Az moved on the bed trying to see how bad off she was.  She let out a moan as her lips squeezed the ring, but it didn't hurt nearly as bad.  She could live with the discomfort.  She gently slid off the bed and stood up.  Again she could live with the soreness for the next day or two.  She took a step and her knees buckled.  She fell to the floor moaning as she felt her wetness drip down the fur of her thighs.  Now this she wouldn't be able to live with.  That bastard!  Did he expect her to crawl down to the bar on her hands and knees?!<br/><br/>What choice did she have.  She crawled over to the door with her legs spread wide so her thighs didn't rub the ring.  She whimpered as she moved, her juices dripping to the floor.  She reached up and opened the door and then crawled out.  She was embaressed to go down the stares like that, but she was too hungry not to.  She kept her head down, not daring to look anyone in the eye.