it's time she had some sensual kicks. Come over here, Vicki, and lie down on your back on this bench. We want to watch you play with yourself and masturbate."

Vicki gasped in horror at this suggestion; anything to do with sex was the last possible desire she could have. Every organ that could give her carnal excitement had been so tortured and abused that any

asure was obviously impossible. She strated to explain this to her captors but. they only smiled cruelly and told her to obey orders if she wanted to avoid any further suffering.

The bench on which she stretched out had stirrups, like a doctor's examining table. These held her feet raised high and widely separated, so that her whole crotch and pelvis were lowly exhibited to the three captors who gathered down there to watch her grotesque performance.

"Now use your fingers to rub your elit and play with your pussie,' commanded Betty Jansen. "Do whatever is necessary to get yourself an orgasm, Vicki, and don't try to deceive us about it. I can tell when you have a real come, so don't fake it unless you want to be punished some more."

As Vicki's fingers crept fearfully down between her widespread thigh and touched the bruised and torn tissues, she was sure that it would be impossible for her to carry out the cruel command. Even the slightest touch thore produced rending agony, not the pleasant stimulation that could lead to a rewarding orgasm. She knew she had to obey but the action would bring only further torment, not exciting thrills.

It felt very strange and uncomfortable to have no pubic hair covering her lower belly, and that smooth surface was extremely tender and sensitive from having its protective foliage ripped out. And when her searching finger-tips touched the lips of her widespread and exposed vulva, Vicki was alarmed to find how swollen and sore they were from the abuse they had suffered. The dainty pink nubbing of her clitoris was already firmly enlarged from traumatic swelling. To touch it brought instant pain, not instant ecstasy. When Betty Jansen raised her whip threateningly, Vicki knew that she ha to start really working in earnest to obey the command. The hot douche had effectively remove all natural lubrication in her vulva, so each touch was strangely rough and exaggerately painful. Her moving fingers were producing sensation even more violent than normal own there, but the sensations were painful rather than pleasurable.

On top of all her other troubles Vicki found it terribly humiliating and shaming to have her three captors staring so avidly between her thighs as she went through the agonizing motions of masturbating. Unless one had an active and co-operating partner, all sexual activities were strangely embarrassing and guilt-ridden, even under these exotic conditions of forced self-stimulation, before a critical and unsympathetic audience.

"Try playing with your nipple's with one hand," suggested Betty. "Titties are meant to help a girl feel all hot and sexy. I know your breasts are sore and swollen, and the nipples have been crushed, but you play with them anyway. We'll like watching