She was suspended from the rafter in a manner identical to her already processed friend and she remembered the girl’s warning.“Don’t fight them ...t all. Just try to ignore the worst of it and think that it will all be over before too long. The more you cooperate, the less you will suffer.”She could see the value of that advice because the tall, black girl was only beaten lightly and was immediately released to the barracks as soon as they finished with her. It was her turn now and she was not. I felt his hand go under my dress and touch my thigh above my lacy stocking top. Then he reached further and touched my thong covered labia. My clit was protruding from its hood as his fingers brushed across it through my thong. He moved my thong aside and began rubbing my clit.I gasped, “Jacques, No! I’m a married woman. I can’t do this. Please stop.”He knew my pleas were futile. I was too far gone to refuse him. I felt his fingers spread me and enter me, massaging my most sensitive. My eyes rolled to the back of my head she felt so good. We were in our own world, like yesterday when we didn’t notice her dad enter the room, we failed to notice that Mrs. Toomy entered the bathroom. Unlike Carrie’s dad she had no desire to join us.“What is going on here?” Mrs. Toomy yelled. We stared at her like a deer in headlights.“Pull your pants-up, we’re going to the principles office,” she said.While I won’t bore you with the lecture we received, but there’s something wrong with this. They hid almost nothing and only served to increase her abuser’s desires.With her hands restrained behind her back, she was powerless to stop his advances. Instead she could only whimper like a dog as she felt two fingers probing the outside of her panties. She tried her best to shift positions or move to avoid the unwelcomed touch, but tied to a chair there was no way she could avoid his advances. Instead she was forced to endure his touch. Her captor began to stroke the outside of her.