Johanna deals with Susan.

It’s three hours later, and Johanna finally treads her way back to Susan’s room. She is a bit scared about Jacob and Pete getting angry about her locking them in.

“You guys had fun?” Johanna timidly opens the door and closes it behind her. An erotic but yet pleasant smell lingers in the room.

“Oh my…” Johanna gasps. Susan is bondaged into a ball lying on her back, multiple dildos and cum completely block the view of her two holes. The hard-boiled egg in her mouth is replaced by who-knows-how-many socks. The battery case is swollen. It ran out of power. They also tied a right knot around her neck with her own shirt.

“There you are, meat. We were done just two minutes ago.” Pete and Jacob are having fun going through Susan’s phone.

“You take it from here?” Pete throws the phone on Susan’s tits before standing up.

“Of course, I hope you enjoyed your visit.”

“That little show certainly spiced things up. It’s not everyday we get to plough bitches who can actually make a sound.” Jacob grabs the whip and lashes Susan’s tied bruised butt.

“Ahhh!” Susan screams.

“Hehe that gets my rocks off.” The men leaves the room, “call us if you got more, ugh, patients.”

Johanna waves them goodbye, and rushes towards the bed to tend to Susan. She wipes the cum off her body and pulls the dildos out of her anus.

“Promise me you won’t bite your tongue, and I’ll take those socks out of your mouth..” Johanna raises her finger.

“Umm! Ummmm!”

“Take that as a yes.” Johanna reaches her fingers into Susan’s mouth and takes four socks out of her oral cavity.

“Please, please…I’m sorry. I’ll do anything. Just let me go. I won’t, I won’t tell anymore, I swe-” Susan immediately begins begging like a street skank on ****.

“Shhhh” Johanna puts one finger on Susan’s pale, trembling lips, “no, no, no, Susan. You can’t get back to the way things were, after what you’ve been through. Let me help you. Let me help you find your purpose.” Johanna’s eyes are sprinkled with pure joy.

“Just, please untie me. It hurts…” Susan begs.

“I will, in a moment.” Johanna takes out a syringe and skillfully injects Susan’s skin.

“What, did you just give me?”

“If you’re lucky, you’ll still be able to think and feel by morning. If you’re unlucky, well, you’ll still be able to help others feel better. Umm, you’re actually just becoming paralyzed.” Johanna puts the syringe back into a box.

“You traitorous bitch!” Susan grabs Johanna’s throat and squeezes, but her fingers feel soft and numb. She’s getting sleepy, as her hands finally loosened up from Johanna’s neck.

Johanna sheds a tear of joy, pride, and genuine happiness. She gently puts her palm on Susan’s forehead.

“Oh, Susan. Why, you’re so beautiful.” Johanna admires Susan’s sleeping face. Johanna cuts the rope tying Susan into a ball, and spends the rest of the night cleaning up the room, and putting Susan in a new set of immaculate bedding.