Return to Avondale

Chapter Two

"You'll see the other slaves tomorrow," said

Jan. "They're in their rooms studying tonight. I don't mean studying books, I mean studying how to be better slaves. Their mistresses are teaching them, so you'll probably hear some delightful sounds! Now, strip and take a shower together.

And soap each other as Ravan pointed out. Every last place. Put on what you have been told to wear, and I will return in an hour to begin your training."

The door clicked shut, and within the room one could hear the proverbial pin drop.

"Well?" said Pamela.

"Well?" said Donna.

"Do we head for the windows or do we play girl games in the shower?" laughed Pamela.

Donna looked at the barred windows, and re- turned the laugh.

"Unless you.have a hacksaw, hon, we play girl games in the shower!"

Pamela reached across and began to unbutton Donna's blouse. When the last button was released she peeled the garment back, baring Donna's breasts. The firm mounds were beautiful, despite being flecked from the punishment bra. Pamela shivered briefly as a brand new emotion reared itself within her. She had never stripped a girl before and she found the moment rather exciting.

Why deny it?

"Crikey, you've got super tits, Donna," she said.

"Geez, I feel all funny. Want to do me?"

Donna returned the favor and unbuttoned Pamela.

"Look who's talking!" laughed Donna. "Some set of knockers you have!"

The shower was delightful after the long day.

There was no hesitation as the girls passed the bar of soap back and forth between them Their hands rubbed and smeared the foamy suds on each other with eagerness and both felt the intense stimulation generated by this activity. Ravan's words were most apparent, It was a natural thing! The feel of a slippery, soapy girl was unbelievable!

Busy hands soaped slippery breasts longer than necessary, but breasts felt so… beautiful. Lather- coated fingers ran between the deep bottom cheeks to the puckered orifice, then foamed the silken hair at their sex and the warm lips within. Pamela and Donna knew cleanliness and let their soap-laden fingers probe deep within each other. There was no point in playing puritan games and pretending nonchalance. Their gasps were loud and very hon- est. Pamela shook her hair and squealed at the. fantastic realization of what was happening. Here was a chick she only knew for a few hours and they had soapy fingers in each other!

They washed each other's legs and feet, and necks and armpits, before turning off the shower.

Neither moved to get out of the stall. They just ' looked at each other. It wasn't important as to who moved first, in fact, they probably moved together.

Their mouths met softly and held, Pamela felt Donna's arms go around her wet back, and she encircled her as well, her hands grasping the upper swells of the girl's lovely bottom. The kiss was very long, and at the end, their tongues met nicely.

Pamela dried herself with a fluffy towel, her mind in a dizzy state of shock and pleasure at her new discovery. The wetness between her legs was unbelievable! She felt clean and fresh and excited and alive! It was not necessary to say anything to each other. It would have only spoiled things probably. The silent message was there, bet,ween them, and they both received it loud and clear. Let what will be, be, Let nature have its way.

There was nothing so feminine to a girl than the feel of fresh nylon panties, garter belt, and sleek nylon stockings. And high heels. Particularly high heels! They put about four years on a girl's age with their wearing, and turned even average legs into things of beauty. A girl's legs were longer, slimmer, sexier in heels, and who could deny the sensuous sound they made when clicking down s hallway in an office building!

Donna and Pamela felt ultra-feminine when dressed.

Donna laughed nicely. "Wowee! Do you look smashing, hon!"

"Wouldn't kick you out of bed, either.'" smiled Pamela. "You are cute, Miss Carson!"

"Thank you, Miss McNee," said Donna, loving the game. "Feel like I'm only half dressed though.This is it?"

"That's it, until our parole, I guess," said Pamela.

"Cor," laughed Donna. "Bare boobs and our fur showing through our pants all day. And ten of us yet! No wonder girls get turned on by each other here! But y'know? I think it's terribly exciting!

'Magine being bare breasted for six months, Like in the jungle! Probably won't ever want to put on a bra or a blouse again. Mother simply won't understand!"

Pamela laughed. Donna was such fun to be with!

Jan returned shortly wearing a stunning white 'halter and shorts set, and Donna made a soft wolf whistle to Pamela. The latter smiled and winked.

Donna always seemed to say or do the right thing at the right time!

"Well, Miss Pink Pants and Miss White Pants, did you enjoy your shower together?" teased Jan.

"Yes, mistress," said Donna.

"Girls feel nice when they're all wet and slippery, don't they?"

It didn't require an answer.

"Fun and games are over for awhile, fluffs," said Jan with sudden seriousness. "We'll try a little thumb-hanging for an hour or two, and then I think you'll be ready to show me how much you… appreciate me."

"Thumb-hanging!" exclaimed Pamela. "You've gotta be kidding! That went out with the Inquisition!"

"Did they hang girls by the thumbs in the Inquisition?" asked Jan.

"Guess so," said Donna.

"Are you girls?" asked Jan.

"Yes."

"Do you have thumbs?"

"Yes."

"Well?" smiled Jan.

"Geez!" gasped Donna. "She means it!"

"Look, Jan… I'm sorry… I mean, mistress

Jan… you don't have to do that to us," said Pamela. "We're not kindergarten kids and we know the score. We'll go down on you if you want."

Jan's hand bounced off of Pamela's face, bringing tears to her eyes.

"Go down on me?" she yelled. "What kind of baby talk is that? Say it right, bitch!"

Jan's words stung and Pamela blushed.

"We'll suck your pussy, mistress. But look, you don't have to string us up, do you?"

"You're damn right you will! Whenever I say 'eat' you'll eat! Stringing you up has nothing to do with it at all. This isn't a country day school for kids, you know. You're here to be punished, and that you will be. In a few days, hanging by your thumbs will be third-grade stuff to you! Now stick out, your thumbs. I don't want to hear another word."

Joke time was indeed over, and the girls knew it!

They offered their hands to Jan's cords. She tied them with loops and threw the length of the cords over the heavy ring which hung on the end of the ceiling chain. Jan secured the cords to the ring and flipped a wall switch. Pamela and Donna rose slowly into the air until they swung free of the carpet, their bodies flat against each other, Their shoes fell off with a clatter.

Donna just gasped. Pamela said, "Geez." Jan left.

How can one portray the first utter and total shock of strict bondage? At first, it is supposed, it must feel unreal to a girl Then she knows it is very real! Neither said a word for some time. They had imagined that such torture would probably break their thumbs. But it didn't. The pain and discomfort were there, and it was intense at first, but as the minutes ticked by, somehow a girl acclimated herself to such things. Indeed, girls had acclimated themselves to such things since time began. The mystery of girls is yet to be solved.

Sweat began to trickle along the armpits of Pamela and Donna, and their normally full and curving breasts were now flat and tight against each other's! Pamela felt Donna's nipples harden against her own, and in response, her own erected.

"Hurt?" said Donna.

"A little."

"This is stupid," said Donna. "Here I am strung up like a medieval witch. I should be yellin' my head off but no, not Donna, my nipples are all long and sexy like I enjoyed this bit!"

"You think mine aren't?" laughed Pamela.

"Maybe girls just like this kinky stuff!"

"Anyway," said Donna, "it's nice to feel you against me. Takes away some of the hurting."

"Feeling is mutual, honey," replied Pamela.

"Does seem easier when we share it together. Hope we always get punished together."

"I'd like that, Pam."

An hour dragged by without, a sign of Jan. The girls found that it was much easier not to squirm or move, but,just to hang quietly.

"Wanna kiss a little?" asked Donna. "Maybe it'll take our mind off this bloody thing."

"We can try it," said Pamela.

The kissing did help, but it also caused some other problems.

"Hey," said Pamela, "my pants are gettin' wet from kissing you, girl. Maybe we better ease off and cool it!"

"I know. I can feel you down there," said Donna.

"Right you are, Pam. We'll just get ourselves all in a lather."

In the long run, it was better to do nothing. Idle chatter for awhile was helpful, but that soon ran out too, and thus the two girls followed the pat,tern of a thousand girls before them. They hung silently and naturally from their cords. The Romans knew it and the Egyptians knew it. Girls could hang for- ever if required, such was the mystery of a female.

History made no difference, or age of a female as well. Babylonian females hung by their thumbs in silken skirts. London birds of 1972 hung in skin- tight panties and stockings. Girls had not changed, only the clothes.

Pamela and Donna hung for three hours before their mistress returned. Jan found what she had expected on their faces. The flippancy and humor were gone, replaced with a strained reality, and the observable signs of submission. The first real truth was there, unmistakably, in their eyes. They knew that they were indeed slaves, regardless of the time in history.

Jan was pleased, but not surprised. Girls were all the same. That's what made them so deliciously beautiful and desirable. She ran her hands tenderly over both moist silken backs, and felt the slight tremors of pleasure that her caresses had caused in the girls. Girls responded so wonderfully to girls.

After the hours of bondage, her touches had been like an oasis to Pamela and Donna, and Jan had heard the faint "ohhhh" from both throats. If a girl was past puberty, she could be played like a violin by another female, and be made to do most anything desired. Girls could resist men until the death, but they could not resist each other, the simple reason being, of course, that they did not want to! Right now, Pamela and Donna could be played like a symphony, the bondage and the hurt being the arrangement. Jan smiled at this strange and delightful uniqueness of females. Under the worst of torture a female could not be broken by a man.

Yet, the soft touch, or kiss, of another female could send her to her knees!

Jan had her Polaroid and snapped several photos of Pamela and Donna hanging by their thumbs in joint discomfort. It would be the first of many sent to their mothers during the six months spent at Avondale.

There was one rewarding feature of hanging by the thumbs for several hours. It felt delightful to be let down! Pamela and Donna also learned an elementary lesson in relationships with t,heir mis- tress; one which girls had learned for centuries. No matter how hateful one might feel towards a mis- tress for putting her in discomforting bondage, the same mistress was showered with gratitude and love for finally releasing her. The utter relief from the pain and hurt removed all traces of bitterness and replaced it with respect and gratitude for eliminating that hurt. It was a formula as old as the ages, and it was a mathematical equation of unerring reliability. Pamela and Donna were now in- stilled with a much more fervent dedication towards Jan than if she had not hurt them. She who giveth also taketh away. Jan's status was now all important. She was everything to Pamela and Donna, for she held their fate in every way possible. Indeed, it was of course the reason Jan had strung them up as she had done so many others in the past. The lesson must be learned. The punishment and training of girls was not a haphazard thing. There was a reason for everything, naturally.

Thus, when Jan led the two to the bed, it re- quired no pulling. Pamela and Donna knew the score. Yet, it was their first time and the emotion it brought was akin to the first time with a are double virgins, and have their chastity taken from them once each by a male and female. The girls were most aware of this virginity with an- other female and the knowledge of what was about to happen was rather exciting, as it would be to any girl.

For Pamela, the anticipation was even more pronounced than it had been the first time with a boy.

Then, it had been a passionate romp in the parlor after a movie. It had been nice, but quick and un- satisfying. Later episodes with boys had proved more fulfilling. Her present situation was much different, and much more stimulating, for in every sense of the word she was a sex slave to this blonde mistress called Jan. While it was not quite rape, it was nearly so, for if she refused she would be made to do so under punishment: Besides, she had hung by her thumbs for a long time thinking about what was going to happen. Anticipation was ninety per- cent of anything! Twenty-four hours ago Pamela was not even thinking about girls, or the sex- ual connotation therein, but her world had been changed quickly. Yet, she rather liked this new world, for like most girls she often thought about how another girl would feel t,o her. Few girls don't.

The love affair always lurks within every girl, but some do not fulfill it, and regret it.

The two watched breathlessly as Jan disrobed.

Jan was all woman! She was luscious. She was the type of female that immediately appealed to both men and women, and it was doubtful that even the most conservative young girl could resist her body for long. Pamela's tongue licked her lips, not from a want or desire, but purely from a habit she had whenever she liked something. Jan was pure sex.

Even her undressing had beauty to it.

Donna shared Pamela's thoughts exactly. She knew that at Avondale she would soon be obliged to be lesbian, and visualized all sorts of husky crude women to satisfy. When Jan had picked her up at her home, she had nearly squealed in relief.

The first lesbian experience is so important to a girl. It can shape all future such activity, and if the first is with a beautiful creature, such as Jan, the possibilities were limitless. Ravan knew this well, and her five mistresses were quite lovely. Lesbianism at Avondale was not punishment, it was an opening of a door to the girls, who would forever be thankful. It made all the rest worthwhile.

Jan lay sprawled on the bed, legs beautifully apart. and at that moment one delightful part of her was like a beacon.

"Eat!" she said. It was a simple word, but it said everything. It was not a word of endearment or a request to make love together. It was a command, devoid of all tenderness and misunderstanding.

Yet, both Pamela and Donna knew why it had to be that way. One did not make love with a mistress.

One made love to a mistress. The return of her tongue was something not to be asked for… ever.

But it was, and would be. a constant hope, that may or may not come. It would burn and burn in intensity, but could never be assumed or requested.

If and when it did come, the sky would explode in galaxy of unbelievable fulfillment!

The word had not been said by Jan as a sadistic bark. If it had, it would not have had the effect it did on Pamela. It had been said in the same man- near of command as if the order were to pick up a book or close a window, and it immediately conveyed the message that such things were common and normal for an Avondale girl to do to her mis- tress. It was not an erotic moment or a significant adventure at Avondale. It was just a normal occurrence that happened daily, perhaps several times daily. This was exactly the reason that Jan had said it that way. She knew that Pamela and Donna were girl-virgin, but she wanted to reduce this activity to a natural, common activity that was expected and given without fanfare or highlight.

Girls just simply ate their mistresses all there was to it!

Pamela lowered herself to Jan. She had never made love to a girl, but even she knew that.one didn't partake of the main course before the hors d'neuvres. She put her arms tenderly around Jan and kissed her warmly on the mouth. It was her first girl-kiss and it was tingly. Jan's arms went around Pamela, not as a return of affection, for mistresses didn't return such things with new girls. It was just a normal reaction for any female when kissed by another, and it was more or less in- voluntary. Pamela tasted next the nipples, and was excited to feel them erect from her activity.

It made her feel at least adequate to the task on her first venture. Pamela's face lowered and her thoughts raced with realization of what she was about to do for the first time. Then she was there, licking, kissing, plunging.

The receipt of Pamela's tongue was nothing new for Jan. She had felt girl-tongue hundreds of times.

Yet, there was always something sensual about a new girl's first time, and her lack of expertise was more than compensated by the erotic knowledge that it was a virginal experience. For Jan, a new girl-virgin was terribly arousing and she responded most thoroughly to Pamela's efforts. Pamela was pleased that Jan had begun to squirm and to be- come very wet. When Jan's hands tangled themselves in her hair, Pamela was thrilled. She was actually doing it! She was pleasing this experienced woman on her very first try! It was like a student pleasing a master virtuoso. Pamela squealed in delight as Jan lurched and moaned in orgasm. She arose, wiped her wet mouth, and stood very proudly to watch Donna repeat the scene.

Pamela received almost as much excitement from watching Donna as she had from doing it herself, and was thrilled for Donna when she too brought Jan over the brink. Jan once again, when

Donna had finished, picked up her camera and had the two girls take photos of each other licking her sex. Pamela and Donna knew where these photos were going as well, and cringed in embarrassment;

Perhaps the letters would get lost en route! No.

They would get home.

Jan began to put on her clothes and smiled at the cute smugness on the faces of her slaves.

"You look like two satisfied cats," she said. "Big deal. So you think you're hot stuff 'cause you made me come? Hell, any girl can make another girl climax. You're nothing at this point. You're always … hell… you're not even that yet. You have to earn the right to be called good slaves, and to be called women! You don't even know what being a woman is yet. But you will. I'll let you know when you've earned that title!"

Pamela and Donna blushed from the tongue-lashing, their self-satisfaction down the drain.

"By the time you've gotten me off maybe a hundred times you'll learn how t,o do it right, hope- fully, and make me last ten minutes or longer. You don't wolf down a meal like you just did, you eat it with pleasure and patience. Right now, you haven't even been whipped yet. You're not even girls yet. Know what you are? To me you're just a pair of cunts! Now get down on your knees and tell me what you are!"

Pamela, and Donna did just that, using Jan's choice word to describe themselves. It wasn't easy, and brought a tingle to pink cheeks.

"O.K. I can see you're wet. So get it going in bed together," said Jan. "But get some sleep. You'll need it, believe me." The door slammed behind her.

"Wow," said Donna, "right temper she has and all that!" She put her arms around Pamela.

"It was nice though, wasn't it, hon?" purred

Pamela. "Girls taste good. Well, baby, I think we're in for all get out tomorrow. Let's hit the bed."

The light was switched off and the two climbed into the narrow bed.

"Crikey," said Pamela, "only way we can fit in here is to put our arms around each other!"

"Well… what's wrong with that, Pam?"

"Nothing." They embraced each other, and the room fell silent.

"Donna?"

"Yes?"

"How can a girl get to sleep when she's got a warm wonderful friend in her arms? I mean… you're all curvy and warm and kinda wet."

"Same thing just occurred to me," laughed Donna.

"Well… we could do something about it," whispered Pamela.

"Like this?" Donna kissed Pamela on the mouth.

"I think we'll fall in love sooner or later, darling," said Pamela.

"Let's make it sooner," said Donna nibbling

Pamela's ear.

For the next hour the room echoed only two sounds. The ticking of the alarm clock, and tender girl-noise.

Pamela and Donna awoke in the morning with a delightfully new outlook on females! When Jan came bouncing in wearing white shorts and T-shirt the girls looked at her in a far different way than they would have twenty-four hours earlier. They had showered and put on fresh panties and stockings.

"Good morning, slaves," said Jan. It was said cheerfully.

"Good morning, mistress," came a chorus of two. Today the words came so easily it surprised them.

"Off to the nurse to get your rings. Then you'll meet the other slaves. They're cute. You'll like them." Jan was in a very good mood it seemed.

The rings! They knew of the rings of Avondale.

It had all sunk in yesterday and was expected.

They had talked about it in bed between delicious tastes of each other.

Jan led the girls to the medical lab and turned them over to the nurse before leaving.

"Hello, I'm Sabrina," said the nurse. Pamela and Donna said nothing. They were having trouble taking Sabrina in.

The girl was deep brunette, with long hair, perhaps twenty-six. Her nurses' uniform was quite more than had been expected by the girls, but after last night, very delightful indeed. The top was form-fitting, and by the two pinkish spots, it was very obvious that there was no bra underneath.

The little skirt was just that. Little. It came down only as far as the bottom of Sabrina's white panties, if that. The strip of panty that swung between her legs was not covered at all. She was a study in exciting white. Yesterday Sabrina would have received a glance from the girls. Today, a thorough assessment!

"O.K., let's get to it," said Sabrina pleasantly.

"Take your pants off, and… Pamela… you're first. Up on the table, hon."

Pamela assumed her position on the table, lying flat. Sabrina tied her wrists and arms to bolts at the four corners. Pamela once again was rather stunned by the pure acceptance of bondage at

Avondale. It was put on just like a coat would be at home, and because it was, it became so much easier for a girl to acclimate herself to. Yet, it was stunning, in a way, to know that this lovely nurse had bound her and was about to put rings in her as merely her oft-repeated job! As Sabrina had tied her, she had told the girls about her husband and three young children, and her involvement in community and church affairs.

Pamela's thoughts were once again muddled.

How could such a lovely nurse, and devoted family woman, calmly tie and ring girls? Unless, once again, such things were indeed beneficial for girls.

Pamela was beginning to believe that perhaps it just might be so.

"Before I came," said Sabrina, "they used to have straps on this table, but I thought that that was rather unfeminine and medical looking. Ropes are much nicer looking on a girl, and much sexier."

There it was again. Lovely married nurse, nice children, yet totally into girls as a natural and accepted thing. Pamela was beginning to learn more and more about this delightful attraction be- tween females, all the time! The halls of Avondale had smiled with pleasure upon it for over a century. It was the utter normalcy of it that aroused Pamela.

"You'll take five rings," said Sabrina in a matter- of-fact voice. "One in each nipple, one in the nose, and one in each pussy lip. Don't want anesthetic, do you, darling? Haven't had a fluff ask for it since a year ago."

"Geez!" said Pamela.

"Sorry, hon, what did you say?"

"I said, geez. I knew to expect the nipple-rings, but the others! Geez!"

Sabrina laughed. "Didn't Jan tell you then?

She's a tease, she is. Well, up until ten years ago nipple-rings were all that were put into a girl, but Ravan decided, correctly I might add, that modern girls should be able to accept them easily. After all, Pamela, Roman and Greek girls took five rings or more, you know. Are you not as good as they?"

"I guess so," said Pamela. "Have you had… all those rings?"

"Sure. I loved 'em too. You'll feel different when you see them in you and get used to them. You'll never be a woman until you're ringed, you know.

Well, we'll start with those precious nipples of yours, okay?"

"O.K.," said Pamela. "Might as well start some- where. Go!"

Sabrina took a long hypo-type tool from its berth in an alcohol bottle, and laid it next to Pamela. Her hands gently played with Pamela's breasts. Yet again the philosophy of girls was driven home to Pamela. When one had a bound girl in front of her, you simply played with her breasts. That's what they were there for, and when one thought about it, why not? It felt nice to both girls, didn't it?

Pamela uttered a little gasp as the tool pierced her left nipple cleanly near its base, then the right.

The shiny rings were perhaps the size of a poker chip, and relatively thick. Pamela could feel their weight immediately. They felt strange and heavy, yet at the same time, sensual and nice. Pamela's nipples erected from t,he feel of the rings and sent a tingle through her.

"Girls in the old days here had rings twice as big," said Sabrina, "and some of them were as young as thirteen, I'm told."

"Crikey," said Pamela.

"Rings have been smaller since the war, I under- stand, but a few years ago Ravan added something to make up for it. It's beautiful! Wish I had been able to feel her addition, but I was gone from here for sometime before she thought of it. Really makes a girl know she has rings in her nipples, it does!"

Sabrina showed Pamela two short, but thick, locking pins.

"Your nipple-rings have a hole in one spot which I have centered within your nipples. These sharp locking pins are put lengthwise into the tip of your nipples, and pushed down through until they lock into the hole in the rings. That way, your nipples are ringed two ways, the normal lateral way, and also lengthwise as well. A girl's nipples are pretty well filled up with metal of course, Ravan's way, but you'll love it! Doesn't hurt a nipple on a girl to have as much as it can hold. Besides hon, you'll find that they respond to a girl's mouth just as well as before. Nipples are quite amazing you know."

"Geezl" said Pamela again. Yet, undeniably, there was wetness between her legs.

Sabrina pushed the locking pins down into Pamela's nipples, and this time Pamela squirmed like a stuck fish upon the table, emitting a distinct "oww" on each occasion. The rings through the sex lips weren't quite as hurtful for Pamela, but produced a new wave of emotional wonderment at the calm and businesslike manner in which the nurse had performed the task. Only a day before Pamela would have equated such punishment with the horrors of a medieval dungeon, yet here was a lovely and sophisticated young nurse performing the deed in the same manner which she would have applied a Band Aid to a cut. How was it possible that a young woman could pierce and ring a girl's sex with such complete calmness and aplomb?

How could one female do it to another so cheer- fully? How could this nurse go about her social and church life at home, keeping from her friends the tasks she performed at Avondale? These questions which Pamela asked herself were also answered by herself. Sabrina had been ringed herself and thus obviously believed in the symbol and value of the rings!

The piercing of her sex aroused Pamela greatly, despite the hurt. The eroticism of being bound and spread, and having another female doing punishing activities to her sex was fantastic mentally.

For the first time, Pamela began to feel a kinky pleasure in receiving punishment from another female, and it was rather exciting to admit it to herself.

The vaginal rings were smaller than the nipple rings, and the nose-ring was smallest of all by design. A nose-ring simply could not be too large or it would get in the way of the mouth and lips. Al- though it was the only ring not put through a girl's sexual parts, it had its own significance, and was undoubtedly the most degrading ring a girl could be forced to wear. Unlike the other rings, which could be hidden by clothing, a nose-ring was naked for all to see and actually screamed out its meaning of slavery. It had been said that when slave girls had been ringed before being displayed on the

Roman slave blocks! they had not made a sound when their nipples and sex lips were hung with rings. But most squealed and swished their hair from side to side when they felt the ring go into their nose, for it was the very ultimate symbol of slavery and loss of pride.

Pamela moaned sexually when Sabrina had ringed her nose, caused more than anything by the knowledge that it was now the fifth ring put into her. At this point Pamela joined thousands of girls of eras past. By the time this many rings had been put into a female, even under her violent protest, she no longer really cared. It would be possible to put a dozen rings into a female now, and she would utter no protest, for she knew she was completely ringed and further rings could disgrace her no more. Pamela bounced down from the table after being untied and, like a colt finding its legs, walked about the room to acclimate herself to the feel of her rings.

The first awareness was of the strange new weight the rings produced at their location. She could feel each of the five, individually and completely, and they caused an unbelievable awareness of those particular body parts in which they rested.

Pamela felt all nipples, nose and pussy! The second awareness was one of extreme sexual arousement caused by the rings' contact with her most sensitive sexual parts. As punishments went, rings were gorgeous!

Sabrina laughed at Pamela's activity in a friendly manner. She always loved to study the antics of a newly ringed girl. The girl's eyes would dart from ring to ring in a mixture of disbelief and wonderment. Her fingers would touch and hold each of the rings tenderly in turn, and her face would be a combination of blushing and sexual excitement. At this moment how very.beautiful a girl was!

"You look yummy', Pamela," smiled Sabrina.

"Wet?"

"You know I am,". said Pamela. "Darn near came when you ringed my pussy."

"Quite normal, hon. Do you like your rings?"

"Oh, Sabrina. I'm really so confused right now.

Everything has happened so fast around here. But … I really think I do love them!"

"For a day or two," said Sabrina, "you'll be aware of them constantly, but you'll soon find that they just become part of you. Your nipple-rings are larger than the others as you can see, and of course they have the locking pins too, so your nipples will always feel sexy to you and keep erect much of the time. You'll find that you'll have to learn how to suck a girl's nipple all over again. You take the nipple and locking pin in your mouth and put your lips up against the ring. It works fine and despite all that brass inside a nipple it will respond very normally to a mouth, Take care also when kissing a girl so that you don't get your nose-ring all tangled up with hers!"

For some reason, Pamela felt very, very proud … and very much a woman. She had uncovered yet some new emotions within herself. She was thrilled that at seventeen she had been ringed like an ancient slave girl. It made her feel twenty-one.

She had discovered that being punished was not all punishment, and that being hurt produced some hitherto unknown pleasures of very erotic and mysterious nature. She also found, surprisingly, that when she watched Donna ringed she actually enjoyed it and that Donna's squeals and "owws" were not unpleasant to her!

Sabrina took some photos of the two before Jan returned to take them to meet the other girls.

Sabrina waved goodbye to Pamela and Donna as she sat on the table writing in her record log. Her legs were slightly apart and her panties were soaked. It told the whole story to Pamela and Donna.

The other slaves had been assembled in the library to finally meet the newcomers, and caused a soft gasp from Pamela when she saw them. The sudden effect of seeing eight other girls, all dressed and ringed as she, was overwhelming!

In the first place, considering that there were eight, they were all attractive in one way or an- other. In.the second place, although Pamela had seen a group of nearly nude girls in school locker- rooms, she had not seen a group in garter belts, stockings and heels. It made them all look like models, and after her introduction to the pleasures of lesbianism, Pamela now looked at girls differently! Lastly, the vision of the rings in cute breasts and pert noses was devastating! It reminded Pamela of how an ancient harem must have looked. The scene was definitely very sexual to Pamela and Donna.

All of the eight had been at Avondale for some time of course, and they always enjoyed new girls and new friends. Ravan was there, and introduced them.

"This is Pamela and Donna," she said. She ran off each girl's name.

"Heather, Sandy, Lisa, Tricia, Maryl, Abby,Kathy, Ginny."

The girls were most friendly and warm, and each of them came bouncing over t,o kiss Pamela and

Donna. Pamela had kissed girls in greeting before naturally, but these girls kissed differently. Kind of took the breath away, and they squeezed right up against, you and put their arms around you. It was delightful to Pamela, most especially when nipple or nose-rings clinked together suddenly!

Strangely, even the many whip marks on the eight girls didn't seem to surprise or bother Pamela and Donna.