This meant that in addition to suffering the stretching torment of her asshole, each thrust of Sam's virile cock made her rollon her breasts on the table, pressing and twisting the dozens of tacks within the tender flesh and sensitive skin of her tits. It became a total horror of outrage and agony for the tortured helpless girl while Sam continued to surge rhythmically in and out of her straining anus and rectum, experiencing exquisite sensual delights.

Pattie wished she could faint, or even die, for this agony was more than any human body could be expected to endure. To increase her suffering, Sam now slowed the tempo of his buggering so as to prolong the time of this aleicious, ecstasy for him and increase the length of his victim's torment. But soon the forces of Nature took over, and with a few powerful jolting strokes, Sam was spurting his thick creamy semen deep into her clenching violated ass.

When his ejaculation had ceased he left his cock buried deep within her pelvis, kept hard by the grip of her sphincter, and soaking deliciously in the hot bath of his own sperm. As if in a Aream of heavenly ecstasy, the virile young black murmured to his associates how wonderful it still felt to have his cock, still half-hard, warmed and caressed by the convulsions and strainings of the prisoner's bowels. The leisurely buggering of a torture defenseless white bitch made any ordinary fucking seem pale by comparison.

At last he withdrew his slimy black cock from Pattie's asshole, announcing that it was time for some other member of the party to enjoy the body of their victim. The next member of the group to use Pattie was Horse, and

he said that he, too, wanted to make the white broad guess how she was to serve him sexually.

Pattie was left bent over the table with her tack-torture tits pressing down on the hard surface. Horse sat on a stool behind her and began pushing more of the small sharp tacks into the already swollen and inflamed hemispheres of her out-thrust outtocks, making the girl writhe and squirm at this added suffering. "Tell me how you want to make me come," he told her as he continued puncturing her plump ass-cheeks with the sharp points. "Tell me how a lousy honky bitch should offer hot and wild sexy thrills to a black hero of the revolution. What would he like most?"

"Oooh, I don't know. I'll do anything you want," sobbed Pattie, for every motion she made in response to the torment of her bottomcheeks, added to the pain in her breasts where they were pressed onto the table. "Please fuck me. Please fuck me in any way you want, but I can't stand any more pain. It's too much."

"You've been fucked in the cunt, and you've just been fuck up the ass, Horse told her as he added more tacks to the quivering mounds of her ass. "here else could I fuck you that would feel good? Good for me, that is."

Pattie new she woula Ao anything to stop this continuous torture, but she had no idea what he wanted. Then she remembered that Clay had once asked her to suck his penis, but that she had angrily refuse to perform such filthy and degrading act. It was still the most horrible sexual perversion she could imagine, but she would gladly do it for this young Black, if only it would stop further torments, at least for a while.