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He and Ron cuffed her wrists and ankles to the metal rings at the corners of the platform, and Ted attached a short chain to the ring on the front of her slave collar. Her face showed the agony she was in, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably. Laurel's face went pale as the dog yelped and tried to stand up, his knot tugging at her cunt from the inside -- it was like having labor pains, and Laurel almost passed out before Ron got the dog to stop moving. Ted stepped up to her and stuck his cock in her mouth. The girl's vagina is like a toilet or urinal -- a piece of equipment a man uses when he needs to dump a load. Drunk Gallery Girl Ted motioned her over to a low platform he had placed in the middle of the floor. Locked in place on the platform, with her vagina and her asshole completely exposed and available between her legs, and her breasts hanging out with no protection at all, Laurel was ready to be changed from a beautiful young girl into a slutty little whore. This caused her round little ass to stick up in the air, with her legs wide apart. "It's supposed to hurt, pussy -- go on and get down there". She wobbled as she tried to keep her balance in the 6-inch heels, but Ron didn't do anything to help her -- he just looked at her, grinning. Drunk Gallery Girl There were little spots of blood on her breasts and nipples where the needles had been stuck in, but at least she wasn't bleeding too much. They took turns with her, fucking her warm mouth while the dog was fucking her wet pussy. "Do it yourself, pussy". Ted started thrusting into her, fucking her mouth like it was a cunt, ramming her head into his groin with each thrust, and it only took a few minutes for him to cum. "It's supposed to hurt, pussy -- go on and get down there". Drunk Gallery Girl He lifted her by her nipples, and she stood on her toes in her high heels, teetering as she tried to keep her balance, all her attention concentrated on the hot points of pain in her erect nipples.