clutches of her punishers that she was completely unconcerned as to how she looked or what kind of Aress she was wearing. Even the extremely dark glasses didn't bother her for they would partially hide her identity and the horror of her ordeal just past.

Vicki was so tired she just stood there with her eyes closed, hoping that the promise of freedom was not another cruel joke. When she did occasionally open her eyes briefly she could not see, because of her dark glasses, the bizarre coiffure, the dress she wore, or the bright green color of her skin. Her dress was an extremely short mini-dress of diaphonous white nylon, fairly close-fitting, and nearly transparent.

Within the snug filmy bodice, her swollen green breasts jutted out in exaggerated prominence, seeming to beg for attention as they glowed with green phosphorescence, the nipples probing boldly against the translucent delicate material. Her swollen hips and buttoeks flared out enticingly within the extremely brief see-through skirt, emitting their green radiance for all to see. From highheeled pumps all the way up to her crotch, her long shapely green legs were bare and nakedly revealed in their beauty.

There was no dark patch of pubic hair visible at the base of her belly, for that had all been ripped out previously. But where her thighs met her torso, the bright nickelplating of the padlock winked and glittered through the gossamer fabric of her tiny skirt, drawing every eye toward her nearly exposed green vulva. With every slightest movement this sparkling reflector attracted carnal attention to the fountainhead of her femininity.

Vicki's body was not only as fully ex-

posed as if she were completely naked, but her grotesque green luminescent color and the glittering padlock in her crotch kept lewdly announcing her condition of shame.

Every woman who saw her would instantly hate and despise her for so immodestly displaying her intimate secrets. And every man would instantly desire her and assume that she was immediately available for his pleasure. Wherever she was she would attract unwanted attention. If she ever got home, she could change her dress to something less revealing, but her glowing green skin color, and the sparkling padlock fastened to her vulva would stay with her for weeks to come. And for a long time, even the slightest touch near her breasts or her entire pelvis would be painful, and a reminder of what she had suffered as punishment for her Lesbian transgressions.

Now it was acie that Betty would wait at the house for Wendy to come back from the afternoon movies. Meanwhile, Walter and Trask would drive Vicki into the city and leave hor off in some well-lighted, densely populate place. Getting home from there, in her bizarre costume and coloring, would be her problem, to solve as best she could.