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.