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"Pretend

fuck you with a red-hot poker." there's a big black cock in you; that'll make you come, for sure."

The Colonel sensed that the girl would actually be able to climax, even under these adverse conditions, and he alerted the others as to what was to be done when her orgasm overwhelmed her. As her passion mounted under her enforced masturbation, Pattie became oblivious of everything that surrounded her. She could concentrate only on the divine sensations that were flowing from all over her body to concentrate in the gaping moist pink gash between her thighs.

When the girl's climax creste into

a full orgasm, the Colonel's helpers went into their assigned tasks. A young male grasped and squeezed the tack-studded hemisphere of each breast, causing her acute intolerable anguish, one on each side. Another black grabbed each of her ankles and pulled her legs down straight so that her tack-studded buttocks were pressed hard against the table. This produced more agony as she writhed in the throes of her orgasm. And all the while Pattie only smile and moaned joyously as this most intense sensual pleasure was triggered by terrible sexually significant pain.

When at last the maelstrom of passionate sensation had passed, the Colonel smiled gloatingly to himself. Pattie was being so conditioned here that in the future she would only be able to enjoy sex after being forced to endure pain. She would be a complete masochist, needing domination and physical suffering in order to achieve sexual rewards. It might even go so far that she could never enjoy sex with a white-man, only with blacks.