you do it, and maybe it will help you reach a climax by yourself."

With one hand Vicki obeyed, gently stroking anf fingering her bloody erect nipples while her other hand continued to stroke tenderly within her vulva. She was intensely aware of the stimulation she was receiving, but the sensations were so opposite to what a girl would normally feel under these conditions that the possibility of a carnal climax seemed utterly impossible for her.

Within her mind was a whirling cloud of emotional confusion. Physically and spiritually she was completely exhausted. Every motion produced exquisite pain in superbly sensitive areas. Stimulation that should have registered as intense pleasure and excitement was receive in the sensual centers of her brain only as torment. She was suffering total humiliation before these people who enjoyed watching her hurt herself. This public masturbation was a horrid farce, and her mind found it impossible to accept the sensations at any level.

Her eyes were closed as she fought to obliterate the chaos of her feelings. Her vulva began to feel moist and slippery under her stroking finger-tips, as the natural lubricants began to flow under her sexual stimulation. As the sensations ofcarnal excitement began to increase in strength, the painful aspects of her actions began to diminish, so that now she could be aware of sexual thrills among the jolting pain.

"Maybe we ought to shove a big dildo into her to help her along," suggested Betty knowing full well that it would destroy any chance Vicki had of coming to climax. "Or at

least we could stuff something up her bottom to urge her on better."

"NO.

No. Please don't," wailed Vicki as this terrible thought filtered through to her chaotic consciousness. "I'm trying to do as you ordered. Please don't hurt me any more. I couldn't stand it. Really I'm doing my best now. I'll do anything, but don't torture me any more. Please.

Two of her fingers were sliding vigorously up and down the slit of her vulva, exciting the swollen and torn lips. At the top of each stroke, a finger concentrated on rubbing the engorged bump of her abused clit. As the watchers all stared in morbid fascination, they saw her hips begin to weave and pump in time with her manual exertions.

The focus of her perverted passion was now made more slippery by the addition of blood from the pierced tissues under this un-natural stimulation and irritation. Her fully displayed pelvis was humping rhythmically as her passions were so grotesquely excited by masturbation.

Suddenly, to her amazement, Vicki felt her approaching orgasm gathering and crystallizing. The persistent sexual stimulations, even under these terrible conditions, were bringing her to climax, in spite of the associated pain and shame. In some strange way the pain and pleasure seemed to aid and complement eachother within her mind and boy to bring about this emotional upheaval under such circumstances.

Now as her tormentors watched, staring at her juicy, blood-stained crotch, the girl's hips began pumping and heaving even harder. Her glistening fingers were moving so violently that they seemed to be pummeling her vulva, rather than caressing it. Moans