Any possibility of enjoying carnal intimacies, either homosexual or heterosexual was totally beyond her imagination. Her body and her femininity could provide only suffering of the most shaming and acute sort. The thought of anyone touching her breasts or crotch, no matter how delicately and lovingly, was enough to set Vicki sobbing again immediately. All she wanted was oblivior and to be unmolested in any way.

When Vicki finished drying herself ana huge towel, Betty Jansen approached her, 1ing out a white pill and a glass of water. "You like to use pills or capsules, goof-balls, to get your Lesbian victims in the mood for your kind of loving,' said Betty accusingly. "So take this pill now. It won't hurt you. It will just help you relax for a little while until we are ready to release you and take you back to the city."

Vicki looked dubiously at Betty and at the pill, but the thought of being allowed to leave this den of sorrow and return home made Vicki willing to do almost anything. She swallowed the pill with a few gulps of water and then went back to drying her hair. It was such a relief not to be tortured and to feel clean and free of bondage.

In a few minutes Vicki began to feel sleepy and groggy. She was led over to a souch and told to stretch out comfortably while she recuperated from her ordeal. another few minutes she was completely un conscious, as the result of the action of the powerful sedative and her exhaustion. And now Trask, Walter, and Betty went to work on her, arranging the final act of their vengeance.

All three wore rubber gloves to protect themselves from the vivid chemical dye which they were applying to her whole

body. Betty went to work on their victim's hair, coloring it a brilliant green and arranging it in a complex, high, coiffure. When the grotesque hair-do was set and drying, Betty began applying the vivid green dye to her victim's whole face and throat, carefully massaging the color into the pores of the skin which had been opened by the scrubbing and the hot shower.

Meanwhile Trask and Walter were each working on one half of Vicki's relaxed and unconscious body as it lay in drugged sleep on the couch. With their rubber-clad hands worked the brilliant dyestuff into the absorbent skin from neck to toes. The lurid color served to mask most of the welts and discoloration of her skin from the torments which had been inflicted upon her flesh. Their hands intimately kneaded and massaged every square inch of her body, making certain that the bizarre color was completely and uniformly distributed.

"If I didn't know what a nasty Lesbian bitch this Vicki was, I might find myself getting a masculine kick out mauling her body like this," said Walter lightly.

"You'd better not get any ideas about doing anything with our Vicki, "warned his wife jokingly. "Or I might get the idea of After I'd done some yeing you green, too. other things to you, of course. Things you wouldn't like any more than Vicki liked the things we did to her."

"Don't worry, honey, Walter assured his smiling wife. "When you are the Boss in our kinky love-games, I'm always plenty scared of what you'll dream up to do to me. If you were really mad at me, and not just playing