Do you hear any phones ringing?

As Mike and Steve watched the larger of the two girls get up, a new minted female armored rubber gimp, and start eating out Jasmine. They were as comfortable with their barricade as they could be while still being able to look out the peephole at the rubber witch making the students into gay rubber gimps. The Amazonian Gimp went right to her knees in front of Jasmine and started eating the RA’s pussy.

“Wait,” Steve said, “Do you hear that?”

Mike listened.

“I don’t hear anything,” Mike said.

“Yeah,” Steve said, “Eric didn’t return last night and doesn’t have a roommate. No one was there to disconnect his phone, but I don’t hear the phone ringing anymore.”

Mike finnially got the hint, he went back and plugged the phone cord back into the dorm’s phone. Both roommates look at it for a second.

“Well it isn’t ringing,” Mike said as he picked up the hand set, “Let’s see who we can call.”

Mike tried dialing to get an outside line… The same repeating message from earlier played.

“Same garbage about getting ‘corrected’, lets try something else,” Mike said.

He started dialing other buildings on campus only to get the same repeating message over and over again. He tried to get other rooms, only to get the same message over and over again.

“Damn it!”

“Check on the other Hockey girl’s progress, I will keep trying,” Steve said.

Mike traded places with Steve and went over to the peephole. The smaller girl was fully enveloped in pink. She would be released soon. The three gimps and May walked past the door down the hall. As the smaller Hockey Amazon was reborn as a latex bitch she went right to work eating out Jasmine’s pussy as well. There was sounds of a fight from down the hall. Two of the three gimps dragged Harry the Brickwall’s body to the cauldron. May helped the third gimp walk back to the others. Mike got a glimpse of the sticks on her belt. There were three of them in the open pouch, one looked like the one that the witch had used to drop May, the other two were different. Mike wondered.

“Who was it this time?” Steve asked.

“Harry the Brickwall,” Mike reported, “looks like he got one of the gimps before they dropped him.”

“That guy was the defensive line!” Steve gasped.