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For some reason they tied her wrists together, and tethered her tits with clothesline. It was going to get very kinky from that point on and it did. For a time Diana was suspended from an exposed beam in the kitchen. Guys would go get a beer, grope the teacher and then return. Word of the gangbang spread around Sea Isle and people dropped in and out all evening. Occasionally you'd see Diana get dragged, either by the tied arms, or by the hair, from one room to another. You'd hear a shriek or a loud laugh and you knew that she had been used again.
At some point someone pierced both of her nipples with loops, no one could remember when that happened. One very off-the-wall guy wanted to get her tattooed, another suggested cutting off all of her hair. But the nipple clips were it, as far as "alterations" went.
Like most parties this one just kind of expired and people fell asleep in places all over the house. Diana, in a deep, unarousable sleep, lay in pool of dried cum in the bathroom. People stepped over her to urinate. Occasionally they urinated on her.
"Wake the fuck up," Paul shouted as he punched and prodded Alan, "I think the teacher is goanna die." Paul was clearly in a panic - and soon so was Alan. Diana was lying where they left her but now was gasping for breath, her chest heaving, her body twitching, her eyes wide open, but seeing nothing.
"We have to get her to the hospital," Paul said. "Yes and go to jail for rape," Alan replied, "no fucking way." But Paul wasn't to be denied - and he probably saved her life. With the help of another kid from the house they carried her, now wrapped in a blanket, to their car and began the long trek up the Ocean Drive to Somers Point and Shore Memorial Hospital. Her breath was diminishing, she was totally unresponsive. They had to hurry. It was 6 a.m.
They arrived at the hospital a half-hour later, pulled up to the emergency door - and no one was there. Paul found an abandoned wheel chair and brought it to the car. He lifted Diana in to it, placed it in front of the automatic emergency room door and gave it a shove.
As the door opened - and Paul's car flew away - Diana's almost lifeless body rolled in to the lobby, came to a stop and she toppled out on to the floor. Naked.
A resident couldn't believe his eyes as she fell to the floor and quickly called for assistance. They assumed drug overdose, but realized that whatever the problem was she needed to be on a ventilator to get her breathing back to normal. They quickly figured out that she was, yet another, GHB case dropped at their doorstep.
Alan and Mickey took her Mercedes and parked it in front of her Ocean City house. Her son Jason was sound asleep inside. They left her clothes and her purse in the car, tossed the keys on her front porch.
At Shore Memorial, Diana was admitted as "Jane Doe", GHB victim. When she awoke, later that morning, she had all the classic symptoms of a hangover. She had a headache that wouldn't quit, began to wretch repeatedly, and was severely dehydrated. And on top of that she had two rings through her nipples and every muscle in her body ached.