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The rape continued in the afternoon; this time, they all were even hornier than the night before, but also more organised, prepared to extract from the white beauty the most for their depraved pleasure. Marvin got beside her and said to the glassy-eyed blonde "Now I’d like to get some more head from this nice, Hollywood honkey star." He unbound her wrists and ankles, then cupped her pussy. When he looked satisfied he dragged her on her feet and looked at her. She was gorgeous, but, somehow, a little bit too naked; he found quickly a bag in a drawer and threw it to the girl. He grunted "put this on, slut. Come on."
She had to put on some items she had positively hated all her life. One black simple garter belt, then a pair of black fishnet nylon stockings; things for whores, she had always said, and had always resisted the idea of putting them on. Now she couldn’t avoid using them; to the lewd catcalls of the other Blacks, her torturer looked at her putting those items of lingerie and said "Really nice, girl... you’d have to parade constantly with this kind of attire. You look just fine..." and then forced her back again on her knees, in front of the armchair where he sat down, his huge, hairy thighs splayed to allow her to bend over his crotch. He didn’t like her like that: too ‘free’, he said, so he swiftly got behind her and bound her wrists again with duct tape, this time behind her back.