onto the floor in a sobbing huddled mass of total misery, unable to endure any more. The adults still had more torments to inflict on their prisoner, but they did not want Wendy to be further involved. It was nearly lunchtime by now, and after that meal, prepared and served by the nearly hysterical Vicki, the younger girl was sent off to a local movie matinee for the afternoon, allowing the three adults free time to continue their Aistic punishment of Vicki.

As soon as Wendy had left, the Jansena and Trask Potter took Vicki down to the cellar torture-chamber in preparation for further ordeals. Her two-piece exotic leather dress was removed, leaving her exposed in all her abused nakedness, wearing only the items which tormented her breasts, ass, and pussie.

Her wrists were still attached to the ends of the sonstricting bra-strap, se that any movement of her hands was intensely painful to her deformed breasts and brused nipples. Under these conditions, Walter's next command was especially cruel. He said, "Vieki, for the coming portion of your punishment we won't need that piece of equipment you're wearing between your legs. it off so we'll be able to do more and different things to you there."

"But I can't,"

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protested the suffer ing girl tearfully. "I can hardly move my hands, and when I do it hurts my titties. How can I take off this awful thing I'm wearing down there?"

Walter told her.

"That's up to you, "If you'd rather keep wearing it and have us chase you around the house while it tears your pussie and ass with the needles, that's all right with us. But I think you'd better

take it off if you possibly can."

After considering the alternatives, Vicki realized that it would be better for her to obey. She tried to reach down to get at the buckle in front holding the spiked instrument up into her crotch. She could almost touch it, and then with an exeruciatingly painful effort she touched the buckle but the strain on her einched breasts made her whimper in torment. It would take both hands to. loosen the strap, and she felt that she was actually tearing her breasts from her body by dragging down on those imprisoned glands so hard. From where her fingers were frantically working, her eyes fliek up and she was shocked to see her tits, swollen to the size of grapefruits, drawn far out from her chest and connected to her body only by relatively narrow straining banda of flesh.

At last the buckle loosened and the pressure of the spiked metal piece lessened. Now she could get at the fastening of her tootight waist-eineh, and after much struggling torment she released the belt. The whole torturing apparatus drop from her loins and Vicki gave a sigh of relief. She hurt in so many tender places, but maybe now her punishment session was ended.

"We'll have to get her cleaned up before we let her go," said Betty Jansen casually as the three captors surveyed their victim. "I suggest that we do it from the inside out." "Sounds like a good idea," said Trask. "Why don't you take over? We'll all help."

Vicki quailed at what might be in store for her, but at least letting her go had been mentioned. If she ever got free, she knew she would just go to bed and rest for days,