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The ten girls had been called to Ravan's office, and they knew immediately that something was amiss. Rarely were all the girls gathered together in Ravan's office, and minor problems were usually corrected by the mistresses' application of a whistling cat across a girl's panty.

Ravan looked very stern, a manner not often seen by any of the girls.

"To be brief," she spoke, "mistress Jan has had her watch stolen."

A murmur of disbelief came forth from several mouths.

"I've called you here obviously to give one of you the chance to make a clean breast of it. Crimes here are forgiven if the girl is big enough to admit it. Of course, a significant punishment is also involved, but then the incident is forgotten. If no one con- fesses, and we find out who did it on our own investigation, the culprit is removed from here and sent to Danmoor Woman's Prison in Stratford for her original sentence. I simply will not tolerate dis- honesty here, considering the favor you have been shown by being sent here rather than prison. I will ask you now which one of you took mistress Jan's watch. Before you answer, I will tell you the punishment involved. You have one of two choices.

You may elect to be sent to Danmoor, or you will have your pussy sewn together in front of all the other girls, and left that way for twenty-four hours. Yes, I hear your gasps, it is a terrible punishment indeed. But so is the reverting to your old bad habits after all of our love and considerate training! Now, who did it"."

The silence was deafening, and disappointing.

All of the girls knew that one of them had done it, and were ashamed that the guilty one did not have the courage to confess.

"Very well You may return to your rooms," said Ravan with a sigh.

It was that evening when Pamela found the watch by accident in Donna's cosmetic case. She wanted to borrow a lipstick and found the watch tucked neatly under a comb and brush set. Pamela was stunned. Donna was swimming.

"Oh, Donna. Oh, darling. Why?" she said aloud.

Pamela sat on the bed and wept for the first time since she had been at Avondale. The whips had made her cry, naturally, as they did all girls, but she had not wept in mental hurt before. It was an hour of mental anguish.

As Pamela left the room, she passed Donna in the doorway just coming in. Pamela's face was wet with tears, and she held Donna and gave her a special kiss on the mouth.

"Ooooh, a special one! Mmmm," said Donna.

"Hey, you're crying, hon. What's the matter?"

Pamela did not answer, but continued on her way to Ravan's office.

Ravan stood up when Pamela entered. Pamela put the watch on her desk.

"I'm so sorry, Ravan. I don't know what made me do it. Punish me."

Ravan smiled and kissed her lips softly.

"I'm rather proud of you, Pamela. It would have been better if you had said so when all of you were here earlier. Yet I can understand how a girl must feel when she knows what the punishment is. It does take courage. But you are here, and I can see that you have been crying, so obviously you are sorry for what you did. The punishment, will he given now, by me, but then the incident will be for- gotten. Your mother will not be told of this crime.

Go get the other girls and bring them all to the library,"

"Yes, Ravan."

Pamela was tied naked upon the center library table, her hands and feet bound to the four corners.

The other girls stood around all sides of the table.

Donna was white-faced and tears welled in her eyes. She had never felt so ashamed in her life.

When she saw the long, heavy needle and thread she gasped, and she grabbed Pamela's arm to speak out. Pamela looked at her and shook her head negatively. Tears rolled down Donna's cheeks. She was ashamed at her lack of courage.

She didn't deserve Pamela!

Ravan sent the needle through Pamela's sex lip and drew the heavy thread through, before cross- ing it with an opposite stitch. Pamela's fists clenched, and her wrists tugged at her bonds, but she did not make a sound. She would not make a baby of herself in front of all the girls. The second criss-cross stitch had now sealed the lower inch of Pamela's vagina.

"Stop!" shrieked Donna. "Ravan, I did it!"

Tears poured from her eyes.

There was a stunned silence in the room.

No one spoke, but all felt, their hearts beating faster. What had just been witnessed in this room was a love story far beyond the writings of Shakespeare, Keats and Shelley. It was a love story of immeasurable beauty.

Such love stories between females were not rare down through the centuries. But they did exceed any love story between a man and a woman. The intensity and the dedication between females was an unsolved mystery. Many had died for another woman. Many, like Pamela, had made sacrifices of agony and pain for the love of a girl. Ruth, the..Christian martyr, had saved a girl from Roman rape by confessing, falsely, to an incident and submitting to ravishment for two days and two nights in public. Therina, an Arabian princess who had fallen in love with one of her little slave girls, took the blame for the girl's wounding of a visiting dignitary by concealing the bloody knife in her own room, and was given three hundred lashes in public. The stories went on and on, yet none was any greater than what had just happened in the library at Avondale.

Ravan herself was stunned. She had witnessed this very thing many times before, and it came as no utter surprise. Yet, each time she was stunned anew by the ultimate sacrifice one girl would make for another. It left her breathless.

She carefully removed the thread from Pamela and asked Donna to replace her on the table.

Pamela was crying now, too, for in turn, she realized the extent of Donna's love for her, just as

Donna had felt it. If Donna had stood mute their love might never be the same. But now, their love would last forever!

"Please, Ravan," she wept, "may I be excused from watching?"

Ravan knew the extent of the emotions being portrayed in this scene of love. To have insisted that Pamela watch now, would be utterly cruel and heartless.

".Of course, dear… and we all admire you very much." The other girls, and even Jan, licked and kissed her sniffling face, and hugged her before she left.

Donna, about to be sewn, presented a face of tranquility and beauty. The pain would not matter for, like an ancient Christian girl, her love and her confession had made her commitment desirable.

Her love of Pamela and the magnificent feeling of pride in herself for confessing had brought her to soaring heights of peace and soul-cleansing. She felt alive!

"Do not tie me, Ravan. For allowing my loved one to suffer for my lack of courage, I would like to accept it unbound. I will not interfere or move. In fact, I will watch you do it."

Ravan smiled and shook her head. Would the wonders of girls never cease!

"I believe also that you should ask for it,Donna," said Ravan.

"Sew my pussy together, Ravan," said Donna in a clear and strong voice.."Use as many threads as you like."

It took only ten cross-stitches to close Donna's pussy, and the girl had been true to her word. She sat up on the table as Ravan sewed her and watched every stitch go in.'She had uttered no sound of any kind" but several times she had closed her eyes briefly to cover the tears that were about to fall.

The other girls were silent in complete awe and admiration.

When Ravan had finished, Donna swung from t,he table without looking again at her ravaged sex lips, and pulled on her panties. She did not walk to her room. She ran, to be with her darling Pamela.

There the two girls held each other close for hours. No words were spoken, for none needed to be. No thought was given to lovemaking or kissing, for what had transpired between them was beyond physical ministrations. It was enough just to hold each other and feel each other's love flowing between them.