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"Try this," one of the girls said, handing a thick chunk of wood, this one a small branch that been trimmed off a nearby tree. It was far more of a club than a switch, still covered in rough bark, though that was loose and rotting, and coming off in her hand.
Meghan lay stretched out on her belly on the grass and dirt, sobbing and moaning. Kelly approached with the club. Meghan saw her through her tears and whimpered. She tried to pull herself forward across the ground as Meghan came up behind her.
One of the girls stepped on her hair, though, and then Kelly, instead of bringing the side of the club down against the bruised and battered girl stepped between her legs, shoved one leg apart and pressed her foot against it, then pressed the end of the branch against the girl's rectal opening.