"Way down south."

“So. I bet you’re wondering where you are.”

“Mmff?”

The last thing Roxy remembers is falling asleep in the Peach Pit, surrounded by peacefully snoring naked ladies, with Ki’s head resting on her lap and Rachel’s boobs cushioning her head. The whole thing turned into a big all-night kinky lesbian orgy, like it always does.

Now she’s naked, blindfolded, gagged and hogtied, suspended by a rope harness from some kind of rolling girl-transport rack, with weighted clamps dangling from her nipples and a metal hook up her ass. The hook is very… invasive. She’s only given a few moments to contemplate it, however, before she feels the flogger lash her plump tender buttocks.

“MMMMFFFF!”

“There’s a little country called Verguenzuela,” says The Viper, flogging her again, watching in satisfaction as red lines blossom across Roxy’s ass. “South of the border. Way down south. I don’t think you’re going to like it there.”