Karen sobbed as the man tugged her panties down to her knees, then put his hands between her thighs to pull her knees apart so that the fabric stretched to its utmost, digging into the flesh of her legs.
“That’s it,” Mr. Green said. “She could be having fun with that little pussy right now, but she decided she needed to be a naughty girl. Well, Karen, it’s time to learn what happens to naughty girls.”
The hands of the four men who held her firmly in place—Joe at her right side, Pete at her left, and Mr. Harris and Mr. Ming in front of her—all tightened their grips. A part of Karen’s mind told her that it must mean Mr. Green had raised the terrible black strap she had seen in his hand. She couldn’t help crying out in fear, even as her insane, traitorous body felt another awful rush of heat between her thighs, in the bare pussy from which they had stripped even the nearly useless covering of the lacy panties.
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