"Heather's lost her head hair," said Pamela, "and she looks kinda silly with pussy hair. It's longer than the hair on her head. Looks ridiculous, it seems to me. Maybe we should do something about that."
"We'll give the girl a choice," said Donna.
"Heather, we can pull it out piece by piece if you wish. Takes a while, and should hurt something awful. Or, honey, we can pour brandy on it and light a match to it. It'll really hurt, but of course it will just go 'poof' and be all over with. The choice is yours… or we'll make it for you."
Heather moaned. in her dilemma, but a choice had to be made.
"The brandy," she said in a weak voice. Her bravado had gone.
She closed her eyes. It was indeed a "poof" as the flame flashed hotly. It had only lasted a moment, but Heather's screams came again and again.
"Lovely!" exclaimed Donna. "Look, Heather, you're ten years old again! You'll have to start growing it all over, shame isn't it? Well?"
It was more than Heather had bargained on.
Unfortunately, she had not fully recognise the extent of what females can do to each other at times. Heather was about to nod in submission when several skin-crawling screams came from Lisa next door. It gave Heather hope… and additional courage.
"No." It was a simple word. But it was a para- graph describing the remarkability of girls. It had been said a million times before in dungeons.of all ages.
Pamela and Donna had hoped that they would not have to put the long sewing needles in Heather's breasts. It was a bit much, but Lisa's screams indicated that she was dangerously close to losing the game.
Pamela took the left breast, Donna the right, and sent the first needles through, just behind the aureolas. The ends poked through neatly on the other side.
Heather did not want to look down at her breasts, which were becoming pin cushions, and lay her face on one armpit. It was not the hurt, for after the first four or five, there was only a dull throb anyway. It was just that it was obvious that the needles would be put in endlessly. When her breasts were full, they would begin somewhere else and Heather knew where that place would be.
"Please… no more. I've had it." Heather was crying, not from the hurt, but from losing the "Game" and thus letting down her team,
Pamela, Donna, Kathy and Maryl yelped in glee, and Kathy ran to find Ravan to tell her the game was over. The whites had won!
The miracle of females had not been fully shown during the torture, though it had begun there with courage and dedication and will. The miracle began after the "Game." Heather was untied and fell into the arms of Pamela, sobbing and hugging her.
There was no hate on her part. Pamela and Donna both had moist eyes as they kissed and hugged Heather in return, for their admiration and love for the courage of the girl was intense. They loved her very much for what they had had to do to her.
Yet this beautiful emotion of females began again out in the yard as all of the girls on both sides gathered together, Heather and Lisa fell into each other's arms in love and admiration and understanding. They had been pitted against one another in a contest of agony. They had shared.
Their kisses were many upon tear-stained faces. It mattered not which girl had won or lost.
The ultimate act of the nature of females was yet to happen. As the girls headed back to the school building, Heather sat upon a log and put her head in her hands, weeping. Her four teammates would undoubtedly not have much to do with her.
She felt soft hands on her shoulders and warm lips kissing her wet eyes. All four of her teammates were there.
"We love you very much, Heather. Lots and lots! You suffered for us!"
"Thank you, darling. Do you realize how long you were in there? Almost two hours! You're wonderful!"
"We can do that extra month standing on our heads!"
"Hey, bet your hair grows back in just a couple of months!"
"Hey, what's all this sniffling and crying! Let's see a smile… we love you!"
Heather smiled and she cried all the harder. She hurt nowhere right now! She would go Through it all over again for girls like these! She flung her arms around the first soft, curvy body she found.
Yet another chapter had been written in the miraculous story of Avondale.
Chapter Nine
It was November, and because of a month having been cut from their sentence, Pamela and Donna had but a week more at Avondale. The other girls all had longer sentences and would not be leaving for awhile.
It had been a time of joy for them both, and their lives would never be the same again. Most girls in
England would have boys to look forward to, and a few girls might also find the pleasure of another girl, but few would know the excitement of the
whip and the rope and the rings. It was most unfortunate, for most girls were the same as Pamela and Donna. It was just that they would never have the chance to find out. The roommates had talked about this often. Wouldn't it be wonderful if all girls were required to spend some time in a train- ing school! The two often fantasized about such a world. Imagine, they thought, if each girl carried a lovely little whip in her purse and a piece or two of cord! No telling who one might meet every day on a bus or in a fast-food restaurant. Just a glance of desire between two girls and off they could go to the ladies' powder room for some delightful whipping before returning to their Cokes and French fries. Then just a friendly wave, and off they would go on their separate ways. Or, maybe they'd spend the night together. Perhaps it would be law that a girl had to spend one day with a boy, the next with a girl! Such things are young girls' fantasies made of.
One thing was very clear to Pamela and Donna.
They would stay together and recognize their own "marriage." Perhaps, when they found jobs, their mothers would let them share an apartment in London together. They would go out with boys and an occasional other girl too, for Avondale had removed jealousy beautifully. In fact, they would be delighted for each other when one went out on a date and they would wish each other fun and pleasure. If a boy, they would kid each other and tell each other not to dare come home until taking him in all three places. If a girl, they would kiss the date in sincere friendship, and tell them to have fun together, complimenting on how very cute the date was. It would be a beautiful life, and they would promise daily whippings. Of course they would keep their rings! They would play mistress and slave, taking weekly turns. It would be delightful!
They thought about Jan and Sabrina too. Constantly, now that their time was growing very short. The sexual desire for the two women had increased steadily over the months, which was to be expected.
In Sabrina's case, it was purely a physical thing.
She radiated waves of sex. It was not that Sabrina was lesbian, for she really wasn't. She was happily married with children. But her daily contact and "duties" with naked young girls made it unnatural if she had not grown to enjoy their curves on occasion. She also tortured them, and Sabrina would be a strange female if she had not been aroused by those activities as well, Yet, she never went further than the expected touching of a breast or a brief kiss, and she never proposed making it fully with a girl, even though she undoubtedly wanted to at times. She did her job, and her part in the training, with professionalism and love. It was only on rare occasions that she bedded with a slave.
It was for this very reason that she became so desirable for all of the slave girls. The hardest to get was always the most wanted! Those in the out- side world would not believe that girls would count the days until they could go to Sabrina's section to be tortured. It would seem insane. Yet, not only did the girls go eagerly, they often went early for their appointments, just to be with her and watch her move about the room. It mattered not t.hat they found themselves tied to a post or table and that the lovely nurse was hurting them, nor even that they screamed. They enjoyed smelling her per- fume, feeling her soft hands and looking at her slim legs so nicely revealed by her little skirt. They were pleased when they could see Sabrina's red nipples erecting under her opaque nurses' blouse, and had learned.to moan sexily to keep them that way when being tortured, for Sabrina did respond to hurting girls as any other female would do. If their performance was nice enough, they could often see that Sabrina's panties were a little wet between her legs, and they considered that the highlight of the day to bring her to that point!