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"From now on you and Donna will visit me once a week, and I'll torture you. I have some lovely ways."

"Can Donna and I be tortured together, or must you do us on different days?"

"Really love that fluff, don't you, Pain? Well, if you're a good kitten, I'll think about it."

"Thanks, Sabrina. You're sweet!"

"Don't mention it, hon. Now, 'bout time to start in on you. I think it would serve a purpose if you asked me to torture you. Rather psychological and all that."

"Torture me, Sabrina, for being bad and for being a girl," said Pamela.

The two wires had been plugged in under the table. Sabrina pulled Pamela's locking pins part- way out of her nipples and fastened the wires to the two exposed ends. She then pushed the locking pins back in as far as they would go. She flipped a switch underneath the table and the air hummed.

Pamela's pink nipples turned red and sprang into full erection, and her screams resounded off the walls. Sabrina went back to her chair and began to read the latest issue of Playboy, only glancing occasionally at the twisting, writhing girl. It was three minutes before she turned off the current. Pamela lay limp and soaked with sweat.

"Really hurts the nipples, doesn't it?" Sabrina said as she used a towel to wipe off Pamela's forehead. Pamela could not answer. She was still trying to catch her breath. Sabrina removed the wires and pushed the locking pins back into their sockets in the rings.

"Going to show you something now, kitten. A girl can be hurt and have fun at. the same time," said Sabrina. "Had this done to me when I was only fourteen. Bunch of rowdy girls in my old neighborhood dragged me into a garage one day, pulled my pants off, and tried it on me. Made a. woman out of me in a hurry. I was ever so mad… told my mother about it and she didn't believe my story!"

Sabrina used her fingers on Pamela's clit until it responded and swelled. It wasn't a sexual thing at all that, Sabrina did. She simply needed an erect clit on Pamela to attach one of the wires to with a metal clamp.

The humming began again, and Pamela yowled and arched her back. The hurt was terrible. Yet it was different, and Pamela could tell the difference.

Despite the pain, or maybe because of it, at her clitoris, she felt herself soaring to intense sexual heights. IC Cook only fifteen seconds for Pamela to squeal in orgasm for the first time. It was only the beginning.

Pamela had no idea how long the current shot into her clit. It seemed like hours. The room was blasted by her screams, but the screams were not all alike at the source. Some were from pain, some were from orgasm, and they often were mixed and jumbled together. She was not even aware of

Sabrina removing the wire. She felt completely wiped out sexually.

Sabrina helped her up off the table, for she was wobbly.

"Good pussycat, Pam! Turned me on, you did.

You're wonderful to torture. Know how many times you came? I counted. Sixteen times. In three minutes. About average. Get your pants on, now,

Pam, and go run find your darling Donna. See you next week, I'll have something exciting and it'll hurt lots."

"Thanks heaps,." said Pamela. But she smiled at

Sabrina. Girl games!

That same week the whippings changed, as ex- pected. Kathy and Heather had come for Pamela one sunny afternoon, and bounced into the room with the vigor so natural to teenage girls. That was what was so exciting about being taken to the whipping suite. A girl never knew when! 1t could happen anytime, morning, noon or evening, and it could happen three days in a row or not for several days. It was whenever a mistress sent a pair of slaves to fetch another girl. Since a girl didn't know when to expect it, it became very exciting.

She didn't have time to contemplate about it as she would if it had been scheduled!

"You're the lucky one, Pam!" said Heather, turning Pamela around for wrist tying. Donna had mixed emotions, half being relief at not being the one, and yet half frustrated because she knew hers was yet to come. Better to get it over with.

There was no denying that the whip produced many strange emotions, and there was no denying that each girl at Avondale knew she required the whip often. But it hurt. It had hurt since the first girl in history had been whipped, and it would hurt until the last girl. Yet, that was the reason for the whip. Whipping would serve no purpose if it didn't hurt a girl.

Pamela smiled at Donna as her elbows were drawn together and bound.

"You'll have to excuse me for a while, girl-wife.

'Pears like it's yowling time for me. Be back soon.

Have the rubbmg lotion ready, will you, luv! By the way, darling, we're almost out of panties and stockings. There's a bunch in the hamper need washing. Will you be a dear while I'm gone and wash 'em out, as well as Jan's? Hers are over t,here on top the dresser, but for Pete's sake, don't get ours mixed up with hers. She was furious last time!"