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shuddered at the realization of how very desperately I had played into her hands.

Suddenly Sylvia addressed the largest of her four goon-girls. "Debra," she ordered, "your fingernails are sharp, rip his trouser-legs off weel up over the knees and also his jacket and shirt.”

Before I could believe what was happening the dark-haired vixen had sunk her claws into my thigh and ripped savagely away at the trousers, causing the torn fabric to fall down around my trussed-up ankles.

Sylvia bent over and examined my one bare leg as Debra savagely re- moved my other trouser-leg. Another girl was ripping my jacket off, and still another one was tearing at my shirt, working the shredded cloth from under the ropes that now began to cut into my wrists.

"Girls," Sylvia said, in a tone of businesslike seriousness, "we won't need to use electrolysis — not just yet. We can simply shave his entire body."

"You're not going to shave me!" I screamed.

Instead of answering, Sylvia brought her giant hand crashing across my face. "Are you going to behave or not?" she snarled, raising her hand again.

I was dizzy from the blow and nodded my head for her not to hit me again.

Dizzily I watched as Sylvia plugged in a pink electric razor and began to shave away on my left leg. One girl was busy with my right hand, filing the fingernails, while still another girl was starting on my left hand. They were laughing and fussing over me like kids getting a 4-H calf ready for a state fair.

My leg began feeling strange immediately . . . Sylvia continued to make it smoother. I could feel the difference as I pressed it agains the leg of the chair. As she worked near the ropes around my ankles she di- rected Debra to untie them.

The leg was nearly numb from being tied so long. As the feeling began oozing into it, as the thousand pin-$ricks of its awakening made me

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