The leader laughs as Jordan moans, a cruel loud laugh that mixes perfectly with the increasingly boisterous cheering from the crowd.  He kneels down in front of her while his thugs hold her arms and legs.  She can feel his breath on her thighs as he moves in close to her.  "None at all, eh?  I'm not sure I believe that."  With one finger, he pokes lightly at her moistened panties, his fingertip just barely parting her lower lips.  "Look how wet you are down here!"  Several more times, he moves his finger in and out, pressing her panties lightly into her steadily moistening sex, a little bit deeper each time.  His thugs continue to stroke her body, one rubbing along her back and her rear, the other two each caressing one of her breasts.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the leader rises up again, gripping under her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.  His expression grows deadly serious, his lips tight with a mixture of anger and lust.  "So, you thought you could defy me.  More than once, in front of my men?  I'll show you how we deal with women like you."  Roughly, he pulls her down, laying her torso frontwards across his knee.  With one hand, he slides down her panties, bringing them down to around her knees.  The cheering of the crowd meets a new fevered pitch, which grows in volume an instant later as he brings his hand down in a stinging slap on her backside.  He waits a few moment, and then brings his hand down again, this time striking the other cheek.  His hand dips down, then, finding her bare wet sex, lightly dipping his fingers inside her, before raising his hand up to spank her once more.  He alternates several more times, first spanking, then thrusting his fingers into her once, twice, three times, sometimes circling her clit with his thumb.