fellows?

Will you beg them all to fuck you?" "Oooh, no. I couldn't stand it?" sobbed the distraught girl. "It's too awful. Please let me go now. Haven't you had enough revenge by beating me and doing it to me once ?"

"Baby, we haven't even really started on you yet," the Colonel told her gleefully. "Altogether we have about fifty studs in our group, and I'll bet each of them will want to shoot a load into you two or three times. But only after you beg each of them to do it."

Even as he stopped speaking, he showed her a long thin cane, tough and supple, and said it was the instrument he would use to punish the other cheek of her plump white ass. Then he rose and stood beside her out-thrust hips, making the cane whistle through the air in practice strokes. Suddenly he directed a sizzling stroke across her smooth creamy right ass-cheek with all his vengeful strength. Pattie lurched in her stringent bondage and screamed wildly. It felt as if she had been hit with a red-hot branding iron on that sensitive expanse of unprotected flesh. Again and again the cane landed, scoring crimson welts parallel across her rounded hemisphere of buttock. There were pauses of only a second or two between the scalding excruciating strokes and she thought she would faint from the agony of each and the cumulative torture of them all. It was such pain as she had never imagined, and more than any girl could be expected to endure. Was it to go on forever? Suddenly she realized how she could stop it. The cure was unbelievably horrible but this was too much to endure. She had to give in, to make it cease at least temporarily.

"Please. Oh please stop,' "she wailed.

"I can't stand it. you're hurting me too much." "Why should I stop?" Aemanded the colonel. "It's fun watching a white bitch wiggle her ass and hear her cry. And you sure have a cute ass, baby. It used to be so white, but now it's all pink and swollen on one side, and it's getting all re-striped and swelling up on the other side. Beating your ass is almost as much fun as fucking your cunt."

That was the cue to stop this torture, Pattie realized through the haze of her suffering. Letting these awful Negroes use her sexually was unthinkable under ordinary circumstances, but she couldn't stand being flogged. "Please fuck me," she wailed. "Please do it to me. Do anything to me. I beg you to fuck me, if only you stop whipping me."

"That sounds interesting, said the Colonal calmly, the cane poised to deliver another scorching blow on her ass. "Where do you want us to fuck you?"

There was a pause as Pattie tried to make herself use the terrible crude words for the horrible actions of unwante sex. The cane descended on her inflamed buttock with even more violence, and she gasped, "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt with your black cock. I beg you to fuck me and not to whip me any more."

"Well, if you really want it, I'm sure we can oblige you, sneered the Colonel. "Charley K, it's your turn to use our snooty white guest for some hot screwing. Do you want to take her dog-fashion, like I did?"

"No. I like the old-fashioned way,

the missionary position," replied the smooth-