The members of the Party were essentially night-people, sleeping during the day and devoting the hours of dark to planning and carrying out their revolt rainst society and the Establishment. It was now time for them to rest, and they also feared that if Pattie was subjected to any more rape and torture now, she might really be forced beyond the limits of sanity, or even die of her suffering.

They dragged her on the mattress over to a corner of the cellar where they used a set of handcuffs to fasten one of her ankles to a water-pipe. Then they gave her a couple of blankets for warmth and covering, and left her to recover from her terrible ordeal as best she coul. They warne her that during the coming night she would be tortured and rape many times again for the sexual pleasure of whatever Party members happened to be present.

In the ensuing hours Pattie slept fitfully, her rest frequently interrupted by horrible nightmares from which she awoke screaming. She wondered if she would ever be able to escape from this vengeful gang and their continual abuse of her body. And she wondered if her whole mind and soul had been so distorted by her treatment at their hands that she could never again be a normal upper-class college girl. She must already be over the dividing line between normality and perversion or she would not have experienced her first orgasm as the result of multiple agonizing rape.

It was late afternoon when the men upstairs began getting up. They remembered

to feed their prisoner so she would have the necessary strength to endure the further punishments they ha planned for her. To

her surprise Pattie found that she coul accopt the coming hours of torment and shame without too much fear. She has already endured the worst that could happen to her, and maybe she would get another wonderful orgasm if she suffered enough beforehand. Her conservative and somewhat Puritanical upbringing made the thought of sexual pleasure and climmax somewhat disturbing to her. However, if she were forced to suffer enough beforehand, she would not have to feel guilt when she was able to achieve sexual enjoyment from what happened to her.

When the punishment came before the guilty pleasure, it was allright to enjoy the pleasure for which one has already paid the necessary penalty. This arrangement of crime and punishment was not ideal, but at least it was fair and just, after a fashion.

When the eager young blacks of the Party again assembled in the dingy cellar for the second night of sadistic sex with their Aefenseless white girl victim, Sam had won the privilege of being her first assailant. He held a whispered conversation with the Colonel, at the end of which both men laughed heartily at what they had planned.

First Sam unlocked and removed the handcuffs which were holding Pattie to the water-pipe in the corner of the cellar. Then the steel menacles were secured around her wrists while her hands were behind her back. Now a rope was tied to the links between the fetters and passed over a heavy nail in the beams of the cellar ceiling. When the rope was pulled tight and fastened, the girl's arms were tautly raised behind her, forcing her to bend forward in her nakedness to relieve the strain on her distorted shoulders. Now Sam produce a box of small sharp