The men seemed to ignore Janice at first, throwing off their kimonos, and sitting naked and cross legged around the table, shooting back cupfuls of the hot liquor, talking and laughing with each other. Janice just knelt and waited nervously for their pleasure. She had received her five strokes of the cane several hours ago and the red traces of her wounds were still evident across her breasts. Her stomach churned at the prospect of her ravishment by all three of the callous, hard looking men. Her arms ached from their prolonged positioning and her body swayed from fatigue. Her n*****s were hard with fear and her throat felt constricted. She cast a sidelong glance at the men, apparently oblivious to her existence. These men were going to use her, of that she was sure. Would they whip her? W
