windows of the cellar Pattie has been raped at least a dozen times. This was horror onough for the innocent and naive girl, but the worst part was that before each rape she was tortured in some sexually significant way until she begged to be fucked as the only possi le relief from her acute suffering. Not only was her body enduring terrible torments, but her mind was being warped by the emotionally and physically traumatic experience.

On the final rape of this session, after she had begged to be fucked following had her leggs pulled so wide apart in an enforced split that they were sticking out parallel, at right angles to her writhing body, came an ever that surprised her tormentors almost as much as it alarmed Pattie. A hure black man, Ceasar, was plunging his cock in and out of her cunt, but instead of supporting his upper body on his hands or elbows on the mattress, he had gripped his fingers into her sensitive breasts so that those tender hemispheres were bearing the whole weight of his heavy upper torso.

Pattie was screaming at the torture in her out-stretched legs and the agony in her powerfully squeeze breasts, when she felt the pumping sensations in her mind and soul begin to crystallize into strange feelings. Waves of hot alien thrills were flowing unwanted from her whole body, focussing in on her straining pelvis. Higher and higher mounten the physical and emotional tension within her lower abdomen, and it was concentrating in her pussie in ways that were totally unfamiliar to her past experience. It flashed through her mind that so much abuse down there might be damaging her permanently and that her stretched and abraded hole might be rupturing as a prelude to her death.

The spiralling sensations were growing in intensity, and, to her amazement, they were exquisitely beautiful and pleasant. Was this the way a girl felt when she had been driven into wildest insanity by shame and torture? Was this a symptom of some horrible form of dementia?

She wrenched her arms and legs free of the restraining hands of her captors, and began instinctively heaving her pelvis up and down in an abandoned counterpoint to Ceasar's powerful fucking. She didn't want to co-operate in this shameful activity in any way, but the demands of her awakening body made her eager to do anything that would increase the carnal ecstasy she was experiencing for the first time in her whole life. She needed to be filled and fulfilled by Ceasar's pounding pumping demanding black cock.

The Colonel was the first of the watchers to identify what was happening to their helpless victim. "Christ, she's coming. We've fucked her out of her mind," he gasped. "She's blown her top. She's having an orgasm after all we've done to her. She's flipped her lid, and we'll have a crazy, a kook, fucking nut on our hands."

As the black audience watched with mixed awe, guilt, and amazement, the excesses of Pattei's passion gradually waned. Now she lay exhausted in both mind and body, scarceaware of her surroundings. Only slowly dia she come to realize and accept the fact that what she had experienced was the orgasm, the sexual climax, that she had heard about but never before felt. She must be very abnormal, a severe neurotic, maybe even psychotic, if she could only respond emotionally to such a long series of violent and degrading stimuli.