Not just yet ...

Morgan takes a deep breath and tries to focus, but despite her best efforts, she feels her partner's voice singing bawdy songs in her head - loudly. "Shut! Up!" she thinks, but then even that effort causes her to lose some ground mentally. Suddenly, the world seems to shift, as Maria forces her to lose her balance. Morgan pitches wildly, twisting in the armbinder and lands hard on her knees.

The one cadet who'd looped the binder on her, still close, walks over to her, touching her shoulder from behind. He strokes her hair softly as the others watch. "Well, Ranger Bailey," he says smugly, "I guess you owe us some money, isn't that right?"

"Not yet ...!" Morgan grunts defiantly "I refuse to ... ngh ... concede!"

The cadet suddenly wraps his hand in her hair, holding it steady. "The bet was for a minute. It's been a minute. Of course ... I'm just one person who you owe, but I can think of a better payment ..." he starts to turn her head toward him and, bereft of her strength, she can scarcely resist.

Soon, she's eye-to-bulge with the cadet. It was obvious he was pretty well-endowed judging from size of it. "Mmmm ... a juicy little snack for my pent-up-partner!" Maria 'paths to her again. "You wouldn't believe the fantasies this one has for you, my goodness how lewd. I'd offer to show you one, but ... heh ... you're about to see one right now."

Morgan gasps and shuts her eyes as hard as she can.