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Still standing there, he picked up a large nightstick; in the movement, his cock bounced on her lips. It retched, but she knew that she couldn’t comment. As she was bending forward, Garcia had his left hand in her ass crack now; Roy, coming in to fix the cameras, looked at the scene and grinned "Education in progress, eh? Call us if the bitch doesn’t behave properly, man." "Don’t worry, brother" Bongo said, showing the nightstick, "We’ve got the right stuff here." And, without a word, turned and gave a heavy blow of the stick on the left side of her back.
The pain was horrible: she felt everything explode in her stoned, half-crazed mind. All went dark for an instant, she felt breathless. Then she felt the numbness turning to a burning, fierce pain in the back. Claudia Hamilton uttered a strangled cry: she tried to arch her back, but Garcia’s hands kept her bent. Tears of pain and sheer terror rolled down her face, and she began to fear that those brutes would really kill her.