The first evening

An hour or two before sunset, you find yourself in some sort of shabby side room with Penelope and the man who must be in charge of this bizarre institution, who is dressed in a military green. He removes your gags, then grabs you both by the hair, and pulls you close.

"Cunt 1 and Cunt 2, welcome to your rehab clinic. We're here to knock some sense back into these thick skulls of yours."

He turns slightly, talking directly to Penelope. "Cunt 2, this is your third time here, is it not."

"Yes Sir." Penelope responds sharply, as if she was a military cadet.

"Then why don't you show Cunt 1 how you whores are supposed to treat each other while you're here."

Wordlessly, Penelope turns towards you, and spits directly in your face.{if@ images > 2}

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YUCK!

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The man smiles widely. "That's exactly right. Why don't you thank her for treating you like you deserve, Cunt 1?"