With my head down I saw him check in with someone and we proceeded through another door. The booth we were walking towards was on the corner of the da...ce floor. I couldn't help myself and looked up a little bit. I was shocked at what I saw. It was a dance club, not a large one, but certainly a nice one. I guess I didn't know what to expect. There was a small dance floor, a pool table and two bars. It could comfortably hold about 200 people. It was dark, and I could not look all around, but the. You're all being shipped off to Dixon Conditioning Center."John and the girls continued to struggle against their handcuffs and gags. John desperately trying to convey the fact that he wasn't a lesbian or a terrorist. The rest of the group because they knew what conditioning meant, even if John didn't. It was widely known in the lesbian community what happened there. Repeated rape by male guards, drugs and psychotropics, subliminal messages and various other techniques to get lesbians converted. As usual when the lectures finished we headed to the pub, discussing thework we needed to do before the Christmas exams, it seemed like oursocial life was going to be curtailed a little, so between us we decidednot to go clubbing on Fridays, keep our nights out for the quiz night andSaturday pool night, and of course our evening drink after lectures.When we reached the pub, much to my surprise Dr Harvey was already theretalking to the owner, she saw me enter and waved, the owner smiled at usand. He lifts me for a brief moment to pull his shorts down a little more and then practically impales me onto his throbbing cock. “Fuck!” I gasp as my back is smashed against his chest. He bites my neck, gliding his tongue over it afterwards, “If you can dish it out hard, you can take it hard.” A shiver runs down my spine as he takes a hold of my neck gently and possesses my hip with his free hand. He forcefully moves me up and down his length in harsh strokes. Automatically, moans galore pour.