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Miss Pamela McNee had reached an important level, as all Avondale girls eventually did. It was the unique and beautiful world of sexual maso- chism and sadism. Either philosophy and condi- tion would please her from this day on. She could be excited from being hurt. She could be excited from watching another girl hurt. Only one area re- mained virginal to Miss Pamela McNee, age seven- teen. To receive pleasure from hurting another girl herself! It would come soon. Avondale made sure.

Donna was using the strap-on, and Pamela thrashed and squealed under her thrust.s. Sandy and Ginny came bounding into the room.

"Oh, look, Gin, Pam's fucking her little wife.

How sweet!"

"Hi, Sandy and Ginny," said Pamela.

"Ooooh, she takes every inch, doesn't she!" exclaimed Sandy. "She's a smashing bit, isn't: she

… look how she has her legs wrapped around you.

Must be nice to be in love. Gin and I may get mar- ried too, someday."

"Sure she takes it all," said Pamela. "She's just a beautiful thing, she is! What's up?"

"Wanna play girl-tie?"

"Sure! Just let me finish her off first."

All of the girls played "girl-tie." It was played in a room in the basement. The room had been called the "Pink Room" in the old days because of its soft pink pastel walls and carpeting designed to create a total feminine decor. The Pink Room had been used for more serious bondage and punishments during the more advanced training of young ladies.

It was, in effect, a warm lovely dungeon of. sorts without the drawbacks of stone and granite. The room had contained dozens of devices designed to draw the ultimate screams of girls. During the early twenties the Pink Room was shorn of its things, the powers of Avondale having decided that such sophisticated punishments should be conducted in the nurse's lab, by a nurse well trained in both the intricacies of hurting young ladies and in the medical knowledge of just what they could accept without lasting damage.

Most of the hooks, rings, bars, posts and other tying items had been left, however, and modern trainees found the Pink Room perfect for playing

girl games. "Girl-tie" had been played for decades.

It was fun, and it could be played by any number of girls from two on up. The rules were simple. Each girl had one turn at tying any other girl of her choice in any manner she desired. When each had had her turn, the girls decided which one had done the most exciting or unusual or painful bondage idea. Each girl thus tried to think of something unique, for there was an incentive to win the game.

The winner could choose any one of the other con- testants, and the chosen girl had to eat her dinner that night, in the dining room with her hands tied behind her. Obviously the other girls at dinner enjoyed the spectacle of the poor creature thrust- ing her messy face into mashed potatoes and soup!

All in all, it was lots of fun.

Ginny's idea was simply elegant, and she had taken the last turn, using Donna as her subject.

The girls had removed their rings before coming downstairs, for the rules of the game required that.

Five rings in a girl made too many easy places to tie her by, and thwarted original ideas. Girls must be naturally nude and ringless.

Pamela had tied Sandy onto a wooden sawhorse, and despite the discomforting hurt to the girl's pussy, it was not really a new idea. Donna had strung Ginny up by one thumb and one big toe from the ceiling and felt that her idea might possibly have a chance of winning. But it was agreed in the end that Ginny's subjection of Donna was the best idea.

Ginny had tied Donna's hands behind her and had then tied a ceiling rope to the wrist rope. This was pulled upwards raising Donna's arms up in back until she was painfully bent forward on her toss. Ginny had then tied cords between Donna's nipples and her big toes, right to right, left to left.

These cords were pulled taut until Donna's nipples were agonizingly stretched. It was a very clever idea, admitted particularly by Donna.

"Crikey," said Donna, "super idea, Gin! If I bend forward to ease the pulling of my nips, my arms go higher in back and hurt like heck. If I try and straighten up to keep my poor arms from breaking, my nips get pulled off, or at least get stretched to heaven knows! Cor! Hate to be left like this for a few hours. I think I'd run out of screams and walk away with the world's longest nipples to boot! I think you win, darling!"

The others had agreed.

"Well, Donna, since you were so nice, and made such a good subject, how would you like to eat dinner messy-face style tonight?" said Ginny.

"Love to. Just get me down! Cor!"

"How about a swim?" said Ginny to Pamela and

Sandy. "We're already in our birthday suits."

"Great! Let's go," said Pamela.

"Hey, how 'bout me?" wailed Donna.

"Don't worry, punkin," laughed Ginny. "Nip- ples are amazing things, y'know. Besides, just think how super you'll look in London when you wear a T-shirt or tank top over three-inch nipples!

May have to cut little holes in your shirts for 'em.