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comes. You'll want it so much you'll be screaming for it. See if you don't." the Colonel assured her. "Now, are you going to take off that high-class nightie, or will we remove it our own way?"

"No. Of course not." shouted Pattie as the horror of her situation continued to unfold. "And don't any of you touch me."

"

"Touching you is no crime, grinned the Colonel, reaching out to grab her arms. "And fucking you is no crime if you're begging us to do it."

With the help of the several men in the group, it took only moments for Pattie to be thrown over a saw-horse, her wrists and ankles firmly tied to its legs while the crossbar pressed up harshly against her tender, unprotected belly. She still wore the thin dainty nightgown but it provided little protection as she lay with her breasts angling and her full round hips and buttocks stuck out temptingly. With her legs thus spread she realized that her crotch was vulnerable to their attack whenever they wished, and she whimpered in terror, offering them money and protection from her father if only they would release her now unharmed.

"Not a chance, you society bitch. You've hurt us bad, so you have to be punished. We're going to beat on your cute white ass now. And when you've had enough, you can beg us to stop long enough to fuck you. So it won't be rape; we'll just be doing what you ask for." came the Colonel's stern but joyous announcement. Under the leader's direction, one of the blacks took a broad leather belt from the waistband of his jeans and wrapped the buckle end around his hand. Then he brought his arm