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.
'Please… no more. I've had it.' Heather was crying, not from the hurt, but from losing the 'Game' and thus letting down her team,
Pamela, Donna, Kathy and Maryl yelped in glee, and Kathy ran to find Ravan to tell her the game was over. The whites had won!
The miracle of females had not been fully shown during the torture, though it had begun there with courage and dedication and will. The miracle began after the 'Game.' Heather was untied and fell into the arms of Pamela, sobbing and hugging her.
There was no hate on her part. Pamela and Donna both had moist eyes as they kissed and hugged Heather in return, for their admiration and love for the courage of the girl was intense. They loved her very much for what they had had to do to her.
Yet this beautiful emotion of females began again out in the yard as all of the girls on both sides gathered together, Heather and Lisa fell into each other's arms in love and admiration and understanding. They had been pitted against one another in a contest of agony. They had shared.
Their kisses were many upon tear-stained faces. It mattered not which girl had won or lost.
The ultimate act of the nature of females was yet to happen. As the girls headed back to the school building, Heather sat upon a log and put her head in her hands, weeping. Her four teammates would undoubtedly not have much to do with her.
She felt soft hands on her shoulders and warm lips kissing her wet eyes. All four of her teammates were there.
'We love you very much, Heather. Lots and lots! You suffered for us!'
'Thank you, darling. Do you realize how long you were in there? Almost two hours! You're wonderful!'
'We can do that extra month standing on our heads!'
'Hey, bet your hair grows back in just a couple of months!'
'Hey, what's all this sniffling and crying! Let's see a smile… we love you!'
Heather smiled and she cried all the harder. She hurt nowhere right now! She would go Through it all over again for girls like these! She flung her arms around the first soft, curvy body she found.
Yet another chapter had been written in the miraculous story of Avondale.
Chapter Nine
It was November, and because of a month having been cut from their sentence, Pamela and Donna had but a week more at Avondale. The other girls all had longer sentences and would not be leaving for awhile.
It had been a time of joy for them both, and their lives would never be the same again. Most girls in
England would have boys to look forward to, and a few girls might also find the pleasure of another girl, but
