Alexandra is taken unrelentingly for hours, the girl once again on the verge of collapse, trying not to do so, not to fail another one of his impossible tasks. Limply, she drags herself to a shipping crate lying discarded in the alley, bending over it and using it to support her weight in substitute for her trembling limbs. Each dog that enters elicits a grunt of pain as she relives her virginity being torn away, occasionally the weak sounds of her own voice announcing the presence of another orgasm rushing through her.