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 
was!  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.