Having only a few hours before been a sucessful and fun-loving athlete, Ashley was now unconscious in the dirt. Her nicely muscled body was nude and her sweaty flesh was caked in dirt. Her hair was a mess and blood was dripping out of her mouth. Her arms were in a tight arm binder and her legs were hobbled at the knees and ankles. A collar was fitted snugly around her neck.

The man bent down to wake her back up but there was a bit of a murmur in the crowd. These men, none of whom could really be called good, seemed to feel he might have gone a bit far. He glared at them but eventually Ashley was taken off the floor to rest and the next girl was marched on. Her name was Elizabeth and she had been captured, not for being a tease, but for being arrogant and demeaning towards others. She was marched out in a pair of sneakers, her glasses and nothing else. She has a somewhat plump figure and short brown hair. She was bound more simply than Ashley with a simple thong binding her wrist and a snug collar around her neck. She gulped as she saw the unconscious Ashley dragged off.