Unknown - Return to Avondale

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 Heather'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 position, 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!

They left only a short nub of hair upon Heather's head, shorter even than a boy.

"Smashing!" said the cheerleaders from their bench. But everyone knew that it would take a while to break Heather. A bottle of wine was passed and cigarettes lit in anticipation of the work to be done.

Various things were tried, but Heather had not uttered a sound. Ravan came in occasionally as she made trips between both headquarters to observe the activity.

"Well, Donna," said Pamela, "let's go to Phase Two and get this fluff to open up. Save poor Lisa as much as we can, y'know!"

"Ever felt cigarettes on your nipples, baby?" said Donna. "You're gonna, if you don't fess up right now. Well?"

Heather spit in Pamela's face. It produced no anger or retaliation from Pamela. She simply nodded to Donna and the two girls calmly put their cigarettes against Heather's pink nipples. The X-frame rattled as Heather fought her ropes, and she hissed like a snake. It was done without haste or carelessness. The girls took calm puffs on their cigarettes and then touched the glowing ends to Heather's nipples time and again. Heather was soaked in sweat.

"Well?" said Donna. Heather spit into both faces. Pamela and Donna were glad. It was a lovely challenge.

Suddenly., all of the girls in the barn heard screaming from the adjoining shed. Heather smiled happily.

"Sounds like your girl is gettin' hurt, you bitches. Good! Hope they skin her alive!"

Pamela and Donna did not try to show it, but Lisa's screams bothered them obviously.

"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.