'Hey, I think I'm a girl,' said Kiki. 'Donna, when you do it to me can I put my hands in your hair, there's really nothing to do with my hands.'
'You do just that, pumpkin,' smiled Donna.
Chapter Eight
The 'Game' was played twice a year. Once in early summer, and again in the fall, both times on warm sunny days, for the 'Game' was played out- doors. The 'Game' came as no surprise to the newer girls, for it was much discussed ahead of time by some of the more senior inmates, and made to sound terribly exciting; It, was definitely the most interesting event of the year.
The 'Game' was similar to the perennial 'capture the flag' game played by children in school grounds and lawns. The rules, of course, had been made much more sophisticated at Avondale, and much, much more adult and erotic. In 'capture the flag' there are two teams, each trying to first find, then obtain, the flag of the other team. That basic format was still used in Pamela's 'Game.' But children would not play by Avondale rules, nor would they understand it.
The 'Game' was really quite simple. The ten girls would be divided into two teams of five each.
One team had their. headquarters in the old school barn at the rear of the main building, and the other team was headquartered in a shed which adjoined the barn. The playing field was all of Avondale's eight acres of grounds and ten acres of woods.
Each team hid their flag in a secretive place some- where on the grounds, and the game ended when one team captured the other team's flag, of course.
Two girls on each team remained at their head- quarters. They were known as the 'torturers.' The other three girls on each team were known as the
'soldiers' and they went out into the woods and grounds with a distinct purpose. Their job was to try and find a soldier of the opposite team, to fight her, bind her, and bring her back to headquarters.
Naturally they tried to avoid capture themselves, either by careful stalking in the woods, or by being able to beat an enemy soldier in the ensuing fight if contact was made. Girls on one team wore only white panties, while girls on the other wore pink pants to eliminate confusion. Teams were chosen weeks ahead of time, and pep rallies were held as well as bulletin board signs made, promising victory by the 'pink pants' over the 'white pants' and vice versa, Allegiance was at an extreme, members of one team often taunting members of the other team in the hallways for days before the
'Game' was scheduled, and promising total victory. But it was all in fun, and the girls were still the best of friends and slept with each other, naturally.
When a soldier was captured by an opposing soldier and brought back to headquarters, the torturers took over. Their job, of course, was to force t,he captive to reveal where the team flag was secreted. The torturers had free reign, and nothing was forbidden in their attempt to make the captive talk.
There was an incentive, naturally. The winning team would have their penal term at Avondale reduced by one month! This was indeed a significant reward, for although Avondale inmates learned to accept the whippings, the punishments and the confinements within the walls, they all longed to get home. At home were parents, loved ones, boys, movies, TV, dates, cars and freedom to choose whether or not they wished to be slaves.
Few would deny that Avondale had turned them into sensuous young women, and had taught them the pleasures of punishment and the delights of lesbian love. Few would regret their experiences and, to a girl, they would be thankful that Avon- dale had shown them a whole new way of life for their futures and had opened up untold erotic pleasures. They would be the elite of young womanhood. Yet, six or eight or ten months had accomplished this probably, and the remaining sentence was quite redundant and frustrating. A month of early release was Utopia!
To this end, the torturers represented hope for all the other girls on their team and they would try their best to wring a confession out of their victim.
Their team members depended on them! On the other side of the coin, a captive would do her best to withstand all that was done to her, for to 'talk' was to let her team down and subject them to an extra month of servitude! Her teammates would not forgive her!
The philosophy of the 'Game' was purposeful under Avondale's training guidelines, and was played for a reason. The 'Game' taught the girls to learn to torture other girls without sympathy, thereby developing a necessary cruel sadism as part of their total personality. It also taught the girls a dedicated allegiance and responsibility to their teammates and thus to try and withstand the worst of tortures on their behalf. Lastly, it taught the girls to do their utmost to avoid capture and the resulting agony, by learning to fight in hand to hand combat with an 'enemy' girl and doing one's best to use their fists to beat the other girl to the ground. To capture was much less painful than to be captured!
Over the years various headmistresses of Avondale had added new rules to make the 'Game' more interesting. As it stood now, little could be added to improve upon it. The girls no longer wore their rings in the game, for they would only interfere with the torture ideas of purely naked bodies.
Additionally now, only one enemy soldier was re- quired to be captured by each side. The soldiers stayed out until one of the enemy was taken prisoner. When one on each side had been captured the other soldiers came back to headquarters to watch the torture. It was now a rule that the torture of one soldier could not begin until it began on her opposite player. In this manner then, no team could get a headstart on the other, and the game was simply then a torture contest in opposing headquarters, starting at the same moment.
The placing of opposing headquarters in adjacent barns with open windows was not by accident but by design — for each team could then clearly hear the screams of their own team member under torture, urging them of course to greater and swifter efforts on their own captive! The game could end swiftly, or it could go on for great lengths of time, depending on the courage and dedication of the victims. For the most part, the games did not end quickly, for the resolve on the part of the victims was quite intense considering what winning the game meant to her and her team- mates who trusted her so. There had been times when the torture had gone on into the evening and night' but normally an hour or so would break the average girl.
The tortures permitted thus on these twice-a- year occasions were far beyond what, the girls accepted as part of training in Avondale, and that was why the game was played only these two times each year. They were not enjoyable for the hapless captive, and no girl wished to be taken prisoner by any means! This led to frantic and terrible fights in the woods when two opposite soldiers met, and often the damage was great. For only these two times a year, the girls on opposing teams were not friends. The reward was just too great. Yet, the next day, because of the beautiful training of love they had learned at Avondale, the 'Game' was forgotten by the losers as well as the winners. In fact, it was tradition that a tortured girl would sleep with her torturer for several days in order to renew their love and affection, and usually even on the first night the two loved and kissed in complete forgiveness. Each understood the rules of the 'Game' and if their roles had been reversed, the hurt girl would have done the same to the other in eager enthusiasm and skill. Many times when the torturer had fallen into bed with the girl she had hurt so terribly that very day, she cried for what she had done. That was the peculiar nature of females, yet during the passion of torture, a female becomes aroused by hurting another girl and could go to endless lengths and for endless hours of self-pleasure. Girls understood this in each other; accepted it and expected it totally from each other.
It was, of course, the Ultimate Feminine Game of all time, for it pitted the will of one female against another. In a sense, it had been played a million times since the beginning of man in various and diverse ways by females of all times and all lands. The script was timeless. It had been played in the dark jungles of Africa where dusky girls had been tied to trees and tortured by females of an enemy tribe in retribution. It had been played in the dark middle ages in dungeons and inquisitions where young women were tortured by other young women, selected because a female was better suited and more skilled at wringing confessions from another female. It had been played in Victorian times when sophisticated ladies were publicly flogged by a female magistrate or acolyte.
It had been played in modern times in college sorority houses in many nations, where innocent young- pledges were stripped and whaled with leather paddles on virginal bottoms until they agreed to submit to sexual
