The Nobelle's cold, mocking laughter followed Karen through the halls as the girl ran and ran and ran, finally reaching a door that swung open at her touch.  Tripping as she dashed through, Karen ended up sprawled on the floor of a small room...and not at all alone, to judge by the moans that met her ears.  Fearing to see what she might find behind the noise, Karen's eyes met a sight more than blush-inducing!  A nubile, dark-skinned girl, her breasts bound cruelly by a knotted rope, squirmed on a wooden pony, her nipples trapped by vicious looking clamps.  The prisoner's tears streamed down her cheeks, falling to pool on the floor.  Worse, from the state of the wood and the stone underneath, she had climaxed at least once for this rough treatment.<br/><br/>The scent of womanly arousal hit Karen's nose a moment later, sending a jolt straight to her core and tightening her belly in a way that reinforced the wicked cruelty behind the chastity belt.