... The party kept going in the limo on the way back to the house. They were drunk. When Ami got back she had to pee big time. The shortness of the skirt and the lack of a thong meant all she had to do was pull the skirt up a little and sit down. She decided to take a bath, she felt she needed a good cleaning, in side and out if you knew what she meant.

... She dropped her clothes on the floor of the bathroom and climbed into the tub. She was only a few minutes into her bath when Mimi came and squatted beside her. Mimi wanted to know what she'd done. Ami was sorting things in her mind when Maria came in and stood next to Mimi, she wanted to know WHO she'd done. Before Ami could answer she saw Carol and India coming in. End of bath.

... Ami sat in the middle of the big bed and the girls sat around her. (Agnes she saw was sitting on her own bed, listening and smiling. Why hadn't they asked Agnes what she'd done? Or had they and been told, nothing.) They of course wanted intimate details about each of the boys, size, looks, age, behavior, wet kisses or dry. Did he pinch her nipples or was he gentle?

... Ami had never been one to kiss and tell and never had she discussed the sex act in such clinical detail but what did she have to hide from these girls? They'd seen her naked. Seen her being screwed. They'd even participated in some of the screwings.

... Either they were making a lot of noise or Cheryl & Beth suspected what was going on because they showed up at the balcony door. They must have been making a lot of noise because Jason came in, naked. He must have been on Viagra because his wet cock was bouncing in front of him like a divining rod. April, The Strong, was behind him (naked also, although you couldn't divine much from that). Jason climbed onto the big bed and propped him self up against the wall. He pulled April in close against him and put her hand in his lap, evidently he wasn't done.

... The subject of the stories from the girls changed some with Jason's presence but they were still graphic. Mimi was saying, "Well Jason shot cum up my nose." Laughs. "Twice, I thought I was going to drown."

... "You always tell that story but you never mention how when you were beating me off you shot cum into my eye."

... April speaks up. "That's because it was me who shot cum in your eye."

... "It was?"

... The stories poured forth. It was like summer camp or something. Ami wanted something to drink but she feared a move to the bar would break up the party.

... Ami didn't know how long it was before she noticed that Jason was paying more attention to April then to what was being said. Cheryl and Beth were kissing and Mimi was slipping her hand between Ami's legs. Ami gently removed Mimi's hand and placed it on India's leg. 'I have to get something to drink, I'm dying of thirst."

... Ami slipped off the bed and out the double doors. The night air was fresh and warm. She went down the steps and crossed the patio to the lounge. She turned on the lights and found the bar. She wanted a beer but prudence suggested something non alcoholic. She was downing her second glass when she heard the whimpering. She looked around and found Agnes curled up on one of the couches.

... "Agnes, what's wrong?"

... She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. Enjoy your drink. I'm all right."

... "No you're not, what's wrong?"

... Agnes looked at the ceiling and the corners of the room. She stood up and led Ami out onto the patio. Agnes lead Ami across the garden and through a door behind the lawn that she'd never seen used.

... Inside was another door. The second door was thick like the movie theater door. Inside Ami found a cold room with a mattress on the floor and leather objects hung from the walls. A Sadist's den, well it wasn't entirely unexpected it was just that Ami had written off Jason as a sadist. "What's wrong?" Agnes closed the door before she would answer.

... "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."

... "You didn't disturb me except that I'm more worried about you. What's wrong?"

... Agnes didn't respond immediately. Ami tried to get her to sit on the mattress on the floor but Agnes resisted. So Ami asked something obvious, "WhatÕs this room used for?"

... Agnes looked around. "Some of the girls are into being punished."

... "And Jason is only too happy to oblige?"

... Agnes shrugged. "I'll bet Brittanie is a regular." Agnes nodded. "Are you?"

... Agnes nodded again, "But not like you think." She walked over to a wall where a long chain was hung. Agnes picked up the end of the chain. "Jason clips me to this." Agnes clipped the end of the chain to the ring in her labia. "And ties it off so I can't move from the wall." Agnes stepped over the chain and backed against the wall. Ami guessed that Jason threaded the chain between Agnes' legs before tightening it. "And then I watch him make love to the other girls. I can't touch and I can't get closer.' Agnes was crying again.

... "I haven't been with any one in months. Before I came here I had sex about once a day, different guys. And when I first came here Jason took me a lot but I think he guessed how much I liked it and after my second attempt to leave he had the ring put in. Now nobody wants to go down on me. Then he started making me watch." She rubbed her breasts, the nipple bars slipped awkwardly through her fingers. "He knows how much I like to have my breasts sucked but now no one will do that either."

... Ami now knew why Jason had sent Agnes to the mall. He figured what Ami, Cheryl and Beth would spend their time doing and what Agnes would want to spend her time doing but felt too ugly to even try. He was sadistic, but again it didnÕt follow classic patterns. He didn't see her suffering at the mall, he didn't hear her crying in bed. He just knew. A sadists generally likes to see the suffering, that's the key to a sadist's pleasure and sense of power. But for all Jason knew, Agnes could have found some pierced stud and had a wonderful time at the mall. No, that wouldn't be Agnes would it? Ami wasn't really sure, except Agnes had been good to her and was suffering now.

... Ami drew Agnes down to the bed. She unclipped her from the chain and rubbed her breast softly like men never do. She took Agnes' right nipple in her mouth. The steel rod bumped her teeth and Ami felt something worse then nails on a chalk board. But she could keep her teeth away from the rods. She rubbed Agnes' other breast. This was awkward and not doing much for Ami. She thought of rubbing her own body when she rubbed Agnes' and that helped.

... She slipped her right hand between Agnes' legs, they felt the same, except for that ring but she could avoid that. She did her best to make Agnes feel loved and felt loved herself.