The face tattoo took about an hour. Ogre and Dawson both took turns holding her head down while the other watched out for trouble.  Ink actually got into a rhythm for getting ink and working on the design, tap, tap, tap, dip, tap, tap, tap, dip.  For an old man, he was comfortable with the circumstances, climbing onto her chest, placing a leg over her yoke and moving about her head to get the right angles.<br/><br/>Dawson took an opportunity to have sex with Kriss as well. Although, not wanting sloppy seconds, he went straight for her ass. Nowhere near as big as Ogre and a little more considerate, he worked his way in after spitting on the head of his cock. It was the only lube, other than the remains of the earlier fuck that he used.  Unlike Ogre, he took his time. The man appeared to want to enjoy what he was doing for as long as possible. His pace would change from fast to slow and then return. Eventually, the sensation reached its peak, he pulled out and came upon her breasts and corset.  Her skirt was then used to clean himself off before he returned to help out.<br/><br/>Once the job was done Ogre and Dawson held her down while Ink took his turn. The man started with her pussy, but, after what Ogre had done, he pulled out and fucked her ass as well. Luckily for her, it didn't take him as long as it did Ogre and he pulled right out.  The two men holding her then pulled her off the stump and dropped her on the ground, "Ya know, I can use that string." Dawson says as he starts to work upon the binds of her corset. It didn't take him long before he was rolling up the string and stuffing it into his pocket, "Oh, and one more thing." Dawson flips her onto her back and then places a knee into her stomach. A small, plastic vial is held in front of her, "I want a souvenir."<br/>he then took out an old toothbrush handle that had a thick wire attached to it. Quickly, he jabs it into her left breast and pulls it out. The vial is lowered and a couple seconds he holds it back up, half full with her blood. "Perfect. Something to remind me of the time we had."<br/><br/>Standing over her he looks down, "The Grey Bitch." She didn't know he was reading the words, which were actually spelled The Gray Bich. Dawson then spit upon her face and started to turn. Ogre took the opportunity to piss upon her chest.  "Nice job. Lets go see if we can get more info on that gun.  Ink, I'ma put in a good word for you."  The three men then walk off leaving Kriss upon the ground to fend for herself.