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 four comers of the bedstead; then a couple of pillows were pushed under my belly, so as to raise my bottom up a little. Then the biggest boy got up behind me and put his stiff prick to my arsehole.

"'Ah! oh! oh! I you hurt. I won't stand that. I'll tell the master in the morning!' I screamed out, and then began to cry.

"In an instant they tied a handkerchief over my mouth, whilst someone got hold of my prick, -all greasy and slimy as it was from the spitting, and began to frig me, whilst the one behind me was trying to get his tool in.

"He pushed and pushed. It was impossible for me to scream, yet it was like forcing a bar of iron up my bottom. The pricking and stretching sensation 2em