The youth was impaled upon Karswell's cock. I wish that I could have seen either of their faces but both were standing in a manner which did not permi...t this, but the boy's muffled wails caused me to swoon. "Enjoying the show, Mr. Keats," I heard a voice say just behind me and a hand squeezing my shoulder. When I turned suddemly round I saw that I was face to face with Anton Karswell with a smile illuminating his pale face. It was impossible, I thought. I looked quickly back and saw Karswell. An elephant could not withstand that for one minute, and yet you, a young girl, you’re still alive. I’d love to test your limits on this machine some more, but I think I’ll leave it for another day. We have all the time in the world. Now I want to try something else”.Teen Girl hangs her head low, her entire body perspiring. The professor’s words barely registering. They have been at this for four hours now. Professor Painatologist shocking her young body over and over again, just when she was. ‘Hey, Jerry, are you a runner?’ The question caught him off guard. ‘Can you break eleven seconds in the hundred?’ He looked rather proud and strong there for a moment… figuring he could break eleven seconds with ease, and glared back at me. ‘I’ve got a couple of pals here who will be racing with you… ‘ and pointed the Colt his way, ‘can you beat them?’ My intent was clear enough to him, and his pride and resolution seemed to drain away. I motioned him down. ‘On your hands and knees, kid,’ I. It really was a world-class resort. Visitors today might find the wandering squads of towel-clad, unusually busty women to be rather unusual, but then... a place like this might attract the wealthiest of guests with the most extraordinary of predilections. Unusually astute observers would have no explanation for why it was that the young women left no footprints whatsoever when walking through the soft, impressionable sand, nor was there any apparent explanation as to why they carried no trace.