WHAT HAPPENED TO PATTIE

The girl's ankles were stretched far too widely apart and securely bound to the stout legs of the broad heavy kitchen table. The straining muscles in her thighs quivered with the agonizing stresses being put upon them, and her whole body shuddered frequently from the tension of her un-natural pose. Dhe was sobbing and begging for the torture to cease.

Her plump reddened buttocks were pressed against the edge of the table behind her struggling form, and her hands were tied together where they rested on the surface of the table in back of her. Two black men hungrily watches her smooth white flesh, glistening with sweat from her torment, as a third Negro slowly tightened a strap that pulled her wrists further and further backward, increasing the pain and strain in her arched hips and her distorted shoulders. Her gaping vulva was fully exposed in her out-thrust pelvis, the focus of all male eyes as it seemed to yawn provocatively at them.

"Come on, bbby. Tell us what you want and I'll slack off on stretching you," said the young black man who was tightening the strap on her arms. is white teeth gleamed in his dark sweaty face, and like the other two men, he was smiling at his power over the girl's helplessness. "Come on, say it right, you white bitch."

"Oh, please stop. You're hurting me so terribly all over. I'll let you do anything,"