands holding her, her ass spasming around Paul's penis, bringing his seed spilling into her ass. Slowly she came down from her orgasmic high, her body tingling with sensation. Ingrid stood up uncertainly and Paul pulled out of her ass with a gently POP, leaving her feeling empty, hanging over the bar at the waist, too tired to raise her body to a standing position.

She knew she should feel humiliated, ashamed, but she was too numb, too tired, to care. These people could use her all they wanted, a small part of her _wanted_ them to use her, to beat her: she shuddered inwardly at this thought, resisting it. She didn't want this, no matter how much her body betrayed her, she didn't; she wanted to be home, safe and secure, to be a normal teenager again, not subject to the sexual whims of a group of sadists. She came back to herself as she felt a rope thread between the cuffs connecting her wrists, and moaned in discomfort as her arms were pulled from her back, dragging her upper body with them, until she was parallel with the floor. She didn't resist, didn't even respond, as a collar was attached to her neck and a rope run through a ring on the collar to another ring between her legs. She moaned again as her arms were pulled further from her body, until they were at a 45 degree angle from her back, and the rope pulling them was tied to the rafters overhead. Her head was then dragged back by her hair until her face was directly forward, her mouth open to relieve the strain on her neck, her hair tied around the cuffs on her wrists.

She opened her eyes as Ingrid began gently stroking her cheek, "It looks like Merc has something special planned for your friend, Karen," she said, her voice smooth and mocking. Still in a state of mental numbness, of mental abstraction, Karen saw what Ingrid meant: Su Lee was bent over a something like a strange looking ottoman, her knees bent wide under her, her knees held to the floor by leather cuffs, her arms spread at right angles to her body and also cuffed to the floor at bicept, elbow, and wrist, pressing her chest into the ground. Her head was propped by her chin on a padded chin gaurd, so that Karen could look directly into her eyes, only 6' away and swollen with tears. Her pretty asian face was still distorted by the ball gag, making her, Karen though wistfully, look almost alluring. Her ass was elevated high in the air, causing her back to curve painfully back and exposing her abused vagina and her anus.

Karen closed her eyes for a moment, feeling her own aching body, with Ingrid's juices drying on her face, Paul's semen leaking from her bowls down her pussy lips, her head pulled painfully back, her body bent obscenely over the parallel bar: a wave of tired resignation passed through her--she couldn't do anything, she was helpless. She opened her eyes and saw Mercedes, grinning, rub a rag up and down Su Lee's exposed vagina. She looked into Su Lee's large, black, almond eyes and saw fear and pain and hopelessness in them, and a terrible yearning to be let go. She heard herself whisper "Su Lee," before the sight of Mercedes opening the back hall door snapped her out of her resigned complacency. Horror and an awful realization struck her as she watched a german shepherd come bounding across the room toward Su Lee's bound body. "You can't," she cried, "Noooo.... Please don't...." She began struggling against her bonds, painfully trying to free herself. She struggled harder as she saw the dog stop at Su Lee's exposed ass and stick his nose right into her cunt, snorting and licking. Su Lee jerked forward, horror widening her eyes and bringing short gasps from her flaring nostrils. Karen froze, her muscles tense with her struggles, as she saw the dog mount her friend, claws scrabbling painfully against Su Lee's narrow waist, hips thrusting wildly against Su Lee's ass. Then she saw the dogs narrow, red penis slide home into Su Lee's pussy, and as she looked back into Su Lee's eyes, she saw the horror and disgust and pain in her tearing eyes.

She heard Greg let out an exclamation and then she felt him sink his dick into her still wet pussy. She grunted at this invasion, but she was still spellbound by the image before her: the german shepherd gripping Su Lee's waspish waist with its forelegs, its neck thrust forward to nip at Su Lee's shoulders, its hips a blur of motion, driving his slimy penis in and out of Su Lee's pussy at an incredible speed. Su Lee had her eyes closed, tears running down her cheeks, curving away from the bulging gag. Mercedes knelt right next to her head, her face almost against her ear, whispering Karen knew not what to her as she was raped by a dog. Suddenly, the dog began to slow its thrusts, and then slammed hard into Su Lee three times and held its hips to hers. Then the dog pushed itself off Su Lee and staggered off a little ways, the tip of its penis engorged into a large bulb. Mercedes remained next to Su Lee as Paul led the dog back to the hallway, only to release another german shepherd, which came running straight for Su Lee.

Karen couldn't take her eyes off Su Lee, her face twisted in an agony of humiliation, her body covered by a dog frantically thrusting into her, Mercedes in her red outfit kneeling by her ear, whispering poisons. She shuddered as she felt Greg's hard penis slide in and out of her. She couldn't stop thinking...what if it was her tied down to the floor being mounted by a dog, its wet, slimy cock poking against her pelvis, its claws scratching and gripping at her waist, its teeth nipping her neck and shoulders, with Mercedes whispering "dogfucker, whore, slut," into her ear, telling her how much she liked it, to be fucked like that. She felt a wave of pleasure consume her as she orgasmed, but she still could not stop staring at the sight before her. Her arousal began anew as the dog finished and another was brought in, and she came again, with Greg slowly fucking her from behind, adding to the stimulation from her mind. A fourth dog was brought in, and she saw the expression on Su Lee's face change ever so slightly. Karen gasped out with another orgasm as she thought she saw a flicker of pleasure cross Su Lee's face. She did! Karen could see it, could see Su Lee's closed eyelids flutter, could see her face tense around her gag, her brows contracting. Karen began to gasp in excitement as Greg began pounding into her from behind in earnest. She heard a low humming coming from Su Lee through the gag, and it ended in a muffled cry as her face twisted in a paroxism of pain an pleasure, her whole body tense as a wound spring. Karen heard Ingrid and Paul laughing as her own orgasm hit her, shaking her entire body, her cunt spasming around Greg's dick, sending him spurting shot after shot of cum deep into her pussy. As she came back to herself, Karen saw that the dog had finished, and was being led back to the hallway. Su Lee was sobbing miserably through her gag.

Karen was sore and exhausted, mentally as well as physically, as hands began to release her bonds. They lifted her up and pushed her, staggering, out the door, her blouse still open and without her bra or panties. As she buttoned back up her blouse, she felt the twin loads of cum begin to drip down her thighs, and staggered back to her room, stunned by the events of the evening, but even more by her reactions to them.

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