me from walking properly. And my poor titties mart so I can't think or anything."

"I told you not to talk or complain,' said Walter severely, bending down to unlock the chain that hobbled her legs at the hem of the skirt. "Now pull up your skirt to your waist, so I can add to your troubles, for disobeying and refusing to do what you're told."

Alarmed at this threat of instant panishment for disobedience, Vicki hastily pulled up the loosened skirt, exposing to her male audience of two her thighs, erotch and lower belly, where the ring and perforated plated were securely glued to the triangle of her pubic hair. She did not even dare look at her lower body or at Walter as he went to a small cabinet to get a piece of equipment.

Quickly he was kneeling before their victim, and Trask saw that he held a heavy metal ball, the size of a baseball, with a snap-hook projecting from its surface. Walter now deftly latched the fastening into the metal ring that jutted out from the plate covering Vicki's pubic triangle.

The girl winced and moaned as she felt this considerable weight dragging down on her pubis, and Walter pulled her skirt down. He tightened the chain again around her legs, and said threateningly, "Now get up to the kitchen in a hurry and start making dinner. Unless you want to have more troubles."

Quickly Vicki started shuffling toward the stairs in the short steps made nec-

essary by her hobbling skirt. With each step the heavy ball could be seen swinging and bouncing within her skirt, jerking and dragging continually on her delicate pudenda. Her efforts to keep her balance under these difficult con-

ditions made her put her weight on her heels at almost every step, thus pressing the upright nails in her torture sandals into her heels most painfully. In addition, her lurching jolting gait made her breasts jiggle painfully within the compression bra and made those sensitive glands extrude even more through the narrow constricting hole.

After a pain-racked trip up the

stairs, Vicki was kept very busy preparing the evening meal. Her job was made much more difficult by her manacled hands, her inability to walk normally, her pune tured heels, the contimal jerking of the weight on her lower belly, and the crushing pressure on her tits.

When dinner was ready, Wendy had nearly recovered from the drug that Vicki had fed her earlier, and the young girl came down. from the bedroom where she had been resting. She was told that Vicki was going to be a ser vant in the house for a few days, and her strange costume was part of her assigned role.

When they finished the meal, Vieki was allowed to eat the left-overs in the kitchon. While she washed the dishes and cleaned up, the others watched television for a while. The combination of all her torments, and her anxiety as to how this terrible episode would finally end, had Vicki nearly in tears of anguish and worry.

Soon Wendy was sent up to bed to complete her recovery from the goof-balls she had been given. This gave Walter and his wife, Betty, along with Trask Potter, a chance to renew their domination, humiliation, and torment of Vicki. In preparation for her coming ordeal, the handcuffs were removed from her wrists.

Then she

was told to cross her arms in front of her shoulders and wrap her arms around her neck.