shaven young black with the exaggerated Afro hair-cut. "Let's put her over there on that mattress so my knees won't get scraped. Nothing will make her ass feel go, but that's her problem. The pain may even make her bounce her ass around to give me a hotter ride."

Pattie's wrists and ankles were unbound from the legs of the saw-horse. As she stood erect she staggered from the strain of her former bondaged pose. Instinctively her

hands explored the beaten areas of her asscheeks and found them hot and sore and surprisingly swollen from the trauma they had endured. With each step she took as she was led over to a mattress on the floor in a core ner of the cellar, she found that each step hurt terribly from stretching and compressing the severely abused tissues of her buttocks.

As she was made to lie down, she saw Charley K stripping off his trousers and underwear to reveal a huge stiffened penis all ready to forcibly invade her shuddering body. In reflex defense against the inevitable assault, she held one hand protectively over her crotch and clampe the thighs together. The Colonel smiled at this reaction and said, "Since this bitch just begged to be fucked, it looks like she don't really know what she's expected to do or how to do it. I guess we '11 just have to show her, man."

Under his direction, two lengths of clothes-line were brought. One end was securely tied around the girl's right wrist, and the main part of the rope was passed under the mattress to the other side where it was fastened to her left wrist, holding her arms firmly widespread and useless for defense. With the other piece of rope under the bottom end of the mattress, her ankles were bound so that her legs were pulled far apart and her knees bent.