"Good. You're being punished in all the proper places, considering your crime, said Trask with cruel satisfaction.

"I don't

see much blood yet down there, but before we are finished with you, all your sexual equipment may be burst open or torn to shreds. Now keep on marching, like I told you, or this whip will make things even more painful for you.

Under this threat Vicki managed to set up a slow measured pretense of marching. Each step twisted the needled metal curve back and forth, stabbing dozens of tiny spikes against each side of her whole crotch. This movement also shifted the two alloes back and forth in her rectum and vagina, causing deep disturbing distress within her pelvis.

The rythmic motion caused her tortured breasts and nipples to bounce, adding to her agony. Whenever she tried to slow down her marching, or take tiny steps, Trask would flick her sharply with his whip, urging her on to more vigorous and painful efforts.

Just as he saw that she was about to faint into welcome unconsciousness from the length and violence of her ordeal, Trask allowed her to stop and rost for a few minutes. Not that he felt pity for the evil girl, but he wanted her fully conscious so as to be able to suffer fully for her sins. Soon he made Vieki start walking again, standing before the big mirror, so that she could see in all detail, what was causing her so much anguish.

Finally he allowed Vicki to rest again from her painful movements, and had her lower the skirt part of her costume so that she seemed normal from in front, although her striped and swollen buttocks still jutted out boldly in back where the full-length zipper

was unfastened. When the upper portion of her bizarre costume was again lowered into place, she looked fairly normal from in front, except that the ends of her bra-strap projected out sideway from under her blouse and the wristlets she wore were attached there, limiting the movements of her hands and causing pain in her tormented breasts with each motion.

Verging on exhaustion and hysteris Vicki turned to her tormentor and said, "I know what all you men want; you want to use girls to shoot your sex-load. Well, why don't you use me now in some way and satisfy your needs ? Then you could let me go home and reeover from what you've done to mo. I'll never try anything with your daughter, Wendy, again, and I'll never tell anyone how you've tortured me here. We can all forget about the whole deal. No more problems for anyone. Okay?"

"Not a chance, Vieki," Trask told her quickly. "In the first palce, I'm not interested in any kind of sex with you. Not ever And in the second place, I don't think you've been punished enough yet for the awful things you tried with Wendy and with Betty Jansen. By the time we finish with you, you not only won't want to have sex of any kind; you won't be able to for a long while."

Vicki stared at him in horror and started to protest at this terrible threat of even more punishment, but Trask cut her off. "We need an obedient servant around here for the next few days, and you're elected. I know it hurts you to move, but get upstairs now and start working. It's nearly time for breakfast, so you can start with that."

"But I can't work like this," pleaded the girl. "Every time I move my hands or feet it hurts me terribly in my breasts and nipples