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"Understand?" the coach whispered. She grunted assent, not knowing if she was allowed to speak yet. In a few minutes, Greg could be heard cackling "I bet some pre-verts kidnapped that cunt and are raping her. We better call the police." The lantern was re-lit. They had gone into L. a little holiday town forty minutes down the road. Then they decided to go into P. a small city half an hour beyond that to go to an army surplus store. Then they decided to have dinner (and they brought wings for the two that stayed), and then they went to watch strippers. They ran into some high school friends of Ferrari's and Greg's and brought them along, Larry, Race and Flea. And holy shit, what happened to her tits?
Sir explained, describing the bugs at their worst, which they all found amusing. "Well lets take her down, I want some snatch." someone crowed. "Not yet," Sir demanded. "The slut hesitated before eating her sperm and smegma soup for lunch, so we have to punish her." The lines to her feet were cut, and her calves and knees, continuing until her legs hung down. "She hesitated for five, so she is to get five of the best from each of us. Too bad about Ferrari's friends, her punishment just went from thirty five to fifty."