the figure for it.

And so it went. One by one,

the girls were bound in all sorts of arrangements and devices, and

as it progressed, I saw Eric's suspicion grow into a certainty.

"I know this place!" She (I mean HE!) whispered finally, "I mean I've read about it! It's--"

It was his turn. Two smiling ladies coaxed his frightened feminine form up to where a large supply of elegant hand-made bondage equipment still waited. And OH! what they did to that poor girl with it!

But I had no time to feel sorry for her! Before I knew it, it was me who was being led up there! As I cowered in front of them, naked and too frightened to resist, they had me kneel down, raise my arms up as far over my head as I could

manage, then clasp my hands together. I felt the smootn, wet fabric encircling my arms, twining around and around, downwards from my wrists to just above my shoulders, wrapping my arms together mummy-fashion, and forcing me to keep them raised over my head. Moreover, I soon realized that as tight as this was, the wet fabric would soon dry, pulling it even tighter!

I was stood up and my legs worked on next, wrapped together so that I could barely stand, and to walk was almost completely out of the

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question! Again, the fabric was tight and wet, and I wondered what would happen when it dried.

I quickly learned. The women led me over to a place in the center of the hut between two roaring fires and had me stand there, baking in the heat.

Eeek! My wrappings weren't just drying, they-they were hardening! The cloth must have been soaked in something starchy to make it solidify like this! Whatever the case, in minutes I found that my arms and legs were totally immobilized, plastered together straight out above and below my naked torso.

And now I was led out so they could work on my head. Totally helpless, I couldn't resist as they wrapped turn after turn of the wet fabric around and around my head and upper face, leaving just a narrow slit for my eyes and a wider opening for my mouth.

They were moving down to my neck now, locking my head into an upraised position before putting me back between the fires to bake. When they had finished, I was still erotically nude from shoulders to thighs, but my arms, legs, face and head were all totally immobile!

They had to carry me out. Out before the crowd of happy-looking men and proud-looking mothers. The

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