Now, my torn gown was in his hands.He was standing in the doorway, folding it into a manageable shape. I was standing in the corridor in front of him,...fully nude. I didn’t even bother covering myself up, just hoped that nobody else will walk by at this late hour. He rolled my torn up gown into a sphere, and threw it off the railing of the corridor. I was getting wetter down there wondering which lucky boy will find the torn remains of my beautiful gown the next morning. Neeraj, meanwhile was. Becky and I had lunch and I skipped the usually flirting. She noticed, of course, and asked me to drive to our usual make out spot, an overlook that during the day was empty. My guess is the k**s don't use the place much until nightfall.We got to our overlook and Becky started nibbling my ear and put her right hand in my lap. Of course my cock betrayed me by getting hard immediately. It was at that point that I removed her hand and said, "Becky I don't think we should do this any more.". . Any torture was far preferable to the ultimate separation of one’s head from one’s body.She heard the captors chattering about their next step and she sensed they were as undecided as she was about which direction they would likely take.Before they removed her hood and took off her bindings, she felt them fit a metal chain to one leg and attach it to a metal rod in the center of the room. When they took off her hood, she saw the metal rod was similar to a dance pole in the girlie bars back home. It was one of the larger rooms that stayed open laterthan the others, for students wanting to do extra credit for chemistry. Bizarre however, as Ivana thought that even though the room was open forlonger hours, it was surely locked at night after the janitors got donecleaning. All the same, there was most definitely someone inside there, and by thesound of it he was breaking into something. The distinct sound of a handor fist crashing into...something. It sounded like a pair of heavy.