Had it been minutes or hours? Mandi did not know. The lack of a clock or a window made time stand still. The whirring of the motors attached to the pistols that works the cruel dildos in and out of her drooling mouth and tight anus, along with the steady sound of the suction machine tugging at her tender nipples, had lulled her into a zombie-like state. Though each thrust into her choked her on one end and made her feel like she was being split apart on the other, she didn't have the energy to scream anymore.
Mandi had feigned illness to get out of Amatory Arts class. When her lie was uncovered it was decided that she should spend the night in the training room doing "make-up work."