Jim wasn't ready for her next move. Kathleen had been playing the willing victim up until this point, but now was on the run. He didn't know if it was the excruciating pain of the anal sex, the disgusting prospect of cleaning off his cock, or simply the chance to run. But either way, Jim threw his pants on, leaving his shirt on the bed, and ran after the girl. Seeing that she'd loosed three other girls, he called out at the top of his lungs. "Gabriel," he shouted. Running from his office, Gabriel saw that the four girls were already near the door. He picked up his walkie-talkie and barked into it. "Code Red!" he shouted. Before long, a team of young men in uniform darted out the front door after the naked escapees. It was a valiant attempt at escape, but the fleet guards quickly outran the barefoot girls, tackling them into the grass one by one.
They were quickly handcuffed, dragged back into the building, and tied with their handcuffs above their heads, with their backs against a concrete wall, naked. "Jim," said Gabriel seriously. "Obviously, all these girls need to be punished. As Kathleen's owner, you can punish her yourself if you'd like. And since the other owners aren't here, you may also punish the other girls as you see fit. Only you can't leave any marks on the other girls, lest their owners disapprove." Jim nodded and smiled, walking up to Kathleen. He grabbed her soft pink nipple, and twisted it violently around in a big circle, pulling it away from her body painfully. "So you want to escape, after I kindly took off your gag? What kind of punishment do you think you deserve? A whipping?" he suggested with an evil grin.