Dipshit fell to the ground because she was too weak to hold herself up. She broke it open under Karen’s nose and she came awake with a groan. Anne told her, “Hurry up and get dressed and on your way. The stress that it put on the pins in the base of her tit and on her not quite healed nipples caused Karen to scream in agony again. Anne ordered, ‘Strip Karen. Karen couldn’t believe that she would be involved in the kind of perversity that she had been forced into. Karen’s hand ripped through dipshit’s hymen and punched halfway down her cunt tube. Traci stood back up and took the riding crop out of Karen’s mouth and ordered, “I want you to count and thank me for each swat with the crop. She aimed lower the next time and whipped dipshit’s pussy mound. This time she punched all the way to the young girl’s cervix. There were shackles along every wall and about half of them still had skeletons of varying sizes in them.
