Beth desperately twisted her body around, trying to use her obliques and hips to wrench the bar free of it's moorings, but all she sucseeded in doing was entangling her self in the safety lines that held the bar in place. She felt Ralph lift her further off the ground and move in, his member now underneath her sex as he slid up to her and rapidly began repositioning for another thrust. Beth desperately tried to push off the bench with her powerful arms, but she was suspended too far to get any real leverage, and quickly was pulled back to Ralph, and she cried out as he pulled her into him despite her protests and struggles. In that one moment of violation her will was drained from her as all her previous trimuphs and feelings of power faded and were replaced by shame as she surrendered to the inevitable. For a time she did nothing but cry as Ralph had his way with her, gasping in pain occasionally as she experienced a painful thrust or her body betrayed her with an involentary pleasure that left her feeling even worse.

For what seemed like an eternity, she retreated inside of herself - concentrating on the featureless black mat below her and trying to shut out everything else - his grunts, her cries... she didn't even notice Jess had somehow recovered enough to drag herself painfully to the gun - nor the clicking of the dials that controlled its settings - by that point she'd closed her eyes and simply begged anyone - god, a bystander, whatever - that this seeming eternity would stop.

Beth didn't notice a thing till the gun fired a flash of light...