She was so physically and emotionally exhausted and she hurt so terribly in so many intimate places that all she wanted was oblivion.

Betty had the men drag a large bucket or tub over and place it about a foot from one wall of the cellar. Vicki was ordered to go stand in the tub, faeing toward the wall. The leather bra-strap still tightly cinched the bases of her extruded swollen breasts, and her wrists were fastened to the ends of the bra-strap where it stuck out sideways just below the level of her shoulders at the front of her body.

"Now, Vicki, you have to bend way over forwards, "ordered Betty Jansen. "Much further than that, Vicki. Way over, till your head is straight down and almost between your knees. I know you are about to fall, but just fall forward and your back will be against the wall, so you'll be safe."

In this straining, doubled over pose Vicki's jutting deformed breasts were almost between her knees. Betty said, "Now hold still, Vicki, or you might fall and hurt yourself."

Quickly Betty knelt down behind the

contorted girl. On each side she deftly detached the wristlet from the end of the leather bra-strap, thrust the strap behind Vicki's knee, and then refastened it to the wristlet. Now the prisoner was standing in the tub, her torso inverted with her hips up and her hear down. Her back was pressed vertically against the cellar wall, and she could not even try to regain an upright posture because she was held in this strained pose by the bra-strap which connected her swollen breasts to her wrists. Because of the angle at which she wag tilted against the wall, her hips and

pelvis were directly above her face.

"I said we should clean up Vicki before we let her go, so we'll start it by giving her an enema, and a douche,' " announced Betty with a cruel smile. "It looks like she is in a perfect position for us to do it easily. I'm sure she won't like these internal baths 9 but that just makes it more fun for us to do it." From her upside down pose Vicki was begging and pleading with them not to subject her to this additional torment, but she knew that her protests would do her no good. As she looked out between her slightly spread legs she saw Betty get a rubber douche-bag and fill it with warm water. The bag was hung from the ceiling right over Vicki's inverted body, and after adjusting the flow to a slow weak stream, Betty roughly thrust the large bulbous nozzle deep into Vicki's rectum. The victim lurched and quivered at this crude invasion of her body, and then became conscious of the gradual build-up of fluid within her bowels. No amount of pressing or straining could dislodge the nozzle from her bottom and Vicki could feel herself filling up.

By now Betty was approaching with another douche-bag and nozzle, this one filled with very hot water. After hanging the reservoir from a hook in the ceiling beside the first one, Betty took the nozzle and began squirting a fast har stream of the scalding water at Vicki's exposed and out-thrust pelvis. The contact of the hot water on the bound girl's whip-striped buttocks, her needle-puncture anal crease, her lacerated labia, and her abuse vulva and upper thighs, made Vicki scream and shudder with pain, but there was