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Both Heather and Kathy could feel the burning in their clits from sheer naked combat as they smashed fists into each other. If it were possible to see within their sex lips at that moment, one would have found erect and quivering ditorises. l Kathy was.proving too much for Heather. The smaller girl had been knocked down over and over, her lips and nose bleeding badly, her eyes stinging with tears. At last she could not get up, kneeling on all fours, and shaking her head in hurt. Kathy hadn't had enough, however, and pulling the help- less girl up to her feet by her long hair, she sent a final fist into Heather's face. Heather collapsed at

Kathy's feet and like a whipped dog, licked

Kathy's dusty toes.

"I've had enough, Kath. You've hurt me awfully, you know. I can't fight anymore." Heather stood up and put her hands behind her to be tied.

"Got a better idea for you, pussycat," smiled the victor. "Don't think I'll need a rope at all."

Kathy took Heather's long tresses and twisted the bottom into a braid. She pulled down on the hair as far as it would go, forcing Heather's head f straight back, and ran the braid up between the girl's legs. Centering the hair between Heather's sex lips, Kathy pulled it up into the wetness as tightly as possible and tied Heather's wrists in front of her with the barely remaining inches of hair. The braid was so tight that it; disappeared for some length in Heather's pussy. Kathy clapped in glee at f.he workability of her bondage idea.

"You're probably the only chick in history to get pussy cream on her own hair!" laughed Kathy, obviously delighted with her victory. "Well, let's get you back to our camp. How's your screaming ability?"

"You won't get me to tell where our flag is," said

Heather. "By the way, who's your torturers?"

"Pamela and Donna," snapped Kathy, "and they have some fun things planned for you. They'll make you wish you weren't female!"

Kathy tied a rope around EIeather's neck and began the walk back to headquarters, pulling her captive behind. Heather's tie kept her head fully back and she could but look into the sky as she stumbled along.

Pamela and Donna squealed in joy as they saw

Kathy drag Heather towards the barn. Ravan also was on hand as the official referee for the two headquarters and she smiled at Kathy's unique bondage on Heather.

"Marvelous, Kathy!" she exclaimed. "Well done.

The pink team hasn't captured one of your girls yet so you'll have to wait to begin Heather's tortures.

Meanwhile, why don't you amuse yourself with

Heather in the barn. I'll let you know when to begin the questioning."

In the large barn Heather was untied and she was relieved to have her head back in its normal position.

"Well, Pam," said Donna, "we've got some time to kill. Shall we see how good Heather is with her tongue?"

"Big deal," snorted Heather. "All three of you, I suppose. I can eat three pussies without breathing hard."

"Who said anything about. pussies?" smiled

Donna. "I know of a better place!"

Heat.her blanched a pale white. "Oh, no. Not t.here. Never licked a girl there. No way!"

Donna shrugged. "Kathy, guess Heather needs some more beating on. How about some more fist sandwiches?"

"No, wait," pleaded Heather. "Don't let Kath at me again. Damn, can she punch. Don't want to lose my teeth. I'll do it."

"You go first, Kath," said Donna. "After all, you captured her."

Kathy squealed in pleasure and bent herself over a heavy plank work table, spreading her bottom cheeks apart with her hands. Heather gave a soft moan of submission, knelt on the ground behind

Kathy, and sent her tongue to its puckered target.

Maryl came into the barn a short while later.

"Everyone's back. They've captured our Lisa.

She put up ever such a good fight from the looks of her face. She's a good girl. She'll hold out. Ravan says that she'll blow her whistle in five minutes to begin torture, and to tie our captive in position to be ready."

Pamela and Donna had built a heavy, oak- planked X-frame for the captive during the forays in the woods, and Heather was neatly tied spread- eagled to it. The X-frame stood in an upright posi- tion, having been fastened t,o a barn post. Kathy and Maryl sat on a bench to watch, for they were not allowed to assist according to the rules. But they 'could be cheerleaders! They heard Ravan's whistle. The smiles and banter ended, and faces of dedicated seriousness took over as Pamela and

Donna began to work according to their plans. It began with a pair of shears.

"Was hoping it was you we captured," taunted

Pamela. "Mean more to you than any of the others to lose all of your pretty long hair. 'Course you can still keep it if you tell us where your flag is."

There would be no further flippance and com- ments from Heather now that it had started.

Things became too serious for small talk. She said nothing as the shears snapped away, but tears of hurt filled her eyes as she saw her incredible tresses fall to the ground about her feet. There certainly was more than one way to hurt a girl!