Chapter Sixteen
Arrival
The hydraulic probe that had been endlessly f*****g Dori finally stopped its jabbing, its pumping, its twirling. Dori was exhausted. The night too had seemed endless. She was dry. Her cunt was dry. She hung in her bonds, sagging, worn out, sound asleep, the prong still embedded in her dried, crusty crotch. Dried sweat crusted along her sides, salty streams marked down the sides of her hanging breasts and thighs. Her night in the barn had been an event like so many others she experienced in the school. There was always something new around the corner, always something different that she never, ever thought about before. Things s****l, things erotic, things painful and tiring, but regardless of the discomfort, Dori knew that she was now part of something that she al
