Taming A Teenager
by Tammy Sterling
(NSP-105)


FOREWORD 

Sally Gold began to go wrong in High School. She was a curious girl and an 
avid learner. Her flesh was hot and her desire was uncontrollable. Ordinary 
sexual conquest was not enough for Sally. She wanted more. She wanted to 
degrade the men and boys she knew. Her cruel sadistic perversion turned 
Sally into a ravaged degenerate and slut. 

Sally's transformation was heightened by her pride, the greatest of the 
Seven Deadly Sins. Such others as Lust and Jealousy also came into account. 
Listen, now, as you follow this remarkable story of Sally Gold. 

Remember, it could happen to you, too. 


CHAPTER ONE 

"No! No! Please don't! Please don't stick me. Oh, yes, stick me. Stick me 
again," cried Sally Gold, naked, and thrusting out her large pointed breasts 
to her faceless tormenter. 

Tiny drops of blood trickled down her left breast as a golden needle 
remained embedded just above her nipple. A large suction cup was covering 
her cunt. Swirling images of demons and scarlet coated women whirled around 
the atmosphere. Her tormentor, teasing her with the inevitable plunge of the 
needle, took dead aim at her golden honey-pot. 

A large, full-breasted vixen, wearing a black lace corset came into the room 
and took the bulls-eye suction cup off Sally's cunt, making a popping noise. 

"No, no, please. Why me? Please don't. Ma, help me," she cried. 

"What are you going to do?" But she realized what was happening to her as 
she saw the point of the golden needle edge ever so closely to the seat of 
her womanhood. 

Her cries and screams were all in vain. The villain was not to be stopped. 
There was no bartering with the golden needle. 

With a final thrust, the needle was plunged deep into her cunt. The black 
blood gushed out of her, sickening her, and causing her to vomit, just 
adding to the terrible pain she felt. 

"Yaaaaaaaaa. Aaaaiieeeeeee," screamed Sally Gold. 

In a cold sweat, Sally awoke from her nightmare. Still trembling, she made 
herself some coffee, in an attempt to compose herself. It was no use to try 
going back to sleep. The nightmare would only return again to haunt her. 

But, she could not go on like this, Sally said to herself. 

"I must do something to prevent these terrible, but frequent nightmares from 
happening again." Sally thought to herself. 

In a few hours, her parents would be getting up and she would be due in 
school. She must try to get herself in a more presentable condition. Her 
nerves were shot, though, and she put her head down on the table and began 
to cry. 

"This isn't getting me anywhere. I have to do something. But what? What can 
I do?" Sally sat in the dark while drinking her coffee. "I must try to 
figure out what the cause of these nightmares are," thought Sally. "Surely, 
I don't want that to happen. I don't want anyone to stick pins in my tits 
and cunt." 

Sally pondered a moment. "Or do I?" 

It surprised and frightened her that she let herself think of the 
possibility that she may actually have wanted to be tortured. She started to 
shake and shudder at that thought. 

Sally lifted her beige nylon nightgown to her hips. She looked down at her 
vagina, and saw her blonde pussy hairs glistening with little drops of 
sweat. She put her hands around her crack and began to pet herself there. 

"No, not my beautiful twat. I love it. I don't want anything to happen to 
it," Sally thought as she unconsciously rubbed her twat. Yes, that made 
Sally feel a lot better now. 

She looked at her nipples. 

"Such a nice color, almost the color of blood," Sally thought. "Blood, no no 
no!! ! " She came to a dramatic stop, recalling the reason she had started 
to masturbate. Her face became pale from fright. 

"No, I shouldn't do this now. I must try to search for a reason why I had 
those dreams and find out if I really am into that stuff. No, I'll think 
about it tomorrow or later," and Sally began to finger herself again. 

"No, I've got to do it. I'll always keep putting off 'til tomorrow, and keep 
having these problems. With a tremendous display of will power Sally stopped 
fingering her cunt again. 

"I know what I'll do. I'll call my boyfriend, Steve. I'll tell him about it 
and see what he has to say. He might be able to help me." 

"You want me to come over. We can cut out of school today and talk about 
it," the voice on the other end of the phone said. 

"Yeah, that's a good idea. But we'll have to leave the house for just a 
little while until my parents go to work. Then we can come back here. 

Steve and Sally sat next to each other on Sally's bed. They were both naked. 

"You mean you actually wanted him to stick you with a needle?" 

"I don't know. I'm not sure. I remember saying 'don't' then I said 'do it' 
and I don't know which I really wanted, Steve, honestly I don't know. It was 
like the first time we screwed last year. Remember when you put your big 
cock into me and I started to beg you not to do it, and when you stopped I 
begged you to put it into me again. I think it may have been something like 
that, I'm not sure." 

"But you really wanted my meat, then," said Steve. 

"Yeah, but you didn't stop right away, either, now that I remember. You 
liked me screaming at you. I bet you actually thought you were raping me." 

"Oh, come on, Sally. I knew you liked it. You just had some late feelings of 
guilt, that's all." 

"Well, maybe. But do you think I wanted to be tortured, though, and the only 
reason I wanted him to stop was for my own guilt," Sally said rhetorically. 

"That's a possibility," Steve smirked. 

"Could you get into any of that?" Sally asked. 

"You mean with you?" 

"Of course I mean with me, you big jerk. Who else?" 

"But, I don't want to hurt you, Sally. I love you." 

"And I love you, too, Steve. But I think that's just part of the love 
relationship. It's really being open with each other." 

"How's that being open with each other? That's ridiculous. Trying to hurt 
each other on purpose is not love. It's sick. It's just too absurd to even 
talk about anymore." 

"I don't really know what's making me say this, Steve, but I think you're 
wrong. I think you liked the idea of raping me, and forcing me to have sex 
against my will. You just won't admit it, even if I really wanted it. There 
still had to be at least a bit of doubt in your mind, right?" 

"Well, I don't know. No, there wasn't. Well, maybe just a little doubt. But 
just a drop. I was almost sure you wanted me to fuck you no matter what you 
said, so let's just drop this subject right here. Just drop this subject 
right here." 

"But that drop of doubt, that little tinge of uncertainty, that 'almost' 
sure was the amount of pleasure you had in my helpless condition. You wanted 
me to beg you to stop. You liked it. You did Steve. You did, and if you 
admit it you will just be that much more open with me." 

"Look, I told you to drop it. I did not want to hurt you, and that's final." 

"You did too." 

"Look, stop trying to be a smart aleck. I told you to stop it. Now, let's 
talk about something else, like this," and Steve started to put his fingers 
into Sally's cunt. 

"Man, I never thought you were a chicken, Steve. Why are you so scared to 
admit you liked to make me feel humiliation or discomfort. You, know, I 
think you might have been that faceless man in my dream." 

"You're starting to get me mad, now, Sally. Just cut it out." 

"Look, I won't be mad at you if you say you wanted to cause me pain. I might 
even admire you for it," said Sally, still digging at Steve's ego with her 
cutting verbal remarks. 

"I'll show you how much I want to give you pain," Steve said, as he rolled 
over on top of Sally and tried to insert his cock into her. 

"Stop it, Steve, I don't want to screw now. I just want to talk," Sally 
said. 

She tried to push his chest, but he pinned her arms down to her sides with 
his muscular and strong hands. He was able to insert his cock into her 
without her assistance. Pumping up and down on Sally, Steve said, "Yeah, 
baby, down on Sally," Steve said, "Yeah, baby, I know you like it. Yeah, 
yeah, that's a good girl." 

But this wasn't one of those times that Sally wanted it. The question of her 
nightmares was starting to make a little sense to her for the first time. 
She had to pursue it. 

"Please, Steve. Stop it. Come on, get off me," said Sally while trying to 
struggle. 

Steve ignored her pleas, and continued to swing his large body on top of 
young Sally. She was able to free one of her hands, and pushed Steve's face 
away from hers real hard. His neck red with anger, Steve slapped Sally 
across the face and continued to fuck her. 

"Bitch!" he yelled, "Don't you EVER do that to me again. You're going to lie 
back now and enjoy it, like it or not," said Steve, mad with anger, that he 
didn't realize the nonsense his last statement meant. 

"Now I know the real Steve," cried Sally. "You're just a pig like most of 
the other pricks on your football team. YOU'RE A PIG!! " 

Steve slapped her in the face again, real hard, "Fuck you, you bitch," He 
really grabbed on to her and pumped his cock into her pussy as if he were 
some out of control steam engine. 

"PIG," cried Sally, tears running down her cheeks. 

He slapped her again, but this time it was much harder. "PIG!" 

Another smack across her face. "PIG! PIG! PIG!! ! " Another slap. 

Tears were running down Sally's face now in streams, but she would not give 
in to him. Determined to take whatever Steve did, Sally summoned up all the 
reserves of her will power. 

"You goddam fucking pig!" she yelled at him. 

"Just keep it up, bitch," and he slapped her again. "PIG!" 

This time it was the back of his hand. "PIG!" 

Again, the back of Steve's mighty hand crashed into the side of Sally's 
pretty white face. 

"YOU'RE A FUCKING ANIMAL, AN ANIMAL. I HATE YOU!! ! " 

"I love you too, honey," said Steve as he struck her again. "PIG!! " Sally 
would not give in, despite the pain she was starting to feel on her, face 
and all, all because it drove deep into her heart, realizing Steve was the 
beast he was showing himself to be. She just tried to push the pain out of 
her mind and use all of her self-discipline to not let Steve have any 
satisfaction from her cunt. 

"PIG!" 

Another strike. "PIG" 

And another. 

"PIG!" 

"I HATE YOU!" 

And again and again and again and again, but now he was hitting her with 
both hands because the blows were actually starting to hurt Steve's hands. 
He knew that she was fighting him and he did not want her to win this battle 
of egos. 

Sally was still yelling, but she was also crying, finding it hard to catch 
her breath, her words coming out in broken syllables and long pauses that 
she finally was able to heave out of her vocal chords. 

Steve was still pumping up and down on top of Sally, but he was doing it a 
little slower because of the tremendous amount of energy he was using to 
pummel her face with his hands. 

Sally was able to tell that Steve was starting to show weakness, and she saw 
that victory was still possible. This thought gave her a second wind and got 
her adrenaline going again. 

"PIG!! ! " she yelled with a triumphant air. "Bitch!" Steve yelled back, 
hitting her with his fist this time. "PIG!" 

BOOM! came the crash of Steve's fist on Sally's face. 

Now he was really going at it, hitting her and fucking her. He had his 
adrenaline working for him, too. 

Screaming and crying, Sally still would not let up. She looked into Steve's 
eyes. They were bulging out of his head, almost. His face was a bright red. 
There was a big evil grin on his face as he was striking and fucking her. 

Realizing now, with clarity so precise, Sally understood for the first time 
that Steve was really having a great time. He was ecstatic seeing her being 
beaten like that. This knowledge caused a great change in Sally. 

She began to laugh hysterically as Steve was hitting her. 

"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!! ! " 

Steve was puzzled slightly by Sally's hearty laughing. He looked at her 
quizzically, his eyebrows raised, as he stopped beating on her for a moment. 

"You like it! You like it!! HA HA HA HA!! " Sally laughed. 

The dawning of this thought struck Steve like a blow from a sledgehammer. 

He rolled off Sally onto the bed. He put his face in the pillow and started 
to beat his hands in the mattress in frustration. 

"Oh my God. Oh, no. What have I done?" 

His muffled sounds of defeat, despair, and frustration pleased Sally. 

"Look at me, you bastard!" 

He started to whimper as Sally's piercing words struck deep inside him. "Get 
up, you Pig-" 

He pulled the pillow over his head even tighter. 

"You are a goddam pig and your mother is a pig and your father is a pig, and 
your fucking sister is a pig and a slut and you are a mother fucker. Now, 
get the fuck up!" Sally said. 

"Please, Sally. I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I 
don't know what came over me. It was like another person took over my body, 
and ... " 

"You're a liar! It was you. You did it!! You, Steve Bilko did it. No one 
else. Now pick your ugly fuckin' face up off my bed and admit it you 
motherfucking bastard." 

Steve finally rolled over and looked up at Sally. His eyes were all red from 
the crying that he did. He just looked at her. 

"Ptooo," Sally spit right in his face, some of the saliva landing on his 
mouth and part of it rolling down on his chin. 

He wiped it off with his forearm. 

"Please, please, Sally. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." 

"You may be sorry now, but you weren't when you did it, you pig." 

"You're right to be mad at me. I deserve it. 

I was terrible. I was a pig. But please forgive me. 

"Get on your knees and beg," said Sally decisively. 

Steve looked at her and saw that she was serious. 

He crawled off the bed and got on his knees on the floor. He looked up at 
Sally and said, "Please forgive me. I love you." 

Sally was really getting off on his subservient state now. She stuck out her 
foot and put it in front of Steve's face. 

"Kiss it!" she demanded. 

He did. 

"Now tell me that I was right before." 

"You were right," Steve repeated. 

Sally didn't like the condescending way he admitted it. She wanted her proud 
moment to be more glorious. 

"Right about what?" 

"Why are you doing this to me?" Steve asked solemnly. 

"Because I like it!" said Sally triumphantly. It really made her feel good 
inside to say that. 

"The same reason you hit me and wouldn't stop fucking me that first time. 
Now, admit it or I'll beat the shit out of you," the naked Sally told him. 

"I don't want to hurt you. I promise I'll never hurt you again," Steve said. 

"I said admit it. If you don't admit your real feelings now, you'll crawl 
around on your knees the rest of your life, you slimy coward." 

It was as though there was a block of some kind in Steve's mind. He knew 
that he liked it when he was hurting Sally, but he just couldn't tell her 
that. 

"I'll never hurt you again. If I do I hope to die," was all he could say, 
and he said that without much conviction and very feeble like. 

"You're hurting me right now, you prick. Why won't you realize that?" 

"I'm hurting you now?" 

"Yes, you are hurting me because you aren't giving me the satisfaction that 
is mine. I deserve it after all that you put me through, and you will give 
it to me," Sally demanded, while gritting her teeth. 

"I'll do anything you say. Just what, exactly is it that you want me to do?" 

Sally thought about that a moment. It was a good question. Just what did she 
want from him. She surveyed her feelings and emotions. Trying to think back 
to the recent scenes, she used her memory to recall just when and what it' 
was that made her happy. 

It was her feeling of power, and the feeling that her superiority was 
recognized. Those feelings which Sally conjured up out of her remote 
subconscious mind sent pangs of joy through her lovely body. 

But how would she tell Steve this? 

Could she just come right out and say that I want you to recognize my 
superior being as compared to you? Yes, she could say it, and Steve probably 
would tell her but she had to make him believe it. Really believe it. 

"First tell me that you wanted to hurt me and you liked it," Sally started 
her plan. 

"All right, I wanted to hurt you and I like doing it," said Steve 
half-heartedly. 

That wasn't good enough for Sally, though. She needed more conviction on his 
part. 

"What did you like about it?" 

"I don't know. I guess it was the way you were so helpless before me. I 
liked the feeling of power I had over you, I think." 

"You think?" 

"All right. I'm sure. I liked it. I liked it," said Steve, shouting his 
answers while still on his knees. 

"You thought you were better than me. But you're not. I'm better than you, 
you snivelling coward. Right?" 

Steve did not answer. 

Sally put her foot in his face again and pushed him back. "I said is that 
right!" 

"Yes, you're right. I am not better than you," said a dejected and defeated 
Steve. 

Sally rubbed her hands together, she was so happy at her victory. His words 
and the look on his face sweetened her desire to torment him. She looked 
down at her conquered victim. He was helpless now. 

"Well, how are you going to make it up to me? My face still hurts from your 
fists." 

What do you want me to do?" 

"Get on the bed and lie on your stomach," said Sally, remembering the sight 
of his hairy ass. 

Sally went into her bathroom and took out an enema. She filled up the enema 
with vinegar. She walked back into the bedroom and Steve was still on the 
bed, not having moved his position at all. 

She took a small nail file from her dresser and walked up to the bed. She 
bent down to Steve and punched his cheek with all of her might. 

"Owwww," said Steve, but he did not move. 

"All right," thought Sally, "I have him in my power now. He's helpless." 
Sally rubbed her cunt in delight at the thought. 

There was a fly swatter on the table, and Sally picked it up and started to 
smack Steve on the ass with it. She wasn't doing it hard, but that didn't 
matter. 

Steve just looked around at her and wondered what she was doing. 

"Say ouch. Start to cry as though it hurts like crazy," Sally ordered, and 
continued to tap him lightly with the fly swatter. 

"Owwwww. Oooooooowww," said Steve. 

"Louder!" demanded Sally. 

Steve yelled a little louder. 

"LOUDER! peasant," ordered Sally again. She was really fingering herself 
with a steady, pleasing rhythm now. 

Steve was really howling. 

"God, I feel like God," thought Sally. "This is really great," she said to 
herself. She bent over to him now and put the nail file into his ass. She 
made a small incision right at the tip of his ass-hole. 

"Owwwwwww," yelled Steve in "earnest. 

When she saw that he would not protest, so she could go through with her 
plan. 

She stuck the enema spout into his ass-hole, first letting some of the 
vinegar run over on the spout so it would be certain to touch the cut in his 
ass-hole. 

She squeezed the rubber bulb of the enema sending all of the vinegar 
shooting into his ass. 

"Wooooeeeeee," screamed Steve in intense pain. It was unbearable for him. He 
started rolling and twisting his body on the bed the way a caterpillar or a 
worm does when it is cut in half. 

Sally's hysterical demoniacal laughter reverberated around the room at the 
sight of Steve squirming around on the bed like a crushed conquered insect. 
The feeling of power it produced swelled up inside her, deep into her loins, 
as she masturbated her pussy. 

Panting with the intensity of a good fuck, Sally's sap oozed out of her slit 
and slid down her thigh. 

She watched Steve moan and squirm. He crawled off the bed and crawled into 
the bathroom. 

She laughed at the sight of it and recalled a little rhyme they learned when 
they were kids. This was a slow motion version of it come to life she 
thought as she repeated it to herself: "Twenty yard dash to the bathroom 
door. He made it. He made it! All over the floor. 

Sally watched in triumph, gloating over the miserable bastard as he 
defecated into the bowl, and screaming loud each time some shit passed 
through the cut and vinegar. 

It took Steve about a half hour before he was finally able to walk, and when 
he did, he waddled like a duck. 

He was completely helpless and beaten before her. Sally's revenge was just 
about complete and it was starting to get a little boring. There wasn't much 
more she could do to him. She was acknowledged by him. It was complete, but 
there was still something missing. 

Her supreme power Lorded over him, as he sat on his knees and kissed her 
feet, smiling slightly. Sally realized then that he liked his helpless 
situation, and liked being a slave to her. That was what was missing, Sally 
realized. 

Sally wanted more. 

There was communication between them, but now the roles were reversed. He 
was the slave and she was the master. Before, it had been the other way 
around. Sally wondered how she ever had accepted the previous situation, but 
she looked at Steve sitting there like a little puppy and was able to see 
the joy deep inside of him. Now he wanted her to beat him and dominate him. 

"You like it now, don't you, you prick?" 

"Yes, I do," said Steve, kissing her feet passionately. 

She kicked him in the face. It threw him back, and he looked like a dog that 
had just been abandoned by his master. Sally got off on that. 

"You want me to beat you, don't you?" 

"Yes," admitted Steve, "I do. It's crazy, but I like it. Please, beat me 
some more," and he rolled over on his back, leaving his body wide open for 
Sally. 

"NO!" 

"Please, hit me. Kick me. I need it," he begged. 

"That's why I'm not going to do it. Because you want it. I want to do 
something to you that you don't want. Something that you will hate. Tell me 
something that you hate, Steve dear." 

"Nooooo," he cried, as though he were being physically tortured. But the 
words of Sally were worse than any physical torture she might perpetrate on 
him now. 

Again, Sally felt that pang of joy surge up inside her. The game was still 
on. 

"What is something he would really hate, now, and not beg me for more of 
it," Sally thought, pondering the question carefully. 

"Maybe if I made love to him, he might hate it," Sally said to herself. But, 
then she ruled it out. "No, the spineless jellyfish might get into it, and 
then he might possibly get the upper hand again. I'll say one thing for him, 
though. He's really a good fucker. I've got to think of something else." 

She really racked her brain for an idea, as Steve crawled over to her feet 
again but she just kicked him away as if he were a flea. She tried to recall 
what she knew about Steve, and his personal life, trying to come up with 
something that he really dislikes. She tried to remember him losing his 
temper at something, a time when he was really mad. 

Then it was like a light bulb flashed inside her head. 

"I got it. I got it, ha ha ha," 

Sally remembered the time' when Steve punched out this guy on the football 
team, because he called her sister a good piece of twat. That really got 
Steve mad, the thought of someone screwing his beloved younger sister, 
Dorothy. 

Sally dialed the number. 

". . .So we'd really appreciate it if you would bring over those papers to 
my place, Dotty. We were fooling around so much, we just forgot about doing 
that report." 

"Sure, no trouble at all. I'll be right over with them," said the soft voice 
on the other end of the line. 

"Thanks a lot." 

"Bye." 

Dotty was a cute, but well-developed girl of thirteen, two years younger 
than Sally. 

As she walked into the room with the papers, she blushed when she saw her 
brother and Sally naked on the couch. 

"What are you doing here?" said the startled Steve at the sight of his 
sister, and he covered up his cock and balls with his hand. "I'm bringing 
your term papers like Sally told me to," she said averting her blue eyes 
from their nakedness. 

"That's right, Steve. We have that project to work on, remember," Sally said 
in a way that let Steve know that she was not asking him but telling him. 

Steve said, "Oh, right," but Sally could tell that he was beginning to get a 
little tense about the situation. 

"Well, thanks a lot, Dotty," Steve said, "I guess you have to be running 
along, now. Maybe I'll see you at dinner," he said trying to rush her off. 

"Steve, let her stay a while. Go get her a drink or something. Make yourself 
comfortable, honey," said Sally, eyeing the little girl. "Go make a malted," 
she ordered him. : 

Steve left for the kitchen. 

He returned with the malteds about five minutes later. He was flabbergasted 
at what he saw. 

His younger sister, Dotty, was lying on the bed, naked, in a spread-eagle 
position. Her legs were up in the air, and Sally was licking her tight 
little cunt. 

"Oh, my God. Oh, nooooooooooo!" Steve cried and he fell to the floor and 
started to bang his fists on the ground, at the sight of his virgin sister 
having her twat eaten out by Sally. 

When Sally saw his reaction, she was satisfied. She was so proud of herself 
for being able to seduce the young girl in so short a time. Steve's reaction 
was even more than she hoped for. She got on top of the gleeful Dotty and 
really started to grind with her in front ot Steve. 

Actually, Sally was having a lot of fun from Dotty, even if Steve wasn't 
there, but his forlorn presence made it all the more sensational. She like 
being watched, and the younger girl, more free from adult hang-ups was 
getting off on it too. 

The two girls played with each other's tits and cunts, fingering each other, 
and gluttoned for each other's body. 

Steve was still banging his fists on the ground saying "Why, why are you 
doing this, Dotty?" 

The two girls looked up long enough just to laugh at him and went back to 
their fucking. 

Steve's eyes remained fixed on the intercourse, however. It was as though he 
were rooted to the spot. He had to look. He began to become interested in 
the situation. 

Sally called him over when she saw him start to enjoy the scene. 

Steve got on the bed. It was as though he couldn't control himself when he 
saw the naked flesh of his little sister waiting there for him. Sally moved 
over to Dotty's round breasts and started to suck on them, still keeping her 
senses aware of Steve. 

Steve slowly put his face into Dotty's wide open cunt and uncontrollably 
began to lick with a passion. He was really into it in a matter of minutes. 

Now was the time for Sally to make her move. 

She whispered in Dotty's naive and gullible ear. "Dotty, how could you? 
That's your brother, Steve. My God, your own brother. How could you let him 
do that? That's incest. What a degenerate thing to do," Sally whispered to 
her, using all of her acting abilities to convey the proper feeling of 
outrage and horror about the situation. 

Dotty started to scream and kick her legs, "Get off me. Steve, I'm you're 
sister. Stop it! Please," begged the little girl, tears running down her 
cute face. 

But Steve was not to be bargained with now. His virility had returned to him 
at the sensation of the little girl's pussy in his mouth. He pinned her back 
down on the bed and began to eat voraciously. The screams of the little girl 
just made him do it with a greater intensity. 

Sally was sitting there on the bed cracking up at the scene she had so 
carefully directed, until the actors took over by themselves. She let it go 
on for awhile, rubbing her big breasts with her hands and getting herself 
even hotter. She had to try to think of a way to manipulate Steve, though 
now, at the height of his passion. If she was not able to, most of her 
previous control would be lost. She had to maintain control over her 
subjects. 

Should she be violent or should she try to use words to get Steve to stop 
but still want him to feel cheated, and not feel joy at the way she made him 
discontinue his action. But, how? 

How, indeed? 

Sally noticed the raw "wound in Steve's ass. She got the bottle of vinegar 
and poured some on her fingers. Then she went behind Steve and started to 
dab his ass with the salty substance. 

Steve was so into his sister's cunt that he barely noticed the vinegar. He 
just thought it was some sensation produced by his lust for Dotty. At most, 
he twitched a bit. 

"I guess this is going to be more difficult than I thought," Sally said to 
herself. "This calls for sterner measures, but no problem." 

Sally was not worried. The heroine went over to the dresser and picked up 
the nail file again. This time she made a deeper incision into Steve's ass, 
drawing a little blood. She quickly poured in the vinegar into his ass. Now. 
it worked. 

Steve jumped up into the air like some cartoon character who had a bomb put 
under their ass. He squealed just like the cartoon people. Sally again 
started to get off on the situation. Now, she just hoped her remedy was the 
right one. Steve began to run around the room like a headless chicken, 
yelling and holding onto his ass. Dotty had fallen back on the bed crying. 

When she saw Steve running around like that, helpless, and in pain, she came 
up to him and kicked him in the nuts. Steve doubled up in a pain that 
overruled the previous pain. 

When he saw his little sister whom he had cherished all his life standing 
over him like that the realization of what he had done hit him. 

He started pulling his hair and screaming in a horror that it was 
frightening just to watch him. He banged his head against the ground, 
yelling, "No! No! No!" 

In a while he collapsed on the floor, whimpering like an infant. 

Now, Sally's victory was complete. He would forever be in her control. She 
had his button. She could press it anytime she wanted to cause him pain and 
her pleasure. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Well, Sally slept a calm contented sleep that night. There were no 
nightmares. She woke up well rested, but with that "just got laid feeling" 
and there was a big pretty smile on her pretty face. 

"I wonder if the problem is solved?" Sally asked herself. "I found what I 
want, I think, but is it really what I want? Steve is just some low-life 
schmuck. What do I need him for?" 

She walked into her kitchen and made another cup of coffee. She had to think 
out her passions and lusts and try to discover what made her do what she did 
to Steve and his sister. 

"But, I was terribly cruel to him. But, on the other hand, I liked it. But, 
on the other hand Wait a second, I'm running out of hands." Sally looked 
down at her cunt through her negligee. 

Not bad,-she thought. 

"Well, on the cunt hand-" and she laughed at her own little joke and stroked 
the twat pleasingly. "It is strange, though, I liked being cruel to Steve, 
but in a way I did not want to. I know that it is wrong to do those things, 
but I like doing it. Man, I'm really fucked up. Let me go back into my past 
and try to come up with some answers." 

"My first pubic hairs. Let's see, I was about eleven at the time. I had just 
had my first period a few months before and every day I inspected by 
hairless young pussy to see if there was any sign of growth. I would bend 
over and look in the mirror and put hand mirrors up to my cunt every 
morning, breathlessly hoping that some sparse curls would have grown in 
during the night. 

"I would also feel my chest and nipples, hoping that some sort of growth 
would have appeared so I could stop wearing undershirts. 

"But why was I so pre-occupied with other girls in my class that had started 
to get tits already? I remember Josephine had a real pair of knockers at the 
age of eleven. We used to sneak into the girls bathroom, about ten of us 
girls at a time, and show each other our vaginas. I had known Josephine a 
long time, ever since we were in kindergarten, and we had kind of a rivalry 
going on between us. We would both like the same boys and I usually got him 
instead of Josephine. But, when she began to bloom much before I did, it 
really turned the tables on me and she was able to steal my boyfriends. Wow, 
was I mad and jealous. But there was nothing I could do about it. It was 
just nature. All I could do was wait. She really made me feel like shit, 
too, flouting her big boobs around like that. I felt so weak and inferior 
whenever I heard her name mentioned. 

"Of course, I considered doing some crazy things such as cutting off hair 
from my head and gluing it on my pussy and wearing a bra stuffed with 
cotton, but all of the girls in the bathroom would know my sudden growth was 
phony and they would tell the boys and they would all laugh at me and it 
would be even worse. I just had to bear it. But, God, how I hated her, and 
the other girls who also had started to mature. 

"We equated our physical maturity at the time with a total kind of maturity, 
and the girls with pussy hairs and bras were considered by all the boys to 
be superior to the girls who still wore undershirts. I remember a lot of the 
young punk kids who saw the outlines of my undershirt made jokes about me, 
saying things like 'You're a real pirate's treasure, Sally. A sunken chest!' 
I tried to laugh it off, but it really ate me up inside. 

"Later on that year, my first strand of blonde pubic hair came in. I was so 
proud, I couldn't wait to show the girls in the bathroom the next day. I can 
still remember the look of worry on Josephine's face. I was so happy. And 
the other girls who still had bare cunts were really envious of me too. 

"Then, shortly after, my chest started to get a little softer. My breasts 
were finally starting to grow. My nipples were becoming a little larger and 
a darker pink. 

"When I proudly displayed my budding breasts, after taking off my new 32-AAA 
training bra, the other girls giggled at my budding womanhood, and a few of 
them even touched my tiny titties to make sure it was real, I guess, and see 
what it would feel like when they started to get theirs. But, then Josephine 
disliked the attention. 

She had taken her shirt and bra off, and I can still remember her saying, "I 
think a 35 is starting to get a little small on me," and she put her hands 
around her boobs to show all of us how big they were. But, at least I 
started to get mine, and I could try to think of other ways to outdo her. 

"Well, I began to grow very rapidly after that, and by the time I was in 
junior high school and thirteen years old, I had a very pretty flock of 
light blonde pussy hair, and my breasts had caught up to Josephine's in 
their size, but mine were so much prettier than hers because they were 
pointy and stood straight out, while hers sagged down to her stomach, 
almost. "Now it was my turn to flaunt it over her, when we had to take 
showers in the locker room. I would walk by her and spend a lot of extra 
time toweling the water of my boobs in front of her, letting her know how 
much care I took to preserve my valuable assets. 

I could also hear some of the little girls in the class discuss my body with 
tons of admiration. I was walking on air then. 

"And, whenever Josephine had a new boyfriend, I could easily steal him away 
from her. Then I would drop him, letting everyone know how unworthy he was 
of me. Yes, I was the Queen of the school, and everyone looked up to me. It 
made me feel so so good, when I noticed some kid in school look at me with 
his bulging eyes trying to get up enough nerve to talk to me, and I would 
tease him and make him come in his pants right there, just by opening up a 
button on top of my shirt and kneading my breasts a little. 

Sally let that train of thought stop for now. The pleasing memories of the 
way it was in those days got her so hot she was rubbing her twat with an 
uncontrollable propensity towards the seep that was sure to come from her 
prized possession. 

"Well, I guess I've always been that way," Sally thought to herself after 
her self-induced orgasm had caused her to sink down into her chair. 

"But what should I do about it?" Sally thought. Should I try to suppress it 
or let it out? How should I handle the realization of my present uh, present 
what? Present condition? Present perversion?" That made Sally stop for a 
moment. She did not like that word perversion. 

The thought that she might be a sadist really bothered Sally. She thought 
sadists were people who took pleasure in pulling the wings off butterflies, 
and Sally had never pulled the wings off a butterfly. 

"Well, what the fuck! I don't give a damn anyway what you call it. I'll just 
play it by ear and see what happens. I got to get to school and then to 
work, anyway. I got more important things to think about. Besides, my 
nightmares have stopped, and it really isn't that much fun to keep analyzing 
things like that. It really takes the beauty out of it. like, in school when 
we get this real nice poem to read, and the fucking teacher makes us talk 
about metaphors and onomotopoeia and all that shit. It ruins it!" 

After school, Sally took a bus up to the Easy Moon diner on Flatbush Avenue. 
The Easy Moon was a real greasy spoon, but it was a good job to have, being 
the waitress there, and Sally liked the idea of seeing all the weird people 
who came in there, especially real late at night, after the bars closed. 

Things were going on as usual that night. The regular customers, old men 
coming back from the trotters, old men who were lonely and came there to 
hang out, young punk teen-agers who just got their draft cards and got drunk 
at the topless place around the corner and came in the diner to hassle her 
and puke on the floor and then the manager would throw them out and take 
their hats or something until they paid to have the floor cleaned. "Now, 
that was perversion," Sally thought, observing the routine of the diner. 

A little later that night a new customer walked in and sat at the counter 
where Sally waited tonight. She was a real sight. She was about six feet, 
two inches and wore high platform heels, making her seem even taller. When 
she sat down on the counter stool, she put her walking stick on the bar of 
the counter and pounded it for service. 

Sally had never seen such a sight as that young woman who just walked in. 
Most of the other people in the diner turned their heads around and stared 
at her, she was so not weird looking, because everyone else in there, was 
weird looking, but the newcomer was weird looking in a different sort of 
way. She did not have the bearing of the other lowlifes in there, but rather 
seemed to be regal looking and her very presence seemed to command respect. 
Sally took in all of that information at a glance. 

Sally asked her what she was having and she asked if they had hamburgers. 

"How would you like it?" 

"Not very well done," came the decisive reply. 

"Rare?" Sally asked. 

"Raw!" said the big lady. "And give me a whole onion with it, but put it in 
a separate plate, so I could SUCK on it." 

"Wow, what a character," Sally thought. "I wonder what a person like that 
does, or thinks?" Sally said to herself. 

"You made that hamburger real good," said the large lady, holding the piece 
of raw meat in her hand and biting on it, moving her high cheekbones up and 
down in an animal-like motion. Sally looked at her close, and noticed that 
she was very pretty. With those high cheekbones, and very suntanned skin and 
long black hair, she was really an impressive sight. She looked like she 
might be an Indian (American variety), or have come from some very exotic 
place. 

"Thanks, I'm glad you like it. It's one of our specialties," said Sally, 
trying not to let her think that she thought her culinary desires to be 
unusual. 

"That ain't all I like. I like the way you look, too. You're not very well 
done, either, my fair friend," said the giant to Sally. 

"Thanks a lot," said Sally, surprised, but glad that such a novel character 
would try to make advances to her. Sally would not try to dissuade her, but 
only hoped she would continue. 

"What time you split, honey?" 

"About five. Twenty minutes," said Sally, looking at her watch. 

"Want to have some fun?" said the Amazon quite bluntly. 

"Why not?" Sally answered. "I'm always willing to try out some new things," 
Sally thought, wondering what the big girl had in mind. 

They went to a pad near the Junction of Flatbush and Nostrand, one of the 
hearts of Brooklyn, although some people referred to that area as the 
ass-hole of the city. It was over a dirty bookstore near the college, a real 
big loft with strange paintings and devices on the walls that Sally didn't 
know. The paintings were all of women being ravaged or tortured on racks, 
and their mouths were wide open from fear. 

Sally got a little scared from that, but she figured that it was just some 
taste in art that people liked. Sally tried to remember the newfound 
confidence she won yesterday afternoon, and the feeling of superiority that 
she made Steve give her so she would not be scared to do anything with her 
new friend who called herself Wanda. 

They were alone in Wanda's loft, and Wanda gave Sally some cocaine to snort. 
Sally had never done the white crystals before, but she had wanted to ever 
since she heard how it was the pleasure of the rich. It really was a step up 
in class from glue, which Sally had got high on once before.. 

Sitting back, real mellowed out from the coke, Sally made the first move. 
'She began to unbutton Wanda's lavender shirt, revealing a milk-white 
cleavage that stood out in sharp contrast to her dark skin. 

Wanda slapped her hand, though. "Not yet!" was all that Wanda said. Sally 
sat back in the couch, feeling a little embarrassed. 

"How old are you?" Wanda asked. 

"Nineteen," Sally lied. 

"Bullshit!" 

"All right, I'm fifteen, but I know what's going on more than most people 
older than me," Sally said, trying not to let Wanda gain too much leverage 
on her in the subconscious battle of egos. 

"What do you do?" Sally asked her. 

"I'm a witch," said Wanda. 

Sally was impressed, but did not show it too much to Wanda. 

"What do you do when you go witching?" 

"I'm always a witch. It doesn't just come and go. If you want to see what I 
do, take your clothes off, and I'll show you." It didn't take Sally long to 
get undressed. She stood before Wanda, natural as the day she was born, 
waiting to find out what pleasures Wanda had in store for her. 

"Bend over and spread your cheeks." 

Sally wanted to be cool so she did so with a smile on her face. 

To her surprise, Wanda stuck a greased rubber nipple into her ass-hole. 
Wanda had put the large nipple into Sally's ass with her finger in it, and 
then when she took her finger out she put a thing like a cigar cover into 
the nipple. 

Sally jumped and squealed a bit when it went in, it really felt funny. Sally 
also felt a little embarrassed bent over like that with Wanda watching her 
with a nipple stuck up her ass. Sally stood up straight and looked at Wanda 
with a straight face, as if to show her that the nipple didn't bother her, 
even though it was very uncomfortable. "I didn't tell you to stand up," 
Wanda said sternly. 

Sally figured she might as well play the game and not try to be antagonistic 
towards Wanda. After all, it wasn't every day that she met someone like her, 
and did not want to lose her friendship. Sally bent over again. 

Wanda got her gold walking stick and stood over Sally who was hunched over 
in that awkward position. 

"I think you have to learn some humility," Wanda said, and tapped the end of 
the cigar cover with her walking stick. 

Sally jumped slightly, feeling the thing pushing into her ass. Sally's smile 
changed and she was no longer in posession of the confidence that she had 
earlier assumed. She had let herself be put in that embarrassing position 
and there was nothing she could do about it for now, other than leave. 

The bell to the door rang, and Wanda cautioned Sally to remain in that 
position. Wanda stomped over to the door, her black leather boots with the 
big heels pounding the floor like a drum. 

Another girl walked in with Wanda. She was also very tall, but still a 
little shorter than Wanda and not as big in terms of her frame. She also had 
long straight black hair just like Wanda's. 

Sally looked up at her from her awkward position, and tried to manage a 
smile, but it was very hard to. Sally felt really idiotic now with the 
newcomer looking at her like that. 

"Angelique Sally," was all the introduction that Wanda made, and Angelique 
said hello to Sally as if there was nothing unusual about the situation. 
Sally could just have well been watering a plant, the way Angelique spoke to 
her. 

"Should I take my clothes off now, master?" Angelique asked Wanda. 

Sally was getting apprehensive but she tried to pretend that she didn't hear 
how Angelique referred to Wanda. 

"Now! Do it Now!" Angelique took her clothes off, and the first thing Sally 
noticed about her was that Angelique had real small breasts. Sally, with her 
preoccupation for shapes and sizes (S & S) stood up to try to get a better 
view of Angelique, but Wanda told her to crouch back down again, which Sally 
reluctantly did. 

Angelique then walked over to the wall and took a leather whip that was 
mounted on a case. Angelique walked over to Wanda almost like a zombie and 
held her two outstretched arms out to Wanda as though she were making a 
present of the mean looking whip to her. 

Sally really got scared now, wondering if Wanda would try to whip her, but 
she felt a little relieved when she saw Angelique bend down on all fours 
after Wanda took the whip from her. Angelique was right next to Sally now. 

"Please whip me, Master Wanda," Angelique begged. 

Sally was really puzzled about these events, but she just decided to sit 
back, sort of, as if she were in a movie, and watch the action. 

Wanda reared her hand back with the whip, looking like a graceful chariot 
rider, and struck Angelique's back with the Cat o' Nine Tails. 

"CRACK!" went the sound of the whip, and it was so close to Sally that the 
sound echoed in her eardrums. 

"Owwwwww," screamed Angelique, obviously in pain from the lash. 

"That will be ten more lashes" Wanda said. 

Again the cracking noise was heard on the frail back of Angelique. She 
screamed in pain again. Sally shuddered at the sound. She noticed that there 
were a number of whip marks on her back, probably from, previous floggings. 

The third stroke of the whip opened up one of the fresher cuts on her back 
and a thin line of blood appeared. The next one landed on the same spot and 
opened up the cut a little wider as Angelique screamed in agony. The fifth 
stroke opened a new cut that crisscrossed the previous cut on Angelique's 
back and her scream was now a steady wail. 

The piercing scream unnerved little Sally and she began to tremble. The next 
buffet of the whip landed on the same spot as the previous one and a cross 
of blood started to form on Angelique's back. 

When the next blow landed, the impact and Angelique's weakened condition 
caused her to fall on her face. Sally wondered how much punishment she could 
take, and almost was able to feel the blow along with her neighbor, it was 
so close. 

Wanda raised the whip. 

"If you're good, this will be the last one" Wanda told her subject. But 
Wanda walked up to Angelique now and put the soul of her boot on her side 
and pushed very lightly. Angelique fell over on her side, her tormented face 
now looking directly at Sally. Her eyes were open wide, almost as though she 
were pleading to Sally, and Angelique opened her mouth as if to say 
something to Sally, but nothing could come out except some incoherent sound. 
Sally was really horrified at that spectacle, but did not flinch from 
looking at Angelique, still somewhat intrigued at the sight. Sally also 
glanced down at Angelique's cunt, and was greatly repulsed at what she saw. 
Never in her life had she seen something like that before. Sally shivered a 
little and averted her eyes for a moment, but looked back again to make 
certain that she was not seeing things. 

She wasn't, though, as she tried to carefully inspect it with her eyes. 

Angelique had a large gold ring that was pierced through her cunt, wearing 
it almost like an earring. Her black pussy hairs were partially shaven 
around the area where the ring was put through a hole in her soft pussy 
flesh. Angelique had short-cropped black pussy hair on each side of her cunt 
and they were coiffured into a design to look like two very black eyes that 
surrounded her bald middle with the golden ring. 

Still lying prone on the floor and squirming a little, Angelique looked up 
at Wanda as if to show her tormentor that she was trying to get up. 

"That will cost you another lash. Now, get up." 

Sally who was still fascinated by Angelique's unique cunt, now wondered how 
Wanda would make her get up. What possible motivation would or could she use 
to entice the beaten broad to move. 

Wanda walked to the shelf and appeared to take some kind of small object off 
a velvet jewelry box, but Sally couldn't see what it was just yet. 

But Angelique knew. 

"Noooooo," she screamed. Sally was really frightened too, now. What kind or 
device did Wanda have that could make Angelique burst out like that in such 
a scream of terror? 

The sound almost miraculously returning to her vocal chords, Angelique 
hollered, "No, no. Anything but that. Please, Wanda, not that again." 

Now Sally could finally see what it was in Wanda's hand, as she moved closer 
to it. Sally's face immediately turned a few pale shades lighter. Her mouth 
opened wide, and she let out a little holler, too. Never in her whole life 
had she been that scared as she was transfixed on the object Wanda held 
between her thumb and index finger. 

It was the Golden Needle. 

Sally's nightmares returned to her at that instant. Had there really been 
such a thing as the Golden Needle? She opened her mouth in horror and waited 
to see 'what Wanda would do with it. 

Wanda got real close to Angelique now, bending down and putting the needle 
close to the eye of Angelique, making sure she saw what it was. The shining 
object gleamed at Sally and Angelique, with a hypnotizing kind of effect. 

Angelique really struggled, and Sally was really amazed at how the 
frightened girl was able to call on some reserves of energy to straighten 
herself out and get back on her knees. It recalled to Sally how she was able 
to find that extra bit of will power or nerve in order to withstand the 
punches of Steve the day before. 

Now, Wanda reared back again and let her graceful arm and wrist snap the 
whip on Angelique's back. This time Angelique did not scream, but let her 
breath out in a sigh that was the combination of both pleasure and relief. 

"Want the whip?" Wanda asked Sally. The poor, degraded Angelique looked up 
at her in anticipation. Sally was able to feel compassion for someone for 
one of the first times in her life. 

She recognized it and it really made her feel good. "Gee, I feel almost 
human, again," Sally thought. Then she realized that Wanda was waiting for 
her to answer. 

"No, I think I'll pass this time," Sally said, feeling content within 
herself. 

Wanda drew on a gross expression of dissatisfaction at Sally's reply. Angela 
looked up at Sally and smiled in grateful thanks for her display of 
sympathy, but quickly looked up at Wanda in horror as Wanda twisted the 
Golden Needle in her fingers. 

"Please, Sally. Hit me. I won't be mad at you, I promise," said Angelique. 

Sally debated within herself whether to do it. She figured if she didn't, 
Wanda would either do it a lot harder, or do some other dreadful thing to 
Angelique. And anyway, what more damage could one more lash do, Sally 
thought, as she looked at the Cross of Blood on Angelique's skinny back. 
"I'll try not to hit her hard," she said to herself. 

"Well, maybe I will take a wack at her. But I've never handled one of those 
things before." she told Wanda, still hunched over with the nipple and cigar 
cover stuck up her ass-hole. 

"Just hold on to the handle, swing your arm back, and snap your wrist as you 
bring your hand down. It's really simple," Wanda told her. 

Sally knew that it wasn't any complicated procedure, but she just wanted to 
make an excuse for not hitting Angelique. "Come over here and get the whip. 
You can practice a little," said Wanda. 

Sally reached around behind her to take the things out of her soft round 
ass, but just as she was about to, Wanda said, "Leave that in there!" 

Sally stood up straight now, and walked over to Wanda, waddling like a duck 
as she did so. She remembered how she laughed at Steven the other day when 
he walked so funny from the vinegar and cut in his ass. Sally felt like 
digging a hole in the ground and crawling into it when she heard Wanda 
snicker at her walk. 

Sally was about to let Wanda have a piece of her mind, but decided not to. 
She did not have enough confidence at this time, and did not trust Wanda and 
what she might do. She was sorry that she ever got herself into this mess, 
however. 

She looked up to Wanda, smiled to try to let her think that she was unfazed 
by her predicament, but she knew that she had failed to convey what she 
hoped it would to Wanda. 

Sally took the whip, and admired the well put together piece of leather. She 
felt the smooth leather and knew that it was of very good quality hide. She 
saw the tails dangle and felt a little scared at the power they contained. 

"Go ahead, hit that wall over there," Wanda told her. 

Sally walked over to a wall that was plastered with cork. There were a lot 
of bare spots on the wall, probably where a whip had peeled away some of the 
cork before. 

She hoped she would do well. 

Sally gripped the strong leather handle of the whip and hit the wall with 
it. She looked at the spot where the whip hit, but no cork had fallen off. 

"You're just letting it slide against the wall," Wanda instructed her. 
"You've really got to snap your wrist." 

Sally liked the idea of Wanda instructing her. She hadn't realized that 
there really was that much technique involved in flagellation. She had just 
assumed that all you had to do was move your arm like you were throwing a 
baseball. 

"You mean like this?" Sally asked, trying to snap her wrist while swinging 
her arm and cracking the whip at the wall. Again, no cork was removed. 

"Here, I'll show you," said Wanda, and walked over to Sally. She came behind 
her, and held her hand around Sally's on the handle of the whip. Sally felt 
Wanda's warm body tower over her nakedness, and made her feel a little 
warmer. Sally leaned back so she could feel Wanda's warmth. Wanda helped 
Sally guide her hand back and move her wrist in a better way than she did by 
herself. The whip struck the wall, but still, no cork came off. "That's a 
little better," Wanda told her. 

"Let's try it again." Sally looked up at her and was very temped to kiss her 
sexy tan neck, but she did not. As they followed through on the motion this 
time, Sally felt a rhythm in her stroke that she had not felt previously. 
Now she eagerly looked at the wall and a small piece of cork had fallen off, 
leaving a tiny red spot of paint. Sally was excited that she was able to do 
it. 

"Good. Very good, Sally," said Wanda, warmly. 

"Try it by yourself this time." 

Sally concentrated on her technique as she raised her arm back. She felt a 
good feeling surge through her as the whip crackled the wall. She knew she 
did not have to look at the wall to see if some more cork was removed. She 
knew it would be. 

Sally remembered the few times that she played basketball, and took some 
outside shots. When everything went right on her shot and the follow 
through, she just knew the ball would go in the hoop without looking to see. 
That's how she felt when she cracked the whip. But, she looked anyway. There 
was another little red spot close to the other one. Sally was delighted at 
her accuracy. She leaned back and took another wallop at the wall. A piece 
of cork fell off between the other two spots and made one big red spot. 
Sally looked at the spot and thought how much it reminded her of blood. She 
hit the wall again, and again. A few more red spots appeared. Now, Sally 
tried to aim where the whip would hit. She soon realized that she could 
control the spot where she wanted to hit just by a slight little movement of 
her wrist or hand. She practiced a while longer, and soon was able to 
pinpoint with an almost deadly precision just where she wanted the whip to 
hit, and she began to draw patterns on the wall. 

It was obvious that Sally had a natural talent with the whip. 

"Now, I'm really good at it, after about a half hour of practice, only." Her 
confidence started to return, and Sally was waxing ecstatic. "Wow, soon I 
might be as good as Wanda," thought Sally. Wanda, who had been watching her 
protege with pleasure, said, "I've never seen anyone learn that quickly, 
before. You really have a soft touch, kid." 

Sally swelled with pride. 

Sally was thankful for the flattering words. Coming from an expert such as 
Wanda, Sally was very, very pleased. 

"Well, I guess you're ready to take a shot at her," Wanda said, nodding in 
the direction of the lowly Angelique. 

Sally, who had forgotten about the things up her ass after all the 
successful whipping practice, now noticed them again as she began to walk 
towards her live victim. 

Now, with her added confidence, Sally asked, "Is it all right if I take 
these things out now?" 

"Wait, I'll take them out. Bend over," said Wanda. 

Sally did as Wanda requested. Wanda walked up behind Sally and put her hands 
on Sally's back, feeling the smooth white skin, and ran her palms and 
fingers over Sally's back. 

Sally appreciated the soothing feeling that Wanda gave her, and said, 
"Mmmmmmm, that feels so nice, Wanda. I really like you." Sally really meant 
that, too. She was able to have respect for her, probably one of the few 
times in her life that she was able to treat someone else as an equal, even 
for a brief instant, and not have to worry whether she was superior or 
inferior to her. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When Sally returned home in the middle class section of Canarsie, the sun 
had already come up. Sally took her time about going into her house, 
enjoying the beautiful late spring morning and her added ways in discovering 
her identity. Sally was really conscious now of finding out who she was. The 
former deeply troubled girl was now ready and willing to come to terms with 
herself, but she did so without thinking out the words. She remembered how 
she felt about analyzing things that should not be analyzed. 

All she would do is feel. 

It was Saturday and Sally did not have to go to school. She saw Steve walk 
by in the street and just gave him a look of contempt and walked up Rockaway 
Parkway towards the bay. 

Sally looked into the dirty water and felt fresh and relaxed at the scene. 
Some kids were riding around on their bicycles and playing ball on the grass 
strip next to the water. A rubber ball landed near Sally and she returned it 
to a fourteen year old kid who she recognized as a classmate in her history 
class. 

"Thanks, Sally," he said. 

"Oh, hi Ed," she said to him. 

"I didn't know you knew my name," said the boy, obviously elated that 
someone as pretty as Sally would acknowledge his existence. 

"Why, Ed Smider, you're one of the smartest kids in history. Why shouldn't I 
know your name?" 

"Well, you're so pretty and all, I didn't think you cared about me." 

"Well, I do, Ed," Sally said seductively. 

The shy boy just blushed and didn't even hear some of his friends yelling at 
him to retrieve the ball. Now, four other kids from their school came over. 
But they all weren't as shy as Ed. 

"Hey, who's your girlfriend?" said Gino Cimono, a kid Sally recognized as 
some young greaser trying to make a reputation for himself. Sally didn't 
like him. 

"Fuck off, punk!" Sally told Gino. 

"You're a real hard bitch, huh?" said Gino. 

Ed just stood around, not saying anything. He was interested in the 
confrontation that had just developed. Josephine, Sally's nemesis from way 
back walked over and put her arm around Gino. 

"Oh, so now Josephine has come down to take a fourteen year old kid for a 
boyfriend. Well, I'll still show her that things haven't changed. Rather, 
I'll show her that they have changed, but for the better. For the better on 
my part, and for the worse on her part." 

Sally's plan started to go into effect. 

"Hard enough for you, little boy," said Sally to Gino. "You couldn't even 
get me hot with his dick," she said to him, and glanced at Ed. 

Ed was about to say something, but he kept his mouth shut. He knew that was 
the right thing to do. 

"Come on, leave the bitch alone, Gino," Josephine said to him, and tried to 
pull him away. She started to get worried when Gino shook her arm off of 
him, and said "Oh, yeah?" to Sally. "Yeah!" 

"Yeah?" he said, walking up a little closer to Sally. "Yeah!" she said and 
walked right up to him so her nose almost touched his. She stared real hard 
into his eyes, waiting for him to make the next move. 

Gino stepped back a drop and said "Yeah?" again. 

"This is getting rediculous. Either put up or shut up, punk," Sally said 
sternly. 

"You just name the place and say when. I'm ready anytime you are," said 
Gino, trying to put some conviction in his voice. 

"What's the matter with right now?" 

"That's all right with me," Gino said, doing his best to maintain his hitter 
image he needed as an excuse for some basic insecurities. 

"You got a place?" 

Gino hesitated at Sally's question. He tried to think of some way to get out 
of it and still save face. "You're lucky that my parents aren't working 
today. Otherwise, I'd show you a thing or two," he said rubbing his balls. 
Ed finally spoke up, and said, "No one's home in my house. My parents are in 
Florida for two weeks." 

Gino looked at Ed with the evil eye. He just glared at him, and almost 
wheeled off and belted him, but he was able to control himself. 

"Let's go," he said and started to walk off. 

"Why don't you come too, Josephine? And bring your friend," Sally said, 
motioning towards another girl standing nearby, who Sally knew to be one 
Sandy Amoras, a girl the age of Josephine and Sally. 

The five of them walked up to Ed's spacious house. It was a long walk to the 
big private house on the southern end of Bedford Avenue, but the weather was 
warm and it gave Sally some more time to let her confidence and will power 
come to the surface. 

She was sure that Gino would be as easy as Steve and by himself he wouldn't 
be worthwhile, but now there were four others and it would be good practice 
for Sally to try manipulating them and let them recognize her greatness. 

Not much was said on the way there. With every step he took, Gino was 
getting more scared and Josephine was beginning to realize how she was 
losing her hold on him. Sally noticed that with her keen sense of 
perception. But that wasn't exactly what Sally wanted because if the two of 
them recognized how scared they were of Sally they might try to team up 
against her and it would be harder to overcome two people. But if they were 
able to convince Ed and Sandy to team up against her it might get really 
difficult. But Sally's confidence was such that she was not even worried 
that she couldn't handle all four of them. 

Sally really didn't have a prepared plan on the exact methods she would use 
over them to cause them to admit defeat and her greatness, but she would 
just let it emerge. The only thing she would constantly be aware of, she 
told herself, is never to lose her confidence and be ready to call upon her 
second wind and dynamic energy that she found she possessed due to her 
experiences with Steve and Wanda and Angelique. Also, her knowledge and 
natural feel for the complexities of human behavior and sexuality. 

Now all of you readers, sit back and listen. Let's find out if Sally was 
able to emerge victorious. 

The five teenagers walked into the large basement of the house very silently 
and stood around as if there were eggs all over the floor. That is, it was 
as though they were walking on eggs. 

They all waited around looking from one face to another to see who would 
make the first move. 

No one wanted to be first. 

Ed, who was a virgin of course, rubbed his wet palms on the sides of his 
pants, hoping for some kind of action that would turn him on and possibly 
cause him to be ranked right up there with the main hitters and greasers of 
his school, like Gino. He looked at Sally's pretty face and saw the look of 
determination there. Then he looked at Gino and thought that Gino was also 
ready to do some kind of battle. However, Ed's perceptions weren't as sharp 
as Sally's and he could not tell that Gino was pretty much terrified of the 
situation. Ed really liked Sally, especially for the nice way she talked to 
him before, even though she did make that crack about his dick. He kind of 
hoped that Sally would win the battle, if indeed there was to be a battle, 
but he would try not to let Gino know that. 

Sally instinctively knew his position in the matter. 

Ed just figured that Sandy and Josephine were there for window dressing, but 
he liked the idea that those popular and good looking girls were in his 
house. They would have to recognize him, now! They did know who's house they 
were in, at least. 

The silence almost seemed deafening in the large room. No one as yet spoke a 
word. 

Sally stepped forward now. The room grew tense. 

She walked directly up to Gino, ignoring the other people in the room. She 
put her hands on her hips. She spoke: 

"All right, punk. Just exactly what did you have in mind?" 

Gino stood up next to her. She stared him in the eye real hard as he moved. 
Gino recognized that Sally was trying to grin him down. He hoped she was 
bluffing. 

"Just you get out of those tight threads and spread your legs, bitch," Gino 
said with the conviction he had acquired from that much memorized line. 

All eyes turned to Sally now. How could she reply? Gino had called her bluff 
and now she had to play her cards. 

Sally still stared directly into Gino's eyes and unbuttoned her top button 
of her tight pink shirt. 

A hush came over the other four people as she did so. Then Sally unbuttoned 
the next button of her shirt, revealing some interesting cleavage. 

She stopped. 

"Well, are you just going to stand there like a drooling idiot, or show us 
what you got inside your pants," was her reply to the drooling Gino. 

When Sally said that, Ed looked up because he thought she was talking to 
him. He had begun to lick his lips, too. You see, not only was Ed a virgin, 
but he had never even seen a naked girl before. 

Gino started to undress. He took off his leather belt with the big oucicle, 
making everyone there see how the belt might be used as a weapon. 

Sally, now for the first time felt a little quiver. "O.K., he's putting on a 
game show. That will just make it a little more interesting." 

Gino, after whipping the belt out of his pants, smiled all around the room 
and also at Sally. He tried to probe her face for some sign of weakness, but 
he found nothing he could use in her hard poker-faced manner. "All right," 
he figured, "I got to try to psyche this bitch out." He unzipped his 
dungarees with the metal stars running down the sides, and took them off. 

Standing there in only his black underpants now, he put his hands on his 
hips, stood up straight, looked directly at Sally,' and said, "O.K., it's 
your move, bitch." 

Sally didn't move. That is, move in any direction that Gino thought she 
might. Looking him directly in his eyes, she moved her head up and down his 
body, looking at his fly for an extra few seconds. 

When she did that Gino felt like putting his hands around himself and 
shivering. However, the other three people in the room motivated him, 
whereas, alone, he probably would have done that and fell down and kissed 
Sally's feet. But he just stood there, and showed Sally, by his expression 
that he was waiting for her. 

Sally, who had hoped for an early knockout right there, gave Gino credit for 
being gamer than she thought. She spread open her shirt where she had 
earlier unbuttoned it, showing a little more cleavage and some of the 
lighter colored skin of her tits. 

The . audience saw the move and all wondered what Sally would do next. 

"You do it," she said in her strong monotone, signifying that she wanted 
Gino to unbutton the rest of her shirt. 

Gino walked right up to her, so close that they could feel each others 
breath. He looked down at her cleavage. 

Ed pressed his hard-on down with both hands, breathlessly waiting for the 
next move. 

Gino put his hands on the lapels of Sally's shirt. He spread her shirt open 
as wide as it could go without tearing it. He looked at her white skin, and 
saw the contours of her breasts outlined through her shirt. He reached for 
the next button, all of them realizing that when the button opened, Sally's 
pretty tits would come bouncing out. 

Gino started to work his fingers to open Sally's button, but his hands 
started to shake. He fumbled around like a real schmuck, trying to open the 
button. He was getting so frustrated that he thought he might piss in his 
pants. 

"Fuck it!" he yelled. He grabbed the lapels of Sally's shirt and tore it 
open for all to see. 

Edward pressed heavily on his erection in his pants at the sight. But he 
could not control his throbbing cock as it started to spurt his come into 
his pants. 

Sally, obviously startled by Gino's maneuver, showed her first sign of 
weakness. She screamed a little. Just a little "ooh" but it was all that 
Gino needed to gain the leverage he needed and help restore his confidence. 
Josephine was somewhat ambivalent at the latest development. She was happy 
that Sally was showing weakness, but jealous that Sally's beauty caused Gino 
to do what he did next. 

Gino lunged at Sally now closing his arms around her, and forcing kisses on 
her lips. He held Sally's struggling face and body with all his might, and 
then grabbed and squeezed her tits, putting them into his mouth as Sally 
vainly tried to fight him off. He was feeling and kissing every inch of 
Sally's upper body, and then began to tear at her denim cut-offs. He was 
able to unsnap her button and wrestle the squirming and cursing Sally to the 
floor. 

Sally, realizing that it was futile to try to match her physical strength 
against the much stronger Gino tried to think of a way to prevent what she 
thought was going to happen to her. But she came up dry. Sally was really 
scared now, and everyone there knew it, and Sally knew that they knew but 
there was nothing that she could do about it. 

Gino was really going at it. He was treating Sally as though she were a rag 
doll, pulling her shorts down to her ankles as she lay on her back and made' 
her feet go up in the air, and Sally only had on her pink panties now as 
GinO finally dragged her shorts off over her sneakers. Sally tried to run 
and grabbed on to a pillar as Gino grabbed the elastic band of her panties 
and pulled. But they would not tear, and so Gino grabbed Sally around her 
waist and pulled her off the pillar, her fingers grasping air now. 

Sally was still not ready to accept the fact of her impending rape without a 
struggle, and she lashed out at Gino with her foot, trying to kick him in 
the balls, but Gino's quick reflexes enabled him to catch her foot be the 
ankle. Grabbing onto her ankle, he made Sally hop around on one foot, her 
large breasts bouncing as she maintained her upright but awkward and 
degrading position. 

Sandy put her hands over her eyes feeling humiliation for Sally, too, 
thinking that Sally let her down. Ed, who still had his hands over his pants 
covering the stain, noticed Sandy, but he also saw her peeking at the action 
through a crack in her fingers over her eyes, and thought it interesting. 

Josephine's hearty laughter could be heard by all. 

Sally fell on her back now, and tried to cross her legs, but Gino was too 
strong. He pried her legs open. He reached down to the ends of her panties, 
stepping between her spread open legs, and tugged at her panties. Sally's 
beautiful twat was now revealed to all. She had been exposed. She tried to 
put on a air of proud confidence for them all, but it was no use. Her 
beautiful body would not cause anyone to drop on their knees now, except 
maybe Ed, but even he, too, was getting excited by Sally's plight, and was 
drooling at the sight of her wide open beaver. Gino got the pink panties off 
Sally's legs and threw them in Ed's face who took a few prolonged sniffs, 
trying to be funny, and he did cause Josephine to laugh even harder. From 
the corner of her eye, Sally noticed Ed do that, and was even more degraded 
that a little schmuck like him could help make her seem foolish. 

Sally was almost ready to give in to Gino, but the thought of him standing 
over her, and her saying "thank you, you're such a real man," so repulsed 
her.. 

She was almost totally debased, almost totally helpless. She had to think 
fast. 

She had hoped his cock would be so very tiny, so she might try to intimidate 
him that way, but when Gino took off his underwear she saw a full grown cock 
of more than eight inches. Sally actually liked the look of Gino's throbbing 
member, and considered letting the grinning Gino have his way with her, and 
she might have if they were alone, but Sally's reputation was at stake now. 
If she gave in, she probably would become Gino's girl, and at least it would 
be a victory over Josephine, but Sally wanted more. Yes, Sally wanted more, 
and she was willing to gamble her whole honey pot for the stakes, victory 
over all. 

Suddenly Sally had a thought flash into her mind, that it was so simple she 
wondered why she hadn't thought of it already. It was because she let 
herself get into such a panic that she could think of nothing else except 
the present moment in its most superficial state. 

Sally was finally able to compose herself now, and lay back with open arms 
and waited for Gino to mount her and enter her. 

Gino, thinking Sally had given up and was ready to accept his authority, 
glanced around the room, took some bows, and grinned lecherously at the 
audience. He bent down to Sally, "Don't worry, baby, I won't be too rough," 
and Sally felt the warmth of his body upon her, and she used her willpower 
to still feel repulsed by him, but she just smiled at Gino, and Gino looked 
at her seductive features one last time, before he started to probe for 
Sally's opening, "You're gonna ge a great fuck, baby, just do that nice and 
easy now," he said as Sally reached to his cock and helped to guide it right 
up to her twat. 

"There, there, just one second, and you're gonna get the best fuck of your 
life," Gino said as Sally held his big thick cock in her grip. 

"Do you want to fucking bet, you Goddam pig!" Sally said real slow to him, 
all of her highest confidence returning to her, as she squeezed his nuts in 
her hand with all of her strength. The tables had turned so suddenly that 
everybody just looked at the sight with their mouths open, not being able to 
comprehend at first what had happened. 

That is, all except Gino who was writhing on the ground, doubled up in pain. 

Sally slowly got up, and casually brushed off her arms and stood over Gino 
like a conquering hero. 

Anyway that is how Sandy saw her, as she took her hands away from her eyes 
and laughed silently at Gino, the epitome of Male Chauvinist Pigism, now 
reduced to the status of a slave. Ed, who looked at super Sally thought to 
himself, wow, what a woman, as he looked at her regal posture in a state of 
awe. 

Sally looked around the room and was able to perceive the looks of 
admiration in the faces of Ed and Sandy, but she was able to see the not yet 
won over Josephine. Of, course, Josephine was glad that Gino had been 
brought down a drop, but that would also mean that her status would also be 
proportionately lowered if she continued to go out with him. But Sally was 
able to tell that Josephine begrudged her her victory, and would still be a 
somewhat formidable force to deal with in the future if she did not make a 
move now and get Josephine now, when the opportunity was there. 

It is not that Sally wanted Josephine to love her. She didn't even care if 
she hated her. What she wanted was for Josephine to stand in awe of her the 
same way that Ed did, or something similar to that, or like the way Sally 
felt about Wanda. That is the way Sally wanted Josephine to feel about her 
But how would she go about it. Sally wasn't sure, but she just wanted to get 
it in her mind what her goal was now. She said it to herself. TARGET: 
JOSEPHINE. 

You've always been a goddam tramp ever since I've known you." Josephine's 
venom really started to pour out, and she assailed Sally with every sort of 
curse word she knew. Sally just stood there smiling as Josephine's years of 
frustrations poured out at her, but Sally was immune to her invectives and 
Josephine started to repeat herself, ". . .You goddamn fuckin' bitch, I hate 
you, you fuckin' fuck, you," and Josephine, still not getting the 
satisfaction from her wasted words, ran over to Sally and started to claw at 
her and pull her hair, as they wrestled to the ground. 

Sally fought back. This would have to be it, she thought. She would have to 
beat her lifetime arch-rival right here and now, one against one in what 
Sally was ready and willing to see as a fight to the finish, to the death. 

First, as the two girls struggled, Sandy came running over and tried to pull 
Josephine off, but Ed spoke up and said, "Let them fight. It's my house," 
and looked on in excitement, hoping that his Oueen, Sally would win ' 
Sandy's civilized nature was easily pushed back into her bosom , and she 
proceeded to sit down and watch the barbaric spectacle, also rooting for 
Sally, equating Josephine as a dupe of the M.C.P. Gino. 

The two girls struggled on the ground, Josephine having the initial 
advantage, mainly due to her surprise attack, although Sally said to herself 
that she should have expected Josephine to do something like that, but now 
was no time to think of "I should have done." 

Sally looked up at Josephine sitting on her chest, and pinning her shoulders 
down on the floor, while digging her nails into Sally's face. Luckily for 
Sally, Josephine did not have as long nails as some women, otherwise Sally 
would have been a bloody mess. There were still a few scratch marks though, 
and Sally tried to kick her feet out and up at Josephine and wiggle her 
naked body all around in order to get Josephine off of her, but Josephine 
was determined, too, and hung on, holding onto Sally's long blonde tresses 
to keep her balance. Sally could almost feel her roots being pulled out of 
her head, and the pain so stimulated her that she was able to roll Josephine 
off of her, and stand up, although Josephine still held Sally's hair in her 
hands. 

Edward wondered how Sally would get out of the hold, and even considered 
stepping in to break it up, but thought better of it, and sat back and 
watched the action. Ed equated his proposal to lend a hand in the action to 
that of the Roman Gods he read about in Homer, who would lend an invisible 
hand to one of their favorite warriors. Edward always felt cheated when one 
of his heroes would win because of that, so he just sat back and hoped Sally 
would find a way to get out of her bondage on her own. 

As the two girls circled about the room, Josephine guiding Sally with her 
hands, their teeth clenched in rage, and panting heavily, Sally thought she 
saw an opening. She tried to kick at Josephine's cunt, but Josephine moved 
swiftly for the big girl she was and still holding onto Sally's hair went 
around to her behind, and pulled her head back, forcing Sally to her knees. 

Sally screamed out in agony, as Josephine took one hand off her hold on 
Sally's hair, as she screamed on her knees with her head held back, and also 
got down behind Sally, and tugged further on her hair. Sally could almost 
hear her scalp being torn by Josephine's strong clutches. Now, with her free 
hand, Josephine went for the icing on the cake. 

She grabbed Sally's right tit, and squeezed and pulled and yanked, as if she 
were trying to rip it off her chest. The anguished Sally, realizing that 
Josephine also was playing for keeps, tried to shake her head, in order to 
shake out the cob-webs, and think of what to do. Not only was her reputation 
at stake now, but also her life was at stake, as Sally screamed in pain, 
feeling a ripping type feeling coming from her breast. 

Sally could not see her tit because her head was pulled back so, but she 
noticed that Josephine had to stand in a kind of awkward position! in order 
to pull her hair back, and pull on her tit at the same time. 

Sally felt horrible. She had done so much. To lose it all now would destroy 
her. Sally's lifelong nemesis looked down on her and grinned. 

"I've waited so long for this." Josephine said. 

Sally saw that her only hope was to try for one of Josephine's feet, and she 
would have to do it in a hurry. She did not have much time left. Sally saw 
the final chapter of her life about to close unless she could act quickly. 

Sally reached out with her right hand, and tried to grab onto Josephine's 
thigh, but Josephine moved it out of the way. 

Was Sally's short life to end here? She wondered as she felt her tit start 
to get almost numb from the pain. Sally almost hoped she would lose 
consciousness, so that her dismemberment, her disfiguration, her amputation 
would be painless. 

Sally looked at Josephine's hand clenched on her tit, with a grip that was 
determined to hold on even if her hand were cut off. Sally tried to pull 
Josephine's wrist away, but that only made it worse, and Sally was almost 
hopelessly in despair, as she slowly slid her hand down Josephine's wrist, 
and could feel the quickened pulse beat in Josephine's finest moment. 
Weakened, Sally tried to do one last thing. She put her nail, short as it 
was into Josephine's wrist, trying to get a pressure point, but this only 
made Josephine more angry and she really squeezed her tit. "Owwwwwwww," 
yelled Sally, but still held on to her wrist. 

"Poor Sally," thought Ed. "She is going to be maimed for life in a moment." 
A tear started to swell up in his eye, as his new Goddess was about to go 
down in defeat. 

Sally now, more determined than ever, dug her thumb as far as she could into 
Josephine's wrist. 

But Josephine, so gratified with her apparent victory over Sally, 
concentrated on her victim and tried to put the slight pain in her wrist out 
of her mind. She had toyed with Sally long enough. She was ready for the 
kill. Just as she was about to reach down into her abdomen for that 
something extra to pull Sally's tit off, she felt a twinge of pain in her 
wrist. 

It wasn't enough to make her stop, but it did get her attention. She looked 
down at Sally and tried to shake Sally's hand off her wrist, at the same 
time shaking Sally's tit. 

Sally just pressed her thumb in Josephine's wrist as hard as she thought she 
could. 

Josephine, aware of Sally's pressure on her wrist tried to bear the pain, in 
favor of her more painful hold on Sally's tit and golden locks. But, 
Josephine started to concentrate on her wrist too much, now. Sally sensed 
this. She felt Josephine's grip on her tit soften a little. 

Slowly x ever so slowly, Sally started to regain an extra strength she 
didn't even know she had. Remembering how she endured the pain inflicted on 
her by Steve, Sally now used the utmost of her concentration to try to block 
out the pain she was feeling. 

She saw a vision of Angelique before her, begging Wanda to whip her, and 
sigh at one of the lashes of the whip. Sally was now able to use her pain as 
an advantage. 

Now, almost relishing in the joy of her suppressed pain, Sally dug deep into 
Josephine's wrist. 

She heard Josephine moan slightly, and that really turned Sally on. She 
squeezed even harder now. Sally was able to put a goal in her head again. 
That was to squeeze Josephine's wrist so hard, that she wanted to feel her 
thumb touch her fingers on the other side of Josephine's wrist. 

Sally noticed now that Josephine's fingers had slowly started to open around 
her breast. Sally grit her teeth and exerted her every last ounce of 
strength into her thumb, using every power of concentration she had and 
trying to transfer it to her thumb and other fingers, as if her mind or her 
brain, or her great driving force, her cunt, were now all working inside 
Sally's thumb. 

Josephine's hand began to loosen it's grip on Sally's breast to the extent, 
now, that there was only minimal pressure on her tit. 

Josephine made an agonizing animal like sound as she realized what was 
happening. 

Now her whole hand was off Sally's breast. Sally held Josephine by the wrist 
and started to lift her hand away, still keeping the pressure on. Still on 
her knees, Sally slowly began to rise very slowly, careful not to let go of 
her grasp on Josephine's wrist, and ready for any sudden movement Josephine 
might make. Josephine tried to pull Sally back down by tugging on her hair, 
but Sally smiled inside herself at the pain, and kept rising slowly. 

Josephine, realizing that she could not go on in that much pain, let go of 
Sally's hair, and twisted her wrist free from Sally's grip. 

But, now the two girls were even. Sally was free of Josephine's clutches, 
and slowly circled her, and Josephine did the same. 

Edward, watching the action, could not restrain himself, "Heeeeeeeyyyyyyy," 
he shouted, seeing his beloved escape her torment. Sandy too, did not try to 
prevent a big grin from coming to her face. 

The open show of partisanship in Sally's favor excited her. 

She looked for an opening at which to strike at Josephine. Josephine, scared 
now, that the tide of the battle had turned, still would not easily give up. 
Biding her time, to try to let the pain in her wrist go away, she went on 
the defense now, determined to prevent Sally from gaining another foothold 
on her. 

Sally studied the situation carefully. Although bruised, Sally did not let 
it enter into her mind. 

Sally began to pant heavily now, trying to let her energy restore itself. 

Confident that she was at the strength she needed, Sally took one last deep 
breath, getting ready to strike. 

Then letting out her breath, with a tremendous shout, Sally pounced on 
Josephine. She grabbed onto Josephine's face with both her hands, and 
started to dig her fingers into Josephine's closed eyes, as Josephine howled 
in pain. 

Next, Sally knead Josephine in the groin, right at the slit of her cunt, and 
Josephine doubled over. 

She was beaten, and she knew it and Sally knew it, as she continued to dig 
into Josephine's eyes. 

Josephine, realizing the tide had turned for the inevitable worse, let her 
body go limp as Sally continued to dig, pushing Josephine's eyeballs into 
her sockets. Sally lifted Josephine up by pressing up with her fingers in 
her eyes. Then she kicked her in the cunt with her knee again. Josephine, 
wishing to die, could not withstand the pain and was forced to howl again, 
letting the happy Sally know that there was still signs of life in her. 
Super Sally now tore open Josephine's shirt, exposing her big flabby 
breasts. Then she pulled the pants off Josephine's limp body. Josephine fell 
to the floor, blinded and naked. 

But Sally wanted more. 

Seeing her helpless victim spread out on the floor, Sally almost lost 
control. She stepped on Josephine's back and started to jump up and down on 
her, Super Sally's super tits bouncing up and down for Ed's pleasure. 

Josephine rolled over in agony, and Sally started to' dance on her front, 
hitting her cunt and tits and face and belly with the continuous dancing of 
her jumping feet. 

Gino, still doubled up in pain and writhing on the floor during the whole 
fight tried to roll over to his girlfriend, but Sally only jumped on him 
too, laughing as she did, and landing on his balls again. Sally, realizing 
her revenge might start to get out of hand, and not wanting to lose her 
audience, thought of a way to involve them in the fun. She noticed Sandy 
smiling at the show and smoking a cigarette. She called her over. Sally took 
the cigarette from Sandy and put it on the tip of Gino's cock. 

"Owwwwwwww," he cried, as he squirmed from the added pain, and grabbed his 
singed flesh with his hands. She gave the cigarette back to Sandy and looked 
at her. 

Sandy looked down at the miserable Gino, and saw all the years of 
discrimination and prejudice and bigotry and sexism on the tip of Gino's 
cock. Then she looked at Sally's dedicated eyes and saw her savior, the 
protector, the vanguard of her sex, and bent down and put out the cigarette 
on Gino's cock. 

Sandy felt delighted for her final touch. She had become part of the action. 
She was no longer a spectator. She pressed her cunt with her hands and 
squealed. 

Next, Sally asked Sandy for another cigarette, which she lit. Taking a puff 
from it, she looked down at Josephine who was more conscious and aware than 
Gino. Sally was glad. "You can't beat a dead horse," she thought. 

She rolled Josephine over to her front and bent down to her. Josephine still 
had enough left in her to put her hands around her breasts. 

Sally singed the hairs on her pussy, and touched her clit with the red hot 
cigarette. Josephine twisted and contorted her body and yelled a howl of 
excruciating anguish. But her travails were not yet over. 

Josephine looked up at Sally. The realization that there would be more 
anguish and also humiliation overpowered her. 

Sally now bent over Josephine again. "Kiss my foot." Sally told her. 
Josephine struggled to lift her head, but complied. 

Then Sally kicked her in the face, and the blurred vision of Josephine was 
finally able to see the supremity of Sally, and she lay back her head. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

For the next few days, Sally slept deeply, and peacefully. Her dreams were 
non-existent. She would sometimes think back to the recent turn of events 
during the past few days and swoon and masturbate herself with a 
satisfaction that could almost be termed spiritual. The lust and gluttony 
Sally just chalked up to a small sidelight of her rebirth. At school, Sally 
was starting to get rave notices due to the spreading of the gospel by her 
first two disciples, Edward the schmuck, and Sandy. Gino and Josephine and 
Steve also looked up to Sally now with fear and respect. 

But Sally wanted more. 

Sally had not seen Wanda since that first meeting at Wanda's pad near the 
Junction, and was hoping that she would meet her again. 

But she had no way of contacting her, and the apartment was vacant when 
Sally chanced to call on her beloved Wanda. 

One thing that Sally did however, was go to Times Square (Times Queer) and 
purchase a magnificently stitched Cat o' Nine Tails. She would spend an hour 
each day sharpening her aim and accuracy and precision and force. 

Sandy, Edward and Gino and Steve had spread the news of the coming of Sally 
so rapidly that she was much in demand by people at her school. They were 
people who seemed eager to believe Sally and people who did not believe her 
greatness and wanted to see for themselves and others who were jealous of 
her and wanted to challenge her. 

Edward's basement was starting to turn into a manger, there was so much shit 
going on there. Most of Sally's victims were easy, and she would hardly have 
to struggle. Practice was starting to make Sally perfect. 

Sally had received a big challenge though, one day that she was not able to 
turn down. It seems as though a group of girls, Paula, Joanne, and Arbor, 
had combined together against Sally and were plotting her downfall. When 
Edward the schmuck relayed the rumor of the challenge, Sally decided to take 
matters in her own hands and attack. The best defense is a good offense, 
thought Sally. 

Sally was able to get Edward to invite the three girls to Edwards' basement. 
The pretense of the invitation was a conference to iron out some peace terms 
for the four of them that would be totally acceptable for them all. Of, 
course, Sally had in her own mind what would be totally acceptable for her, 
which was a total and irrevocable victory over the three bitches. 

In attendance at that fateful encounter were Steve and Gino and the scarred 
Josephine, and Edward and Sandy. However, Paula, Joanne, and Arbor also 
brought another girl to be on their side, Judy. 

Sally looked at the four girls, trying to figure out who the leader might 
be, but it didn't seem as though any of them had leadership qualities among 
them, so Sally picked on the oldest, Arbor. Arbor was 22, and had a child by 
the name of Issac. Arbor had married at the age of fourteen, and a long 
seven years later her child came. The other three girls were still in their 
teens. 

Looking directly at Arbor, Sally said, "All right honey, what's the 
problem?" 

"I don't think there is going to be any problem, honey" Arbor replied with a 
tinge of wit. But Sally wanted to show that she knew the situation in all 
its complexities and would be blunt right from the start. She would not 
mince words, and would hit the nail directly on the head from the start. 

"Well, let's get one thing straight. No one says things behind my back and 
gets away with it." 

Somewhat surprised by Sally's directness, Arbor fumbled for a moment, and 
said, "Who's saying things behind your back, Sally?" 

"You are!" 

"I never said anything about you and neither did my friends," Arbor said 
looking at her cohorts. Paula shook her head and so did Joanne, but Judy 
remained stoic. 

Sally now pushed past Arbor and walked directly to Judy. "You got something 
on your mind?" Sally said. 

"Some of us think that you are getting a little too big for your britches, 
dear." 

"Well what do you propose to do about it," Sally told her. 

Judy the redhead replied. "I think you need to be brought down a little. I 
don't think you're as tough as you think." 

Now the other three girls walked up to Judy, gaining confidence in Judy. 

Sally walked over to the couch and took her whip from Edward the schmuck. 
She fingered the tails with a smirk on her face. 

The whole place wondered what super Sally was going to do. Three of her 
counterparts moved back a drop, but Judy remained steadfast. 

"What the hell do you think you're going to do with that toy?" 

So, Sally thought. Judy would be the one who would be the spokesman for 
them. 

Sally's retort was simple and direct. "Why, beat you with it, of course. 
What else?" 

Judy was surprised, to say the least, and her expression changed, losing the 
hardness she had glued on to her face. There was silence as no one moved. 

"Well, I see you have a whole crowd to help you," came Judy's reply. 

"Oh, no. They're just here to bear witness. They will not get involved until 
it's over," Sally assured her "Then how do you propose to beat the four of 
us by yourself?" 

"You'll find out soon enough." 

"Let me see that thing," said Judy, holding her hand out. 

"Tell you what. I'm going to show you how fair I can be. I'll let each of 
you go first." 

"Huh?" 

"You heard me. You can each have two shots on my naked back. Then I will 
only take two shots on your back. Then we'll proceed from there." 

Judy looked at her comrades, and they all nodded their heads. 

"Well, what happens if you can't continue?" Judy said. 

"Well, that's the idea of it. If I can't continue, I lose my turn. And if 
you can't continue, you lose your turn. I will be the last one left, I 
assure you, and you will have a chance to back out now if you each kiss my 
feet." 

Arbor waited for Judy to look back at them to see what their collective 
answer would be, but Judy was too insulted by Sally and did not consult. 

"Take your clothes off," she told Sally fingering the whip. 

"Good," replied Sally, and started to undress. 

Of course, Edward started to press down on his pants as the miracle of 
Sally's beautiful body was revealed. 

Standing proud and naked, Sally looked each of the four girls in the eye, 
and bent down on her knees and hands. She smiled at her disciples to tell 
them that everything would be all right. 

Paula was selected to go first. Paula nervously took the whip in her hand 
and held it down on her side. She lifted it up and like the way most girls 
throw a baseball she struck Sally's back. Obviously she did not know how to 
use a whip, and Sally winked at Edward, who seemed a little nervous, as the 
tails skidded along her back. The next lash also fluffed along Sally's 
strong back, and Sally thought it was like a back scratcher. 

"Well, Paula, I'm waiting. When are you going to hit me already." 

Paula huffed and turned her back on Sally in embarrassment. Sally's friends 
laughed slightly. Paula next handed the whip to Joanne. Joanne spit on her 
hands and rubbed them together, almost as if she were baptizing herself. 
Joanne was a bigger girl than Paula, and she seemed as if she could put a 
lot of force behind the whip. She leaned back with the whip. The strike made 
a sound on Sally's back that let everyone know that it was no feather. But 
Sally did not flinch. She felt it, though, but she knew that the sound was 
not as sharp as it could be, and therefore was almost wasted. Joanne took 
another shot and the blow came down hard, but also without the clarity of 
sound that is the mark of an expert. Sally absorbed the lash serenely. 

Now it was Judy's turn. She took the whip from a shaking Arbor. Judy was the 
most willing of the four, and she had a big grin on her face which Sally 
saw. "Good, that will make it even better," Sally thought, looking at the 
redhead. 

Judy leaned back and let it go. The whip flew out of her hand as it struck 
Sally's back. It was a hard blow, much like the style of Arbor's. Sally 
winced as a little red lash mark formed on her back. 

. Judy, seeing the possibility of blood, and the first sign of Sally 
starting to break, now did not wait, but struck again immediately, and the 
lash opened up a tiny cut. A trickle of blood appeared, but Sally was so 
happy she almost laughed out loud. It was her last lash. 

Sally got up slowly. She didn't even bother to rub. She stood up straight 
and looked the four of them in the eye, one at a time. Sally saw the fear in 
them all. This was going to be easier than she thought. Edward came up to 
his Idol and put a white towel around her back, but Sally threw it off and 
rubbed her cunt in pleasure. Sandy offered Sally some water. Sally accepted, 
and poured the water down her throat. Sally looked at the glass, and took a 
bite out of it with her teeth. Sally had learned that trick a long time ago. 
She chewed the glass as if it were lobster. The whole crowd looked at Sally 
in awe. 

Sally picked up the whip and fingered it. She looked at the wall and lashed 
at it, the echo of the crisp clear blow shattering the room. Arbor's eyes 
were bulging in fear. The other three girls looked at one another, but 
didn't say anything. 

Sally noticed Gino smoking a joint. She lashed out at Gino and the whip took 
the reefer right out of his mouth, without hitting him. She took a toke, and 
handed it back to the startled Gino. 

Next, Sally turned to the four girls, "Who's first?" she said triumphantly. 
None of them made a move, except Arbor who walked behind Judy. 

"Just to show you how fair I am, I'll give you another chance. You can walk 
out of here without one lash. All you have to do is kiss my foot." 

Arbor walked up to Sally and bent down at her feet. 

"No, don't!" yelled Judy. Arbor looked up at Judy then at Sally. She kissed 
Sally's pretty red toenails. Sally held up the bottom of her foot and Arbor 
kissed it again. Judy kicked Arbor in the ass and she fell over. 

"Do you accept me?" Sally asked Arbor. 

"Yes," Arbor replied. 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes, my Lord," came Arbor's spontaneous reply, surprised at herself for 
saying that. But she believed it to be true. 

Sally looked long and hard at Paula now. "I'll save you for last, bitch." 

"Does anyone else want to bow out?" Sally asked the other two girls. They 
said nothing. "All right, you," Sally said, pointing at Paula. "Take your 
clothes off and hit your knees." 

Paula stepped forward, forcing a nonchalant bearing to her countenance. She 
pulled off her polo shirt, revealing a pair of small pointy tits with small 
pink nipples. She was very frail, Sally noticed, and it would be easy to 
open her up, she thought. Paula took her pants off and her panties exposing 
her black curly pubic hair, upon which there was laughter and snide remarks 
about Paula's blonde hair on her head. 

"Well, I guess you still aren't as natural as you can get," Sally laughed. 
"Maybe we'll be able to fix that a little later. I don't like imitations," 
Sally said, fluffing her hand through her own patch of natural blonde locks 
on her cunt. 

"All right let's get on with it, bend down," and the terrified and 
intimidated Paula complied. 

Sally looked at Paula's skinny back and picked out the spot she wanted her 
strokes to land, the softest part just below the kidney. 

Sally leaned back, and with the graceful ease of a ballerina, and the force 
of a shot putter, she hit her mark. 

"Owwwwwww," screamed Paula, and tried to reach her hand around to rub the 
hit, but she could not reach it. There was a long red mark on her back. 

Sally struck again on the same exact spot. Paula screamed and fell down on 
her face. The mark was opened up now, and blood came out. Sally looked at 
her audience and there was applause for her. 

No one moved to help Paula, who was crying on the floor and looking up at 
Sally with hatred. 

"Now, you," Sally said to Joanne. "Unless you want to change your mind." 
Joanne debated within herself. She looked at the marks on the devastated 
Paula. Then she looked at Judy, then at Sally. She realized that there would 
be lesser strokes. But even so, she just could not comply. She also wondered 
what it might feel like. Her curiosity got the better of her, even though 
she saw no hope of defeating Sally under these " terms. Joanne slowly 
started to unbutton her shirt. 

The naked Joanne stood there for all to see. Edward pressed his cock down in 
his pants. The big girl with the brown hair put her hands over her cunt, 
ashamed of her nakedness. Then she hit the ground, shaking and waiting for 
her demise. 

Sally picked her spot. Joanne had a lot of meat on her. Sally picked a spot 
right under her shoulder blade where Joanne's position on the floor made it 
stick out. 

Sally concentrated real hard on the slope of her shoulder blade. She struck 
in a sliding kind of hit, so the lash of the whip would spread on her 
shoulder. 

"Yeeeoowwwwww," Joanne screamed, as a little piece of flesh was separated 
from her back. A cut was opened. Sally now had her bulls-eye clearly marked 
out for her. She hit it. The pain shot through Joanne's shoulder and up to 
her nerve centers like a flash of lightning. The blood flowed freely from 
her shoulder. But Sally was disappointed. She had hoped to break through to 
the bone. Well, another shot or two would do it. I hope I get the chance, 
Sally thought. 

Now, Sally looked at the proud Judy. Judy stared back at her, equally as 
hard, refusing to look at her wounded comrades. 

"And last, but not least.. " Sally said as she raised the whip. 

"What if I refuse to let you whip me or kiss your foot," said Judy. 

"I'm afraid you do not have that option," instructed the heroine. 

"Well, fuck you, bitch, I refuse, and you're not gonna touch me, or I'll 
kick your goddam ass all over the floor." Judy began to head for the exit. 

"Jesus Christ!" said Sally to herself. This is going to be more fun than I 
thought. Sally lashed out at Judy with the whip, wrapping it around her 
waist, and tearing her shirt slightly. Just as Judy was about to rush Sally, 
Sally pulled the whip and spun Judy around. With the quickness of a cat, 
Sally lashed Judy again, in her face, opening a cut above her forehead. Then 
as Judy covered up her eyes Sally struck again. This time it was on her jaw, 
and a big red welt appeared on the side of her face. 

In pain, but more from outrage, Judy tried to advance toward Sally. Sally 
hit her again right on her ribs. Judy screamed in pain this time, but still 
tried to grope her way towards Sally, with her hands outstretched, only 
rubbing the tattered cloth of her shirt slightly. 

With the lightening like flurries, that was reminiscent of the jabs of 
Muhammed Ali, Sally struck three times on Judy's ribs, tearing the shirt 
right off her. 

Just a simple flick of the wrist enabled her to do that. Stupidly, Judy 
tried to hide her pretty breasts, more worried that everyone would see her 
nakedness than she was about getting hit. 

There were cheers and bravo's from Sally's admirers, which now included 
Arbor. Paula now got up off the floor and tried to rush Sally. But Sally was 
too smart. Sally was in all of her supreme beauty now as she effervesced. 
Now one could touch her now. 

She lashed at Paula's ankles, wrapping the whip around them, and pulling her 
feet out from under her. Her ass hit the ground hard. 

Next she did the same thing to Judy, and she bit the dust too. They were 
both on the ground now, trying to cover up from Sally's blows. Sally was 
mainly interested in Judy and continuously at her corduroy pants trying to 
take them off of her. She hit Judy's legs about fifteen times in a row, each 
one tearing another piece of material off her pants. Paula would try to get 
up occasionally, but Sally would just knock her back down and the frustrated 
Paula would writhe on the ground. 

The group was excited now. The whipping was getting them hot. 

Judy was still cursing at Sally, as the last of her pants was torn from her 
body. She now only had on her yellow panties. Sally stopped hitting her long 
enough to let her get up. 

When Judy got up, Sally looked around the room and smiled at her admirers. 
Suddenly Sally threw her whip all the way up in the air. Judy looked at it 
for an instant. As she looked up, Sally grabbed Judy's panties with her 
hands, and pulled them down below her knees and caught her whip with one 
hand behind her back, and quickly struck Judy in the crack of her cunt from 
underneath, causing the whip to get stuck in her cunt and ass cracks. 

The whole gathering started to scream and whistle. They were slapping each 
other's palms at the sight of Sally's imagine and masterful display. 

Sally felt so good, not from the cheers, mainly, but from her skill, Sally 
felt real good about that, but she really didn't need that recognition then. 
She was exulting mainly in her own recognition of an act well performed, it 
was a marvelous feeling of self-expression, much the same way that Dr. J. 
might feel after leaping from the foul line and stuffing the basketball 
through the hoop backward Sally looked down on the ashamed and pained Judy. 
"Fell for the old look up in the air gag, huh?" she laughed. 

Judy was still too frustrated to talk, but tried to get up again. Sally 
struck at her panties between her legs. She let one of the tails wrap around 
it, and pulled. Judy's legs went up in the air, as her panties came flying 
off her. Sally threw the panties to Edward the schmuck who started to sniff 
them. He held his fingers to his nose, and said "phew!" much to the 
amusement of his peers. 

"Are you ready to get on your knees and take your two lashes?" Sally said to 
Judy, trying to cross her legs to cover up her cunt. It didn't matter that 
the bloody girl had already been lashed over fifty times. There was more 
technique than force behind the strokes, and Sally wanted to get her 
rightful due. 

"Fuck yourself," said Judy. She was too mad, and in need of revenge to 
consider the thought. "Good," Sally said and lashed her one right on her 
nipple. Judy screamed, and looked at her tit. When she saw her nipple she 
screamed. It was still on her tit, but it had been partially lifted. There 
was a reddish white substance coming from it. Sally did not hit her nipple 
again yet. She wanted to save it for later. The coup de grace was far off. 
Judy needed to be taught a lot more discipline. 

Sally looked at Paula lying there. "Are you ready to kiss my foot yet?" she 
asked her. Paula nodded her head. Sally hit Judy a real hard one now to give 
her something to think about for a while so Paula could kiss her foot. Paula 
grabbed Sally's calf in both her hands. Sally got scared for a moment that 
Paula would try to double-cross her, but Paula knew the consequences of the 
act she contemplated and planted a big kiss on Sally's toe. "Now you are 
mine." Sally told Paula. 

"I will help spread the Gospel," Paula replied, looking up into the deep 
blue eyes of her master. 

"Now you are alone." Sally said to Judy. "All this will be is a contest of 
how much you can take. I will think that much better of you if you are able 
to take a lot." 

"Go fuck yourself, you cunt." 

"Thank you," Sally replied earnestly. 

Sally looked up to the heavens and prayed for the inspiration to do a 
complete work of art on Judy. "Wanda, please help me. Let me do as you would 
do," Sally said to herself. 

The invocation to the Muse appeared to work. Sally took a deep breath, felt 
some extra power surge within the marrow of her bones and went to work. 

Sally waited until Judy lifted her head up. Then she struck. The whip rolled 
its way around Judy's neck. 

"Chhh. Uchhh. Uccchhhht." were the only sounds Judy could make. Sally 
loosened her hold slightly, but not enough to let her escape her torment. 
Sally lifted Judy up onto her feet, by pulling on the whip. The whip was 
now' around her neck the way a choker collar and leash goes on a dog's neck. 

Judy tried to move towards Sally, but Sally pulled the leash tighter. "Bad 
dog!" Sally admonished her pet. Judy stopped her advance when she started to 
choke again. Sally eased up on the leash. 

"Edward!" Sally called. "Get the scissors!" 

A look of fright came upon Judy's face. This was the first time all day that 
Judy showed fright, and Sally was pleased. The rest would be just playing 
out the string, but Sally wanted to play well. 

Edward, who had dashed off, hurried back with the scissors. "Cut her nipple 
off," Sally said with a winsome smile. 

"Nooooooo!! ! " Judy screamed. 

"Don't worry about her," Sally told Edward. "I'll do it anyway. You just 
watch how it's done." 

Sally put the scissors around Judy's nipple. It was the one that had been 
slashed already. Judy looked down at her tit, her mouth open wide in horror, 
waiting for Sally to close her thumb and index finger. Sally waited. And 
waited. 

The tension grew. The whole audience waited in suspense. 

Judy gave one last loud, "Nopooooooooooo!" 

Sally laughed. Just before she closed the scissors, she removed it about an 
inch away from Judy's nipple. At the sound of the scissors closing, Judy 
slumped to the ground and clutched her chest. She screamed in agony before 
she realized that Super Sally had not cut off her nipple. 

Sally wanted Judy to be conscious of her ordeal, and a missing nipple might 
be too traumatic for her, so Sally was content with the fright that Judy 
showed for the moment. 

Sally lifted her up again. She put the scissors around Judy's nipple again. 
She made her go through the same ordeal again. The result was the same, too. 

"Cut all of her hair off, Edward. You get a razor and help him, Sandy. You 
don't need any shaving cream, and I'm sure she won't complain if you use a 
dull blade." 

The whole crowd watched with fascination as Judy's long red hair was cut off 
her head, and Sandy shaved it off her cunt. There were come nicks, of 
course, but they couldn't be helped. All laughed as Judy showed her 
appreciation for her hair styling by screaming in almost melodic tones. As 
each drop of her red hair fell to the floor, Judy would sob uncontrollably, 
each cut making her louder than ever. 

As Sandy began to shave her head, Edward got a hand mirror so Judy could see 
what a good job they were doing. However, Judy did not thank them. After her 
head was completely shorn of every drop of red hair, Sally, who was still 
holding onto Judy with the whip, said, "I think you should give your barbers 
a tip. Or at, the very least, you could say 'thank you." 

Judy was still in some possession of her senses, as she gaped in horror at 
her bald pate. She kept her mouth shut, however. 

"Well, I can't force you to say thank you," Sally said. Actually, that was 
true, surprisingly. What Sally wanted was for Judy to say thank you without 
being forced. It would have to come on her own. That was what Sally was 
working for now. 

Sally bent down and ran her hand lightly across Judy's hairless cunt. She 
looked like a plucked chicken down there. 

Just to test how much more endurance Judy had left, Sally took the leash off 
of her neck. Judy just stood there, free, and rubbed her neck. Sally held 
the whip out to Judy. Edward and Sandy backed off a moment, wondering just 
what the hell Sally was doing. 

Judy slowly took the whip from smart Sally. Judy couldn't understand it 
either, but she didn't question the move. Sally got on her hands and knees. 

Judy struck Sally with the whip. Sally felt that there was still some 
strength in Judy yet. Judy hit Sally again, and there was a tiny red mark 
near the other one on Sally's beautiful back. 

Sally stood up now, and when Judy saw Sally thrust her white pointy bosom at 
her, fire came into Judy's eyes and lacking any self-control, she lashed at 
Sally's seductive tits and her chest. 

Of course, Sally grabbed the tails of the whip with her hand, and with a 
jerk pulled it out of Judy's hands. The whip belonged to Sally again, who 
now found out what she wanted to know. There was still a lot of life in Judy 
yet. "She's going to make a great pupil when this is over," Sally thought. 
There was still a lot of time to wait for it to be over, though. 

Sally forced Judy down on the ground again. She got Edward and Gino to pin 
her down. Sally then started to tickle the bottom of Judy's feet. Soon, Judy 
began to laugh. It was really insane, the whole thing, but it had to go on, 
was the general feeling. Sally would never run out of ideas, they all 
thought. 

Laughing hysterically, Judy hollered "Stop, stop!" but Sandy walked over and 
started to tickle Judy under her arms and stomach. 

Judy was laughing so hard now, that she couldn't even talk or take time to 
catch her breath. Tears were streaming down Judy's face. It really turned 
everyone on, because the whole place was now an uproarious scene of 
laughter, and everyone was tickling everyone else. 

"Cootchie cootchie cooo," they were all saying, while at the same time 
thanking Sally for letting them have that fun. 

The torment of Judy continued. She was so full of rage at her situation, 
that she struggled and squirmed with the added ferocity of a wounded lion to 
try to escape her torment. 

"Laughter is the best medicine," Sally told her. Edward was having trouble 
holding on to Judy, she was squirming so violently, and laughing so hard. It 
was a. contagious giggle that could make anyone laugh just by listening to 
it. 

Sally waved her hand and they all stopped. 

Judy still laughed, the sensations still following through. She slowly, 
gradually stopped shaking and laughing and tried to move, but she was pinned 
down. 

Sally snapped her fingers and the whole process began again. They kept it up 
longer this time, and the exhausted Judy was just about to pass out from the 
convulsions her body was going through when Sally waved her hand. 

Sally looked down at Judy. Judy looked up at Sally. Sally saw in Judy's eyes 
that she had admitted defeat. The admission came during the first episode of 
tickling, but Sally had wanted more, just to be sure. 

Sally made Gino and Ed sit down again. Judy did not move, except for a 
little snicker every now and then. Sally put her foot on Judy's chest and 
raised her hands in victory. Judy smiled. Sally stepped off and held up her 
foot for Judy. Judy kissed her soul. 

And now there were nine. Edward, Gino, Josephine, Sandy, Steven, Arbor, 
Paula, Joanne, and Judy. Of course, there were many others who had heard of 
and admired Sally by now, but these nine would be her vanguard. 

Sally looked up at the sky after Judy kissed her foot, and said to herself, 
"Thank you, Wanda. You spoke to me." 

Sally actually felt there was something supernatural about it. 

Sally looked at her people. They all looked back at Sally in respect and 
awe. 

"I need a sign," Sally said to all of them. "I must know that you are all 
ready to accept me and do anything I tell you. Who will volunteer?" 

They all stood up, even Josephine and Judy. Sally walked over to Judy and 
kissed her bloody forehead. "You have done enough for now, my dear." 

There was something about Arbor, though, that Sally wanted. It was something 
that Sally did not have and made her feel a bit uneasy. 

"You, Arbor! Step forward!" 

Arbor stepped forward. She was proud that Sally had selected her. Arbor was 
scared and glad at the same time. She was normally a very timid person. 
Arbor still did not understand how she got mixed up in this. But after 
watching Sally and feeling the brunt of Sally's venom, she started to get 
into the sexual overtones of it. 

Sally looked at Arbor. Sally wondered how to go about it. How could she be 
able to possess what Arbor had? she asked herself. 

It wasn't that Sally wanted a baby. She hated to care for them. But Sally 
did not like the idea of someone around her who had a baby. It gave Sally 
some inferiority feelings. 

Sally thought that she was more of a woman than any of them. Sally knew that 
it was a very womanly act to have a baby. That gave Arbor something to hold 
over Sally's head. 

Of course, Sally knew that Arbor would never intentionally try to intimidate 
Sally about that. If she did Sally would have to take some pretty drastic 
action, but that kind of action wasn't really Sally's bag. 

There would be times, Sally knew, when Arbor might casually mention that she 
had to feed her baby or something like that. Also, Arbor might even breast 
feed her baby. 

Sally tried to picture Arbor breast feeding Isaac in front of her. She 
became insanely jealous at the thought. Even though Sally got off on the 
fact that she had much bigger tits than Arbor, she thought that Arbor's 
breast feeding would tend to equalize the difference. 

But what could Sally do about it. It began to eat her up inside. Arbor was 
still standing in front of Sally and waiting. Sally sensed that the people 
in the basement were growing a little uneasy. They were all waiting for 
Sally to tell or do something to Arbor. Their fidgeting made Sally a little 
uneasy too. 

The pause was beginning to get a little too long. Sally knew that. It did 
not help her spirits any when she thought of the term that is used for that 
kind of awkward gap. 

It was a pregnant pause, Sally thought. 

She had to do something. 

"What the fuck is everyone looking at!" Sally yelled. 

The whole group began to stir. They were terrified. They all began to look 
down on the ground. 

Arbor also started to squirm. She was standing right in front of Sally, but 
she also started to look down at her toes. 

Sally stared at Arbor real hard. She looked up and down Arbor's slim body. 
She stared at Arbor's small tits. 

Arbor started to feel a little ashamed at the way Sally looked at her. 

Good. Sally thought, she's self-conscious about her body. I'll be able to 
use that against her. 

She would make it final and definite that Arbor was not half the woman that 
Sally was. Even with the baby, Sally would still be superior to Arbor. That 
is, if her plan to intimidate Arbor worked. 

Sally touched Arbor's tits with her fingers. She squeezed them. They really 
were tiny titties. They seemed to be nipples that extended from her chest. 
They were large nipples though. 

Arbor started to squirm a little when Sally squeezed her tits. Sally grinned 
at Arbor. 

"They're not very big, are they?" Sally said. 

At the sound of Sally's words, everyone else looked up. They wanted to see 
what was going to happen. 

Arbor did not answer. 

"I asked you a question, you flat chested bitch!" 

"No, I guess they're not," Arbor said. She looked down at her small tits and 
put her arms around them. 

"How the fuck can you feed your baby with them little buttons?" 

Arbor mumbled, but everyone heard it anyway. There were a few snickers when 
they heard what Arbor said. 

"I can't breast feed him. There's not enough milk. They're too small." Arbor 
started to cry. 

Sally would only have to rub it in a little further. 

She called Edward over to her and whispered something to him. 

Edward dashed off and returned in an instant. He handed Sally a yellow tape 
measure. 

Arbor looked up at Sally. When she saw the tape measure, a slight fear came 
into her eyes. 

"Edward has tits as big as yours, you half-woman!" Sally yelled at her. 

"Get up!" demanded Sally. 

"Measure my tits, Edward." 

Edward put the tape measure around Sally and drooled. 

"Thirty seven," he said. 

"Now, put your arms out, bitch!" 

Arbor complied, but very slowly. 

"Measure her. Let's see how much of a woman she is!" 

Edward put the tape measure around Arbor's slim body. 

"Thirty two and a half," he smiled. 

They all started to laugh. 

All except Arbor who sank to her knees and cried. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Sally still continued to go to school and work in the Easy Moon diner. Weeks 
passed and Sally's reputation grew. She performed many miraculous things 
with the whip. She also was able to control fire a little better, too. 

In the middle of a chemistry class, Sally put lighter fluid on her arm. Then 
she lit a match, and a beautiful blue flame appeared on her arm. Sally 
quickly shook her hand and the flame went out. The whole class stared in awe 
at the sight, but that was really nothing for Sally. Soon, even the teachers 
began to be scared of Sally and held her in a special kind of esteem, 
although many of them did not think Sally to be what they said she was. Many 
teachers were jealous of Sally's infringement on their authority, and 
conspired against her. The police were also informed of some of the things 
Sally did. 

Sally began to be harrassed continuously, now. Sally was not scared, and was 
prepared to win over the authorities, or go down trying. She still continued 
to work on her job and go to school, mingling with the people as she did so, 
bringing a lasting joy to many poor and decrepid soul. But Sally took most 
pleasure in bringing the proud ones down to their knees. The bigger the 
battle, the greater the victory. Sally had some wounds, but they were healed 
quickly, and the pleasure obtained in receiving them made Sally ignore the 
bad parts about them. 

There was still something missing in some of the pains Sally endured. She 
liked the pains. A cut from a lash, some slaps in the face, they were all 
pleasing to her. But Sally needed a pain that would not be pleasing. She 
needed it because she realized that some of her enemies might some day try 
to use them against her 

Sally wanted to be immune to them. But, in her small battles, there was no 
one around to give it to her. 

But, where was Wanda? Sally looked high and low for her, but she was nowhere 
to be found. Her apartment was empty. All the furnishings had been removed. 
Sally would sit up at night and literally pray for Wanda to contact her. 

It was on a Sunday night at the diner that an important change happened in 
Sally's life. The regular crowd of rejects from the closed down Garfield's 
Cafeteria were there. But a bunch of people that Sally did not recognize 
walked in, one at a time. Sally began to suspect something. She continued in 
her chores. But Sally recognized one of the men who sat down at the table. 
It was the father of one of the kids who had joined Sally's throng of 
admirers. He sat down next to three other burly men. Sally knew what they 
wanted. One of the men motioned for the manager to leave. He did. Sally was 
there alone. 

The biggest of the men walked up to the counter. "Are you the one known as 
Sally?" he asked her. 

Her test was about to begin. 

Sally began to finger the whip under the counter, in expectation. She hoped 
it would not come to that because there were ten big men in the diner that 
Sally would have to contend with. 

"That's me," Sally said, smiling at the man. 

"Word is that you perform some pretty funny tricks." 

"They're not tricks. I take them very seriously," Sally replied, not backing 
down. 

"Well, let's see one of them. Put on a little show. I want to see if what 
they say is true." 

"I do not do my work here. There must be a noble purpose for my art, if I am 
to continue." 

The man looked hard and long at Sally. He picked up a soda bottle and 
smashed it on the counter and held the ragged edge of the broken glass at 
Sally. "This bottle is your noble purpose, you slutty bitch,"he yelled, and 
the other men got up to look at the confrontation. 

Sally looked at the bottle. She agreed that the preservation of her life was 
a noble purpose. She put her face closer to the bottle. She got up real 
close to it. She began to study the jagged cut with fascination. What 
happened next, none of those men will ever forget. 

Sally grabbed the large soda bottle in her teeth. She pulled it out of the 
man's hand. She held it in her hand now. She looked at the crowd watching 
her. She smiled at them, a most seductive smile, that would have sent most 
men panting. But they were not impressed. Obviously, they had been warned 
about her. 

Sally knew that she was in a lot of trouble. But she was ready for it. She 
was eager to take on the challenge. 

She did not permit herself to think of the odds that seemed to be stacked 
against her. There were ten burly men just waiting for the slightest 
indication to attack Sally. Sally knew how much each of the men wanted to 
plug her. She would be able to use that knowledge in her favor, she thought. 

She would be the seductress and they would be the seductees. Sally planned 
to use their own lechery against them. She would try to divide them and 
cause them to turn on each other. 

Sally opened the top button of her shirt. She spread her lapels open a 
little. Sally saw the leering looks on the mens' faces. Soon she would begin 
to wrap them around her little finger. 

Pilot had his mouth wide open. Sally was tempted to stick the bottle in it. 
But she did not. That may have been her biggest mistake. 

Instead, she looked down her shirt and smiled. She looked at her beautiful 
tits and watched Pilot stand on his toes to try to see. 

Sally handed the bottle to Pilot. Pilot looked at the bottle. Then he threw 
it down on the floor. He reached for Sally, and grabbed her by the shirt, 
tearing it open, as he dragged her over the counter. The sight of Sally's 
beautiful boobs sent him into a frenzy, but Sally had managed to grab her 
whip as she went over the counter, and began to lash out at the charging 
Pilot. She got it around his ankles and sent him crashing down on the floor, 
right onto the broken glass, cutting his hands severely. At the sight of 
their leader on the ground the other men rushed Sally. She valiantly struck 
at them with her whip, sending three of them to the floor, and two others 
clutching at their torn eyes. But they were too many for Sally. 

They pinned Sally to the table. Two of them held her legs, and two more held 
her arms. Sally stopped struggling, and tried to prepare herself for what 
might happen to her. Pilot got up off the floor, and looked down on Sally. 
He wiped his bloody hands on her face. Sally spit in his eye. 

He grabbed Sally's pants, unhooked her belt and pulled them down. When he 
got it to her ankles, the two men holding her down, let go so her pants 
could be pulled off. 

Sally did a backwards tumble, and was standing on her feet, free of the men. 
She ran for her whip again, but she was surrounded, as one of the men, 
stepped on her hand as she bent to pick up the whip. Six big men lifted the 
struggling Sally up and put her back down on the counter. 

She was pinned to the table again. As Pilot pulled her underpants down, the 
other men began to fondle her tits, squeezing them very hard, and nibbling 
on her nipples. Sally was repulsed by their smelly odors and their rough 
attemp at love making, but it didn't seem as if there was anything she could 
do about it. 

Pilot started to take his pants down. Sally almost puked when she saw his 
large cock twitching at her. 

The men let go of her ankles just as Pilot got on top of her. She squirmed 
and struggled, but Pilot was too big and strong. She tried to cross her legs 
but some men pulled them apart. She would not let them have any 
satisfaction. 

Pilot tried to pry his enormous hunk into Sally's crack. But she gritted her 
teeth and used all of her will power and strength not to let the penetration 
take place. Pilot kept humping at her and rammed his pile-driver into the 
tender skin of Sally's flesh. The pain was tremendous. She could not stop 
his thrusts forever, Sally knew, but she would not give up. She did not want 
them to get any satisfaction from her as long as she could help it. Pilot 
was breathing heavily, as he jabbed away at her cunt, trying to enter the 
heavenly kingdom by his force. 

Sally put it in her mind to resist to the very end. Her strength would not 
be compromised, she told herself. 

Pilot, slumped down on super Sally, appeared as though he had had it. Sally, 
grateful, for the break, let her guard down for an instant. In this game of 
devour or be devoured, that was not the wisest choice for Sally to make, and 
she would have many second guesses for what happened next. What happened 
could all be traced to Sally's moment of laziness. 

Pilot, sensing that Sally had relaxed, came to life again. He stuck his big 
ugly ass up in the air, and with the element of surprise, entered into 
Sally's delicious thrill-giving honey-pot, with a desperation lunge. But he 
made it. 

He sighed the sigh of an animal who had chased a game for centuries, and 
finally caught it. He was Captain Arab killing Moby Dick. Sally, the Great 
White Whale, was finally harpooned. 

Sally, the Great White Whale yelled with an agony befitting the Great White 
Whale. The whole crew of the Easy Moon basked in the glory that was theirs. 

"Noooooooooo," cried Sally. "How could I have been so stupid?" she asked 
herself, as Pilot breathed his smelly breath in her face and sighed while 
fucking Sally. Sally's sore cunt accepted the slime that came from Pilot's 
big stick. She tried her best not to show any pleasure for the rape. She 
tried to make her expression convey that she was neither turned on 
norgratified by the entrance into her. As the big ugly Pilot humped up and 
down on top of Sally, one of the other surly men, walked around to Sally's 
face and whipped out his cock. When Sally saw him start to jerk himself off, 
she spit on his cock, but the brute just laughed at Sally and spit on her 
face, making sure that it was a good healthy clam filled with mucus that 
landed upon Sally's innocent, but stoic face. Sally did not give him the 
satisfaction of crying at the phlegm on her face that spread out over her 
nose and lips, although she did not open her mouth. 

One of the other men was trying to pull Pilot off of Sally so he could have 
his turn, but Pilot wanted more. The man jerking off on Sally's face yelled 
out, "Yahooo," and his jism landed in long spurts on Sally's face and neck, 
mingling with the phlegm, on her lips and nose. Sally was teething with 
rage, and already plotting some fantastic kind of revenge for the bastards, 
if she ever got out of that mess. 

Pilot finally got off of Sally, mad at the guy who wanted to have a go at 
her. Another big fat slob got on top of the enraged Sally now, and he 
started to hammer away at her juicy cunt. Sally fought him all the way, but 
she was considerably weakened by her last efforts, and had to submit 
eventually. 

"I am going to be ruined, if this keeps up," Sally thought as the cretin 
continued to infest Sally's hole with his big bony cock. But she could do 
nothing except be as strong as possible. She was determined not to give any 
quarter, even if it cost her her life. 

As the third man now got on top of Sally, she was so weak, that his cock cut 
into her cunt after only a couple of thrusts. The pain in Sally's cunt had 
now reached a point where she could not ignore it. She tried to put it into 
her head that she should accept the pain and try to like it. However, she 
was not able to do that completely because of her weakened condition, and 
the fact that she was getting fucked. "I hope this is not one of those kinds 
of pains that I am not able to bear," Sally thought to herself. "Well, I 
guess I'll just have to try as hard as I could to get used to it. It will be 
good practice, at least, and will make me a little more immune, if this 
should ever happen again." But the idea of it happening again made Sally 
shudder. This was still not over. Although Sally sent three men away with 
torn eyes, there were still four more who had not had a chance at her wide 
open beaver. 

As Sally looked up at her conqueror, she became even more repulsed. He had 
rotting yellow teeth and his drool was rolling down his chin and dripping 
down on Sally's already smeared face. However, just as she was starting to 
grit her teeth in anticipation of the cocksucker's come, she felt a sharp 
pain coming from one of her toes. She was able to lift her head a drop, just 
enough to see what was happening to her small toe on her right foot. 

Pilot was sticking a pin under her nail. Sally screamed in pain. The pin 
seemed to be going deeper into the sensitive flesh under her red little 
toenail. She could not hold back the scream, it was so painful, and for 
Sally to show recognition to the tormentor it really must have been 
something awful for poor Sally. 

Pilot, hearing sad Sally's scorching scream, was only turned on by it and 
started to work the pin around underneath her toenail. His laughter, was so 
loud it almost drowned out Sally's screaming. When the pin came out at the 
end of Sally's joint, Sally quivered with fright. Pilot laughed some more, 
and twisted the needle from both ends. 

He pulled out the needle, causing a further stab of pain to go shooting 
through Sally's tattered nerves. He really started to play havoc with 
Sally's nerves when he lit a match. Sally now realized how some of her 
victims must have felt, but she told herself that she was much stronger than 
any of them. That's why she was able to be in the great position she was. 
She thought about that a second. 

"Ha, great position!" she thought. "Here I am flat on my back with a crew of 
red neck degenerates torturing me. Some great position!" But then Sally 
thought of all that she had accomplished, and that was something to console 
her in her pain. Sally could feel the heat of the fire near the arch of her 
foot. 

She did not flinch. 

"Now, you fucking whore, we're going to start to tickle your feet now so you 
could start laughing," Pilot told her sarcastically. 

"Wait a second," Sally thought. "He's just given me a great idea." Sally 
thought back to the time when Steve was smacking her in the face, and to the 
time when she was tickling Judy. 

As she felt the fire scorch her skin, Sally burst out in laughter. She 
started to laugh as her blistered skin crackled from the fire, and Pilot 
looked at the other men who just shrugged their shoulders at the sound of 
Sally's laughter. 

They didn't understand. 

Laughter, at this time, was the best medicine. Sally thought this, as she 
was unconscious of the pain, now. 

Pilot got really mad at the laughing, and even the sight of the bubbling 
blisters on Sally's foot could not make him happy. He ordered the cocksucker 
on top of Sally to get off. He took a newspaper and rolled it up. He poured 
gasoline on it. 

Sally stopped laughing. Pilot started to laugh. He lit a match. He put the 
match to the newspaper. It looked like a torch. He held the torch over 
Sally's face. Sally's eyes bulged with fright. She tried to laugh, but only 
a little snicker came out of her mouth. Pilot slowly moved the torch down 
Sally's body. Sally could feel the heat as it passed over her tits and 
belly. 

Pilot came to a stop when the torch was a few inches directly above her 
cunt. Pilot began to slowly inch the flaming torch closer to Sally's curly 
bush. 

Sally looked down at the torch which Pilot held there to torment her. He 
lowered it a drop. Sally smelled some of her beautiful blonde pubic hair 
being singed. Pilot was really gloating now, as Sally's face became twisted 
with fright. 

He held the torch over her cunt, continuing to singe her curly locks. 

The men started to chant, "Lower, lower," and the whole room took up the 
chant, "Lower, lo-wer, lo-wer, lo-wer," and Pilot began a countdown. 

"Ten-nine-eight-seven-" Sally closed her eyes and gave one last long scream, 
letting it all out of her, and did not worry about the slime that rolled 
into her mouth. 

"YIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" 

Then she was silent as the countdown continued. 

"Four-three-two-" 

Just then it seemed as though a whirlwind struck. 

The door was flung open and there was Wanda standing there in all of her 
glory. There were two men behind her. 

Wanda stood there for a moment with her feet apart, her long black leather 
shining in the darkness. Her whip was in her hands. 

All eyes turned to Wanda. She moved so fast it seemed like a blur. The next 
thing Sally knew, there were seven men rolled up in agony on the floor. 
There was blood all over them and their clothes, for those that still had 
them on. Sally got up. Sally's feet did not even hurt as she walked along 
the floor. It was as though she were walking on water, she felt so free and 
easy. She looked down on the men, and then up at Wanda. 

In a booming voice, Wanda spoke. 

"You want miracles, you'll get miracles!" came the resounding voice. Pilot 
was closest to her and he was lying on the floor rolled up and clutching his 
balls. A torn off tail of the whip had him by the balls like an octopus, and 
he was trying to unwrap the coil, but just as he got it around, it curled up 
around his balls, almost as though it were alive. 

Wanda took out a little metal case from one of the pockets of her jumpsuit. 
She opened the little case and turned it upside down. Sand started to fall 
out. But there was not just a little sand, there was a lot. It kept spilling 
on the floor, making a hill that was two feet high. The hill tapered off to 
almost a point on the top. It wasn't a point exactly because there was a 
small hole in the very top of the hill of sand. The two large men who were 
with Sally lifted up Pilot, first taking the coil off his balls. He breathed 
a sigh of relief when they did that, but his fortune was not turning for the 
better. 

"Big Bernie G., " said Wanda to the larger of the two men on her side. "Put 
him on the ant hill!" 

Big Bernie G. lifted up Pilot like he were a sack of feathers and deposited 
him right on the point of the hill. It was as though he were taking a shit. 
The totally devastated group of men looked up from their miseries at the 
miracle that was being performed before their eyes. 

Sally was exulting in the revenge, but she wanted to help Wanda. Not that 
Wanda seemed to need any help, but Sally just wanted to take part in the 
festivities. 

Pilot squirmed on the ant hill. 

"How can we keep him on the ant hill?" Sally asked Wanda, in a tone that let 
Wanda know that Sally had an idea in mind. 

Wanda gave the kid a chance. 

"Do your thing," she told Sally. 

Sally lit a torch. Pilot's eyes almost bulged out of his head as he saw his 
own weapon about to be used against him. Sally lifted up Pilot's feet as Big 
Bernie G. held Pilot on the ant hill. Just before Sally put the torch to 
Pilot's arch, Pilot yelled and lifted his ass off the anthill with a great 
force, but Big Bernie G. pushed him back down again. Sally wanted to make 
Pilot feel more pain from the fire than from the red ants crawling up his 
ass-hole. She ran the flame all over his sole, but as the. skin began to 
scorch and become black, Sally noticed that his soul was already scorched on 
his left foot. She wondered where it came from, but did not think about it 
too much. When enough of Pilot's skin was scorched and burned and melted 
from the heat, Sally grabbed his calf and stuck his foot on the floor. 
Pilot's steady loud wail increased in loudness at the thud of his foot being 
implanted on the ground. 

"You have done well for yourself, my daughter," Wanda told Sally, putting 
her arm around the kid's shoulder. 

"What about the rest of them?" Sally asked, again letting Wanda know that 
Sally had another idea. 

"It's your show, kid," Wanda told her. 

"Well, if we had some vises, we could really perform some cool miracles," 
Sally said. She knew that Wanda would be able to produce them without too 
much contrivance. She was right, too. 

"Seven vises coming up," Wanda said. 

Big Bernie G. left and returned, bringing the vises into the diner. Sally 
thought it was very strange that they should be available. 

Sally screwed the seven vises onto various parts of the wrecked counter of 
the Easy Moon Diner. 

Sally knew that this was the best thing to do in this particular situation 
at present which she had to deal with. 

She tortured others and pulled them by their cocks to the vises. She was 
able to put their cocks in the vises without much resistance and needed no 
help from Wanda and Big Bernie G. Sally went into the back room of the diner 
and took out the welding machine. She welded the vises shut, careful not to 
burn their cocks too much. 

Then Sally got some silver wear out and started to sharpen some knives, 
seven in all. 

"You're not going to cut our dick's off, are you?" said one of the men in a 
stuttering frightened voice. 

Sally looked at the men slyly, as she continued to sharpen each blade. Sally 
said. "Of course I am not going to cut your cocks off." 

All the men breathed a sigh of relief, and for an instant their pains seemed 
to go away. 

Sally started to spread gasoline around the diner. 

"Oh, there's a back door in here," Sally told them. She handed each of them 
a knife. 

"Will we be ready to leave soon?" Sally asked Wanda. "Whenever you feel up 
to it," Wanda replied. 

As the men took the knives from Sally, the blank expressions on their faces 
blended with their torment and they wondered why Sally gave them the knives. 

"See, I told you I'm not going to cut off your cocks," salacious Sally told 
them. She poured a little more gasoline on the floor and walked over to 
Wanda near the front door. She made sure to pour some by the front door, 
although she did leave a path for the back door. 

"You see, I'm just going to set this place on fire," Sally told the men with 
their cocks in the welded vises. "You're going to cut off your cock's," and 
Sally and Wanda all laughed hysterically at the funny joke. Big Bernie G. 
was laughing so hard, that the building almost seemed to shake as he held 
his large stomach. Big Bernie G. was really big, and his laughter made his 
whole body rumble. 

Just then, they all heard sirens approaching the diner. A look out the door 
showed a convoy of police cars coming up Flatbush Avenue. They all stepped 
out the door. Sally dropped the burning torch on the floor, and the place 
went up in flame. 

"Quick," Wanda said. "Into the car." There was a big white Rolls Royce 
parked in front of the diner and Sally and Wanda and Big Bernie G. all got 
in, with the other man, who had done almost nothing the whole time driving 
the car. 

The big white car sped off. Sally was still naked. The soft velvet 
upholstery of the car tickled Sally's thighs. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Sally was really grooving now. Although she still had a few souvenirs on her 
body from that escapade at the diner, it didn't really bother her. She was 
with Wanda now. 

She was so happy now. She knew that the scars, both mental and physical, 
would go away. Sally decided not to pursue that question she asked herself. 
She would find out if Wanda wanted her to. Sally was content to just let 
things happen without analyzing them as they happened. 

Sally was very much impressed with Wanda's house. There was the seclusion. 
It seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Some wooded area of upstate New 
York. Sally had seen no signs of human life for miles. There would be 
privacy. Sally and Wanda could be together, alone and in love at last. Or so 
Sally thought. 

The large black, red and gold house was Wanda's special place. Sally felt so 
honored that Wanda would have her there. 

Wanda took Sally into a large room in the basement of the house. 
Immediately, Sally began to get worried. Sally saw some pictures on the 
walls that sent shudders down her spine. There were different settings for 
all of the paintings, but there was one thing common to them all. There was 
a woman with a pained and frightened face. 

Many of them were tied down with their arms and legs to a table. Some had 
lash marks on them. Others were bent over in ridiculous positions. Sally 
looked at them with bulging eyes. Maybe they're just some more pieces of 
artwork. Sally thought. 

Sally tried to put them out of her mind. Wanda would not make her into one 
of those women, Sally hoped. 

Sally looked around the room some more hoping to find something more 
pleasant for her to look at. She saw some books on a shelf. It did not 
comfort Sally at all when she saw that many of them were by or about the 
Marquis de Sade. 

Uh oh, Sally thought. I hope I haven't gotten myself into anything. Well, I 
know that Wanda will treat me nice now, after all that we've been through. 
I'll do anything she says, anyway, Sally thought. 

Wanda had been watching Sally look around the room. She guided Sally to a 
couch. They sat down. Wanda put her arm around Sally. . Sally looked up at 
Wanda and thought that all of her fears were for nothing. That was her Wanda 
with her arm around Sally's shoulder. Sally loved Wanda. She saw the soft 
white skin of Wanda's breasts outlined against the dark skin of her chest. 
Sally wanted to see. more. She wanted to put her head against Wanda's bare 
bosom. She wanted to put Wanda's beautiful breasts in her mouth. She wanted 
to suck on Wanda's tits. She wanted to see Wanda's beautiful cunt. She 
wanted to put her face into it and sniff the beautiful aroma that would 
surely come from Wanda. Sally wondered if Wanda's shapely ass were as white 
as the cleavage of her tits. 

Sally could not restrain herself any longer. 

Sally reached over to Wanda and put her hand on Wanda's chest. She ran her 
fingers lightly across Wanda's cleavage up to the point where the button of 
Wanda's leather shirt was. It felt so nice. Sally was going to unbutton 
Wanda's top button. 

Wanda smacked the back of Sally's hand and stood up. 

Wanda smacked Sally on the face with the back of her hand and stood up. "Not 
yet!" Wanda said. Sally's lips curled down. Her eye's grew red. She fought 
the tears. 

But she did say not yet, Sally thought. Then at least there will be later, 
she hoped. 

"When can I get to see and touch you, beautiful?" Sally asked. 

"No one looks upon me!" 

Sally was saddened but did not say anything. Her face told the story. 

"Maybe there will be a time when I let you gaze on me. I might even let you 
fuck me. But when I think you're ready." 

Of course, if anyone else had said that to Sally, there would have been a 
war. But there was something about Wanda that made Sally respect her wishes. 

"Come with me." Wanda said. "I'm going to show you some other parts of the 
house." 

Sally hesitated, but got up and walked along with Wanda. 

They went upstairs. They came to a big green door. 

Sally heard a girl scream. It came from the room. There was more screaming. 
There was more than one girl in there, Sally realized. 

When Wanda put her hand on the doorknob, Sally tensed up. There was 
something awful going on in there, Sally thought. She had to find out. Even 
if it would shock her, she had to know. 

Wanda opened the door. 

Sally screamed. 

There was Big Bernie G. He was naked. His tremendous hard-on was twelve 
inches long. There were two Japanese girls on a bed. They were screaming. 
Their faces looked just like the other woman in the paintings. 

But that is not what Sally screamed at. 

Big Bernie G. was standing on the bed and looking down on them. He was 
staring at their pussies. The two girls were pleasingly plump. Big Bernie G. 
bent down to their pussies. But he did not eat them. He had a tweezer in his 
hand. Each time he bent down he pulled a black hair out of their cunt. Then 
he would jump up and down on the large bed and laugh. The shackled girls 
were helpless. 

Sally watched in horror. But she could not take her eyes off the horrid 
scene. It was so frightening to her, that it was almost gross. Sally watched 
the girls scream every time a hair was pulled out of their cunt. It was one 
of the most humiliating things that Sally had ever seen a woman experience. 
And Sally had seen a lot. And she had done a lot. "You don't like that, do 
you?" Wanda asked Sally. Sally did not answer. 

"Do you?" Wanda said again, but more forcefully. 

"No," Sally answered. 

She had answered in the negative in response to the question. 

"Hey, Big Bernie G." called Wanda. 

Big Bernie G. stopped what he was doing immediately and looked at Wanda. 

"Crawl under the bed and hide!" she ordered. 

Big Bernie G. now became a meek slave. He got off the bed and stuffed his 
big bulk underneath it. 

Sally was very impressed. 

Wanda guided Sally out of the room and into a hallway. 

They came to another room at the opposite end of the hallway. Wanda stopped 
Sally at the door. 

Sally had thought that there was some kind of heating plant or something in 
that room. There were noises that Sally heard in the distance as they 
approached the room to make her think that. 

But when they reached the door, Sally knew there was something else in the 
room. That close, the machines were not able to drown out the sounds of 
women screaming. Sally's face turned an even lighter shade of pale at the 
realization that there was something out of the ordinary going on in this 
place. Yes, she knew that something crazy was going on in there. What other 
means of threats and gadgets were being used to torment and humiliate 
someone, Sally wondered. 

Sally waited for Wanda to open the door. 

"That's an antique doorknob. I just wanted you to see that," Wanda said. And 
she moved Sally away without opening the door. 

Sally looked up at Wanda with a puzzled expression. 

"You really don't want to know what is beyond that door." Wanda said that in 
a way that made Sally think that she would find out first hand if she wanted 
to know what was in there. Wanda led Sally back downstairs. Sally felt a 
little more comfortable. As long as they weren't roaming around the house, 
Sally felt a little easier. They were in the main room of Wanda's house in 
the basement again. As long as Wanda was near her, Sally did not have to 
worry. Wanda would protect her. Sally thought. 

Wanda held Sally by her waist. She looked at Sally up and down. Sally 
wondered if Wanda would let herself be touched now. 

"I bet you really would like to jump on my ass." Wanda said. 

It surprised Sally. The way Wanda said it made it seem as though it were a 
despicable kind of thing to do. 

"No, I would never want to do that, Wanda." 

"Wouldn't you?" 

"Not if you didn't want me too. Wanda." 

"Oh no?" 

"No!" said Sally emphatically. 

"Why can't you admit it?" 

Sally started to get a little peeved at Wanda. She did not like the idea 
that Wanda still did not fully trust her. She was about to tell Wanda off. 
But then Sally got a deja vu flashback. She remembered Steve refusing to 
admit something to her. Sally did not want to make the same kind of mistake. 

"All right, Wanda. There's nothing more in the world that I could want than 
to jump on your ass and suck on your tits and stick my face in your cunt. 
There, I said it. Are you happy?" 

"But the question is, are you happy?" 

"It did make me feel better for getting it off my chest, if that's what you 
mean." 

"I'm glad to hear you say that. You may be ready sooner than I thought. 
First you will need a little more training, though. Then you might have your 
desire. That is, if you still desire me." Wanda laughed a little when she 
said that. 

Sally was really turned on by Wanda now. So, there really was a chance for 
her to make it with Wanda. But there was one thing that Wanda said that made 
Sally feel a little uneasy. 

How could she possibly lose her desire for Wanda? Sally asked herself. What 
kind of further training would I have to go through? Why? 

Sally could not answer any of these questions. There was just one thing that 
she knew. That was that it would be the worst kind of pain imaginable if 
Sally lost her desire for Wanda. There would be no use in living if Sally 
did not desire Wanda's strong and beautiful body. Sally said that over in 
her mind. Wanda was everything she loved. There was the strength of Wanda. 
There was her power. There was her stunning beauty. Sally cringed at the 
thought of not wanting that. She wondered what terrible kind of place her 
head would have to be at to not desire Wanda. The thought was so painful to 
her that she forced herself to stop thinking about it. Sally just stared at 
Wanda now. 

Wanda was still holding Sally at arms length. She let go of her waist and 
stepped back. 

"Strip!" Wanda ordered. 

Sally complied without hesitation. She stood up straight and naked before 
Wanda. 

"Bend over!" 

Sally bent over. Oh no! Is she going to stick that cigar cover and nipple up 
my ass again? Sally wondered. 

Wanda walked around to Sally's behind. She stood there a moment. Sally 
looked around to see what Wanda was doing. 

"Turn around. Look at your toes." 

Sally looked at the red nail polish. She waited. 

"Spread your cheeks!" 

Sally put her hands on her ass and spread her cheeks. Why was Wanda still 
humiliating her like that? Sally wondered. I thought we could be friends. 
But I've got to do whatever she says. I don't want to lose her. And I also 
hate being embarrassed like this. She makes me feel so inferior to her. But 
I love Wanda more. Sally's tormented thoughts were bothering her, as she 
stood there with her hands on her cheeks. 

Sally felt Wanda's finger touch her anus. It rested on her ass-hole for a 
moment. Just make me feel good, Sally thought. 

"Wider!" Wanda ordered. 

Sally spread her cheeks a little wider. 

"Wider." 

"Wider!" Wanda ordered. There was a very threatening tone to her voice. 

Sally was almost in tears as she spread her cheeks a little wider. It almost 
hurt her. 

"Dammit!" Wanda said. She slapped Sally on her soft cheek real hard. Sally 
stumbled forward a little. 

"Come on Wanda, it's starting to hurt. Please!" Sally pleaded. 

"You really think you're some kind of a superstar, don't you, you little 
bitch! Why the fuck should I listen to the bullshit you give me?" 

Sally did not say anything. 

"Let's get one thing straight now. When I ask you a question, I expect an 
answer. Now what's the answer?" 

"What's the question?" Sally said. She tried to be funny to save a little 
face, but Wanda would have none of that. 

"Do you think you're some kind of superstar?" 

"I think I'm some pretty hot stuff," Sally admitted. 

"Well, if you're such hot stuff, what the fuck are you doing here with you r 
ass spread wide open? 

Sally's momentary spurt of confidence in front of Wanda faded rapidly. She 
did not answer. 

Wanda shoved something up Sally's ass-hole. It was that nipple again. 
"Answer!" 

"Because you told me to," came Sally's feeble reply. 

"I suppose you always do everything that people tell you. If one of your 
kiddie friends told you to hit your knees, what would you do?" 

"Punch them out or something." 

"Get on your belly!" Sally hesitated. 

Wanda put the cigar cover into the nipple in Sally's ass. She tapped it a 
little and made Sally squirm. 

"Get on your belly!" Wanda repeated. 

Sally got down on the floor. Her belly was on the carpet. 

"How come you didn't punch me out?" 

"I couldn't." 

"Why not?" 

"Because you would probably punch me out better," Sally said. 

It was very hard for Sally to say that. It took her a while for her to get 
it out because she realized the connotations that it held for her. 

"Why?" 

That was the question that Sally did not want Wanda to ask. 

"Because I'm not as good as you are." 

"You are shit!" Wanda said. "What are you?" 

"Well, maybe compared to you I'm shit," said Sally, still trying to leave 
herself an out. "Who else is here?" Wanda asked. "No one." 

"What are you?" 

"Shit," said Sally, but with a little more conviction. 

"Get back on your knees!" Sally complied. 

Wanda took the things out of Sally's ass. Then she put her hands on Sally's 
back. She lightly rubbed her back. Wanda's large warm hands felt good to 
Sally. Wanda rubbed Sally's bare back very softly. It really felt good to 
Sally. Wanda's hand on the bare back of Sally felt out of this world, and 
there was more to come. Wanda slid her hands down Sally's pretty ass and 
rubbed her cheeks very gently. 

Maybe she's trying to make it up to me for admitting that I am shit, Sally 
thought. I guess that if I tell her things like that she'll be nicer to me. 
Wow, that really feels good. Sally thought, as Wanda continued to caress her 
ass. 

"You're right, Wanda. I really am shit." Sally said, thinking that she was 
flattering Wanda. 

"Yeah, I know. I'm going to help prove it to you!" Wanda said. 

Sally felt Wanda's hands come to a stop on her ass. Her palms rested on 
Sally's ass, and her fingers were close together. 

"Just stick your ass up a little higher." Wanda said in a soft tone. Sally 
complied. 

Sally's hands were almost at her toes now and she had to bend her head under 
her legs a little to see her toes. She felt Wanda's palms on her cheeks 
start to spread apart. 

Gradually, Wanda started to open up Sally's ass again. When she got it to 
the point that Sally did before, there was a slight pain. 

"Ffffffff," Sally said, trying to bear it. 

"Now I'm going to show you what I meant when I told you to spread your 
cheeks." 

Sally tensed up. Wanda felt the tenseness in the muscles of Sally's ass. 

"Relax. Did you ever see a piece of shit get nervous? It just lies around 
and waits for the flies to come." 

"No, I've never seen a piece of shit get nervous, Wanda." 

The fact that Sally remembered to answer Wanda's questions made her relax 
her cheeks. 

Wanda spread her palms apart a little more. 

"Ooooooh," Sally cried. 

Wanda stopped spreading out Sally's ass for a moment. She gave Sally time to 
get used to the situation. 

Sally felt a little refreshed from her wide open ass. Wanda had spread 
Sally's rump so her ass-hole opened wider too. Sally could actually feel the 
air in her ass-hole. 

"Does it hurt, my dear?" Wanda asked. 

"Of course it does, Wanda." replied the truthful Sally. The fact that she 
was in that position hurt Sally as much as, if not more than the physical 
pain in her ass. 

"Good, it's supposed to hurt. Do you want me to stop." 

"Please?" Sally asked. 

"Just a little wider, and we'll be where we want," Wanda said. Wanda's voice 
did not contain the harshness that it did when she was ordering Sally 
before. But she spread her cheeks some more. 

"Owwwwwwwwww, Wanda. Pleeeeeeeeeeease," Sally cried. Her ass felt like her 
anus would pop out. There was a very wide space between the crack of Sally's 
ass now. The crack of Sally's pretty white ass looked more like a gap than a 
crack. Her hole was open so wide that Sally trembled to think what Wanda 
might be able to put ih there. 

"What do you call this?" Wanda asked, and she put her finger into Sally's 
ass-hole and moved it around in there just to make sure Sally knew what she 
was referring to. 

"That's my ass-hole," Sally said in bewilderment and pain. 

"No, this is not your ass-hole," Wanda said, pulling her finger out of the 
hole and spreading Sally's cheeks open. "It is your nostril," corrected 
Wanda. "Now, what is this called?" Wanda asked. 

Sally flashed back to the time she was beating Steve with the fly swatter 
and ordered him to holler. She wondered how she had somehow lost that 
feeling of being powerful. Christ, was she powerful and proud then. How 
could she have let herself come to this degrading point? How could she let 
herself be put in the same position as that cockroach Steve? 

"It's my nostril, " Sally replied in severe mental agony. 

"Good, you learn quickly. Now I am going to blow into your nostril. I think 
you will find it interesting. It's an old biblical custom," Wanda snickered. 

Sally wondered if Wanda would really do that. It seemed like a degrading 
thing for Wanda to do. 

But Wanda was reading Sally's thoughts. 

"Well, obviously I'm not going to bend down to reach your nostril. I want to 
do it standing up. But you do keep your nostril in a funny place. Let's see 
what we can do about it. Just stay there a minute." 

Wanda left Sally in her most awkward position. Sally could not look up to 
see where Wanda went, and she waited in a frightened suspense. She wondered 
what Wanda was up to, but she tried not to think about it. She would find 
out soon enough. But it did feel different when her ass-hole was allowed to 
be closed up again. Sally thought she would please Wanda if she opened up 
her nostril herself, so she spread her cheeks apart. Wow, Sally thought. I'm 
even starting to call it a nostril myself. And she spread her cheeks for 
Wanda. 

Wanda returned. She looked at Sally's ass. 

"Wider!" she ordered. Sally opened wider. 

"Wider!" 

Sally opened up a little wider and made that same sound of a holding back of 
pain. 

"Ffffffffffft," she said, gritting her teeth. 

"That's better," Wanda said and put her hand on top of Sally's. It made 
Sally feel a little less awkward. It was only slightly comforting. 

"Now, we have this nice rubber hose. Do you know what I'm going to do with 
it?" Wanda asked. She showed Sally a thick red rubber hose about two feet 
long. 

Sally knew. 

"You're going to put it into my nostril." Sally replied in a very dejected 
tone. 

"Wow, that's a great idea, Sally. I never would have thought of that. Thank 
you for telling me. I really appreciate it." Wanda said trying to affect the 
appropriate sincerity. 

Sally waited. 

Wanda put one end of the hose at the tip of Sally's ass. Sally knew for sure 
just what was going to happen next. 

Sally now felt how thick the hose was. It was bigger than any cock she had 
ever seen. Even bigger than Big Bernie G.'s. 

Oh shit, Sally thought. This is going to be a real ball buster. 

The hose started to slide into Sally's ass-hole. 

"Uhhhhhhh," Sally grunted. It felt like she was constipated, but the shit 
was going in instead of coming out. 

"My, my. That's a real funny sound, Sally. Do it again, please," Wanda said 
calmly and very matter-of-fact. She was getting to the point where she did 
not have to yell or raise her voice to Sally anymore. She could just talk to 
Sally like they were having a normal conversation. And they were. 

"Uhhhhhhhhg." Sally said. 

"I didn't say you could stop, my dear. Just keep on doing it. It might help 
if you made believe you were a pig. O.K.? " 

"O.K. Uhhhhhhhg. Oink oink oink gruuuuuuuh guuuuuuuh uchh uch oink oink." 

Sally said, doing her best to comply with Wanda. 

Wanda did not push the hose while Sally was doing that. It remained in the 
same position and Sally actually started to feel almost good. 

Sally kept on making the noises. Wanda slid the hose in a little deeper. 

"OINK OINK UGHH UUUUUUUUGH OINK OINK," Sally said. But there was a lot more 
sincerity to her noises now as the hose went in a little deeper. Wanda left 
it there for a while. 

Sally tried to catch her breath and stopped making the noises for an 
instant. 

"Squeal, pig!" Wanda ordered. The harsh masterful tone was back in her voice 
as she pushed the hose up Sally's ass further than she had before. 

"OIIIIIIIIUNK OIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK," Sally grunted in earnest. 

"Just a little further and we'll be there." 

Oh no, how much further could it go? Sally thought, still making the animal 
noises. It must be about a foot up my ass already, Sally thought. She could 
feel the pain in her stomach. 

"I'll wait a minute. This is really funny. Sally. You make such great 
noises. I think I'll enter you in a pig show. You're better than any pig 
I've ever seen. Do you think you would win?" 

"I hope so," Sally cried. 

"Pigs can't talk!" Wanda said, and she inserted the hose a drop more. 

"Oink oink oink oink," Sally continued. 

Wanda's laughter stung Sally's ears. It went into the seat of her ego and 
her cunt. She wished she could do something about her situation. But she 
loved Wanda so, that she was almost willing to do anything to please her. 
And there was always the hope that Wanda would finally let Sally see her 
nakedness, and fondle her tits and come on top of her. 

Sally lost herself in her thoughts for a moment. Her animal noises were 
almost automatic now. She was unconscious of it. All she wanted was Wanda. 
She would submit to anything that Wanda wanted in order to have her. 

Wanda pushed the hose a little deeper into Sally's ass. 

Sally was so wrapped up in her thoughts and feelings for Wanda that this 
last movement of the hose into her nostril did not faze her a drop. She kept 
up the same beat for her animal noises. But there was a softer tone to them 
that showed her willingness to submit. 

"You're getting good, piggy. You can stop squealing. Maybe you feel a little 
out of place here. Well, we'll let you roll around in some mud or shit later 
if you want. Now I'm going to blow into your nostril," Wanda said in her 
conversation voice. That is, it was a conversation voice if the other person 
was a five year old child. 

Wanda's latest bit of information caused Sally to stop thinking about her 
feelings for Wanda so much. Sally started to dwell on the present moment 
again. 

Wanda lifted the other end of the hose up to her mouth. She put it in her 
mouth. She sent a stream of air shooting into Sally's ass-hole. 

"Woooooooo," Sally yelled, jumping slightly in the air. She was careful not 
to let the hose come out of her ass. 

Wanda blew into the hose again. 

Sally made the same sound again. The sound of her own voice embarrassed 
Sally. She thought only the biggest fools and jerkoffs could make noises 
like that. Sally could not admit that she was such a lowdown fool and 
jerkoff. Even though Sally was stripped naked and bending over with her ass 
up in the air and making pig noises and having someone blow into a big hose 
stuck up her ass-hole Sally refused to admit to herself how low she had 
sunk. When she would think about it, she thought it was some temporary 
situation that would change when she got to know Wanda better. 

"Woooooooooo," Sally said, as Wanda blew into her ass again. 

Sally did feel degraded and humiliated, but she was not able to articulate 
it in those exact words. That might be even worse, because she could not say 
or define those exact words. That might be even worse, because she could not 
say or define exactly where that feeling was coming from. Was it just the 
hose up her ass? That was physical. Then why did it bother Sally's mind so? 
She had a general idea, but no concrete answer for herself. 

"Now are you trying to imitate a choo-choo train?" Wanda asked. Sally wasn't 
trying to imitate a choo-choo train so she told Wanda "No, I'm not. It's 
just when you do that to me, I get shudders and chills inside me. I have to 
let it out. I can't help it. I have to make those noises if you keep doing 
that." 

"That was a very good explanation, Sally. But I really don't care for 
choo-choo trains so much. Please try to have some consideration for me." 

That really got Sally mad. Even though she knew Wanda was being sarcastic, 
she wondered how Wanda could say that she didn't have any consideration for 
her. 

After all, Sally thought, The reason I'm in this position is because of my 
consideration for her. 

When Sally did not answer for a moment Wanda said, "Something on your chest 
you want to get off?" 

Sally wondered if she should say so. She hesitated. 

"Well, I guess if there's nothing on your mind we might as well get on with 
it." 

Just before Wanda put her mouth to the hose again Sally spoke up. 

"You said I don't have any consideration for you. I know you were just 
trying to make me feel bad, but just what do you think I'm doing here? If I 
didn't have any consideration for you would I let you do this to me?" 

"Gee, Sally. I thought you liked it. I didn't realize that you didn't want 
me to stick a hose into your nostril. I thought all little piggies wanted to 
have things stuck up their ass. All right, get up!" Wanda ordered. She also 
took the hose out of Sally's tender ass-hole. 

Sally wondered for a moment why Wanda took the hose out of her poop-shoot. 

Sally stood up and rubbed her cheeks. Her surprise at Wanda still couldn't 
erase the feeling she had in her ass. It felt so empty without the hose. 
Sally felt very awkward rubbing her ass like that in front of Wanda, but she 
could not help it. She looked up at the taller Wanda to see what she was 
going to do now. 

"You can go put your clothes on, Sally. I'll get someone to drive you home." 

Sally looked at Wanda. She could tell that Wanda was serious. Sally did not 
move. "Well?" Wanda said. 

"I love you, Wanda," said Sally. "I don't want to leave you." 

"Then why don't you want to submit to me?" 

"Because you are making me feel like an animal. like I'm so inferior." 

"I thought we discussed that already, Sally. You don't have any inferiority 
complex. You really are inferior. You are like a low life piece of scum. 
Right?" 

"No, I'm a human being just like you," said Sally. She was trying to 
convince herself more than she was trying to convince Wanda. 

"But you're not just like me, Sally." 

Wanda was trying to explain it to Sally so Sally would believe it and not 
just take Wanda's word for it. 

"Tell me to hit my knees, Sally." 

Sally stood there and did not move. 

"I want to show you something. Tell me to hit my knees." Sally was scared to 
death. But she was curious and wanted to see what would happen. She tried to 
put some conviction in her voice. 

"Hit your knees, Wanda!" said Sally. 

Wanda smacked her in the mouth. "No one tells me to hit my knees, you 
bitch!" 

Sally put her hand to her face, but before she had time to think. Wanda said 
"Hit your knees, bitch!" 

Sally quickly got down on her knees. 

Wanda stood over her again. 

"See, Sally. You are not just like me. Right?" 

"Right." said Sally. 

"Then what are you, if you are not like me?" 

"I'm a low life piece of scum. I'm an animal like a pig or a lamb " Sally 
said, beginning to understand. 

"All right lamb. You're also a puppet. You see why I can't have any respect 
for you. Make noises like a lamb, please." 

"Baaaaaa, baaaaaaaa," Sally said. She really felt like shit. How could she 
make Wanda respect her? She could not argue with Wanda. Sally started to 
wonder if Wanda might be right, as she made the noises. 

"All right. We're going to begin again. Stick your ass up. And when I blow 
into your ass this time, please have some consideration for me." 

Wanda stuck the hose up Sally's ass again. She blew. 

Sally held her breath. Her cheeks on her face puffed up. Sally had to hold 
it in. She did not want to disturb Wanda. She knew that Wanda did not like 
choo-choo trains. Sally did not want to sound like a choo-choo train. 

Wanda started to blow into Sally's nostril at a greater rate of speed. She 
varied the force behind each stream of air she shot into Sally's nostril. 

Sally could not time the puffs of air. She waited and it would not come. 
Then there would be three quick jets of air blowing into her ass-hole. She 
was really getting occupied to try not to make any noise. Soon Sally could 
concentrate on nothing else except not making any noise when Wanda chanced 
to blow into her nostril. Nothing else mattered. The only thing that was 
important to Sally now was not to make a sound when air went into her 
ass-hole. Sally was really starting to sweat. She hoped she was doing it 
well. Wanda changed her speeds and how hard she would blow into the hose. 
Sally was having a hard time trying to hold it in. 

Wanda started to slow up the rate of speed and how hard she blew. Sally 
waited for Wanda to change the tempo again. But it only slowed down. 

"This is getting me tired," Wanda said. 

Sally detected a strain in Wanda's voice. She had never heard Wanda strain 
like that before. The puffs of air became weaker and slower. Then they 
stopped. Sally waited. And she waited. Almost three minutes passed. Nothing 
happened. Sally looked behind her. She found it hard to believe what she 
saw. 

Could this really be happening, she asked herself. 

Wanda was staggering backwards. There was a dull expression on Wanda's face. 
Could Wanda really have been weakened like that? Sally wondered. 

Wanda leaned against a wall for balance. Sally stood up. She looked at 
Wanda. Wanda started to slump down against the wall. Sally walked over to 
her. She looked into Wanda's eyes. She saw a look in Wanda's eyes that she 
had never seen before. Sally refused to believe what she saw. 

There was fear in Wanda's eyes. 

Sally put Wanda's arm around her naked shoulder. She led Wanda to a couch. 

Sally sat Wanda down and sat next to her. She looked up at Wanda. Wanda 
looked exhausted and weak. Wanda crossed her legs and clutched her sides 
weakly with her hands. Sally looked at Wanda's hands around her chest. She 
saw the beautiful tan skin of Wanda's chest and the contrasting white skin 
of Wanda's cleavage. She looked at Wanda's beautiful suntanned face. Then 
she looked back at her cleavage which was so pretty. She saw Wanda's hands 
shake a little. 

A gleam came into Sally's eyes. 

"Nooooooo," Wanda screamed. 

Sally looked back at Wanda's pretty face. Those beautiful black eyes that 
had seemed so strong before and those magnificent cheekbones and that pink 
lipstick on her tender lips almost seemed to be pleading to Sally. 

Sally hugged Wanda. She patted her head gently. Sally felt sorry for her. 
Sally stroked her long silky black hair the way a mother would care for her 
child. Sally could not take advantage of Wanda like that. She did not want 
Wanda feeling bad anymore. The whole situation was absolutely terrifying to 
her. 

"Please get well, Wanda," Sally pleaded. A tear came to Sally's eye. 

Wanda began to move. Sally looked at her. Wanda's whole appearance changed. 
She no longer seemed frightened. A wicked grin came to Wanda's face. Sally 
was scared. 

"I told you, you would lose your desire for me," Wanda said. She laughed and 
stood up. She looked down on Sally again. Her feet were spread apart. Her 
hands were on her hips. Sally looked at her leather boots that went up her 
tight leather lavender pants. 

Sally realized that Wanda's prophesy had come true. She had lost her desire 
for Wanda. She had an opportunity and did not take advantage of it. Sally 
began to cry. 

"It was true. It's true," Sally sobbed. 

"Get up, Sally!" 

Sally stood up. But she could not look Wanda in the eye. She looked down at 
her black boots. 

"Look at me!" 

Sally slowly picked her head up and looked up at Wanda. 

Wanda had a kind expression now. Sally never saw that before. She started to 
smile. Wanda started to smile. Sally felt so happy now. 

She could not control herself. She ran over to Wanda and kneeled down and 
started to kiss the toe of her boot. 

"Would you like to see me now?" Wanda said. 

Sally looked up at Wanda. Her face told Wanda the answer. 

"Please," Sally said. But it was not a begging kind of please. 

Wanda went behind a portable dressing door. She bent down a few minutes. 
Sally waited. Sally's anticipation was incredible. Would she be as beautiful 
as I hope. Would she be as pretty underneath as she is on the outside? 

Wanda was more than beautiful. The curves of Wanda's ass sent Sally 
swooning. And it was so white. Snow white. It blended so smoothly with 
Wanda's shapely strong thighs and calves. 

Sally started to drool. She reached out for Wanda. Wanda stepped aside. 

"Don't look at me like that, you schmuck!" Wanda said. 

Suddenly it hit Sally. She was behaving just like Edward. But, no! It 
couldn't be. She was more to Wanda than Edward was to her. Sally started to 
whine at the thought of it. 

Sally couldn't believe that she could let herself actually act that horrible 
way towards Wanda. 

Sally looked at Wanda again. She could not stop herself from rubbing her 
cunt. 

Wanda put her hands on her tits and made them shake a little. 

Sally jumped on the floor and grabbed Wanda's strong calf. She started to 
kiss it. 

"Please, please," cried Sally while looking up at Wanda. 

Wanda kicked her foot out. Sally let go and rolled over on the floor. 

"No, no! I'm not an Edward," Sally cried. Wanda stood over Sally. "What are 
you?" 

"I love you," Sally cried. 

"Why?" 

"Because you're beautiful," Sally said. Sally was still not comfortable 
seeing Wanda's beauty. The elegance and symmetry of Wanda dazzled Sally. But 
Sally was still not completely at ease. Although Sally was very pretty, too 
she was not as beautiful as Wanda. Wanda had her in every department. But 
Sally could not admit it. She was a little jealous and envious of Wanda. 
Sally just looked at Wanda's beauty but did not permit herself to compare 
Wanda to herself. 

"How do you know what beauty is, you ugly piece of shit!" 

Sally cringed. She could not speak. 

Wanda kicked Sally in the ribs. 

Sally felt so hurt. Not from the kick, of course, but from the force behind 
the kick. 

"Answer!" 

"Because I've seen other females naked before and none can compare to you. 

"Look in the mirror!" Wanda ordered. "Are you as good as me?" 

Sally did not answer. She couldn't put it into herself to admit it. 

"Who has bigger tits?" Wanda demanded. Sally stood there. She knew that 
Wanda had larger tits, but she couldn't say that to her. 

Sally flashed back to her days in the undershirt and Josephine. She recalled 
the anguish and agony she suffered as Josephine flaunted her breasts at 
Sally, and Sally waited every day for her pussy hairs to grow. She could not 
answer. 

"You don't know? Why can't you admit it?" 

Sally remained silent. She looked down on the floor. She hoped more than 
anything that Wanda would not force her to admit it. That is, she hoped 
Wanda would force her to admit it. She hoped Wanda would not explain it to 
her. The way that Wanda convinced Sally that she was a dog would be a method 
Sally would hate Wanda to use in showing Sally that she was not as pretty as 
Wanda. It was such an exact and concrete method. There would be no possible 
way to escape it or deny it. Sally hoped Wanda would beat her or whip her 
into admitting it. The use of reason on Sally was pure torture. 

"Wait a minute, Sally. I'll be right back." Wanda said sweetly. 

Please bring a whip, Sally hoped. 

Wanda returned. When Sally saw what she had in her hand she screamed, 
"Noooooo!" 

Wanda had a yellow tape measure. 

This was the core of Sally's deepest sexual hang-ups. She didn't think she 
would be able to bear it if Wanda measured her. 

Sally needed to lose another few pounds or inches. It wasn't very 
noticeable, but Sally knew that Wanda noticed. 

"Put the tape measure around my breasts Sally." 

"And I mean now!" 

Wanda lifted her hands up to the sides. Her large breasts stood there for 
Sally to define. Slowly, Sally put the tape around Wanda. 

Oh well, Sally thought. At least I can get to touch Wanda's nipple. She 
brought the tape around to one of Wanda's brown nipples. They were not 
erect. Sally was able to feel with her finger the hard brown skin of Wanda's 
nipple. It excited Sally. 

"Just tell us what the tape says and give it to me." Said Wanda, looking at 
Sally's eyes. It took Sally a few moments to announce the number. "Forty 
one," she gulped. 

"All right. Now it's your turn. Lift up your hands like I did." 

Sally just stood there. 

"Would you rather take another tour of the house instead?" 

Sally debated that question. She actually wondered what would be worse. She 
would have chosen to walk into one of those rooms in Wanda's house had she 
not been even more terrified of the revenge Wanda might choose to take upon 
her. 

Sally lifted her arms. She closed her eyes. She felt Wanda's hands embrace 
her and come to a stop on her erect nipple. She still had her eye's closed. 

"Why are you hot. Sally. Your nipples are erect. But that's all right. It's 
not more than a half inch difference." 

Sally still had her eyes closed. She remembered hearing stories of how men 
would get hard-ons just before getting the electric chair. She equated her 
erect nipples with that. 

"What does it say?" said the piercing words. 

Sally opened her eyes. She looked at the tape. She struggled to say the 
number. She stuttered. 

"Th-thirty se-seven," stammered Sally. "Excuse me." 

"Thirty seven." 

"Put this whole thing into a statement!" Wanda demanded. 

Sally thought for a minute. The worst was over with. Even though Wanda was 
much broader than Sally, she still had larger tits. She admitted it to 
herself for the first time. It felt good. It finally was off her chest. She 
did not have to worry about it anymore. Sally smiled. It was a pretty smile. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

With her admissions of inferiority, Sally started to feel a lot better. Even 
when Sally was tormenting some weakling, there was still a nagging feeling 
that bothered Sally. It did make Sally feel good to dominate some despicable 
person like Josephine, but that wasn't really hard to do. 

There was still a feeling of doubt about her sexual abilities even after she 
had used her superior sexual powers to manipulate a bunch of people. 

Now, because of Wanda, Sally felt relieved of most of that doubt. Wanda had 
dug right into the pit of Sally's cunt and pulled out her hang-ups. Sally 
felt free now that she didn't have to worry about her hang-ups. 

As long as she were with Wanda, Sally could feel free to feel like shit. 
That sounded a little strange when Sally said that to herself, but she 
thought about it some more and it made a lot of sense to her. 

She could stand naked in front of Wanda and not have to cover up. She did 
not have to put on any phony disguises in front of Wanda. She could spread 
her cunt and ass wide open in front of Wanda and let Wanda see exactly what 
she had. 

Sally was glad that she did not have to think of things like pasting hair on 
her pussy or wearing falsies. If there was something troubling her, Wanda 
would extract it from Sally and Sally could see for herself what the problem 
was. 

Sally was so grateful to Wanda. She really worshipped her. She would do 
anything that Wanda told her to and not question it. Oh, there would be 
pain, Sally knew, but the pain would always end. And the feeling after the 
pain would be so great that the pain would be a small thing in comparison. 

After Sally admitted that Wanda was twice the person Sally was, Wanda 
allowed Sally to go to sleep. Of course, she had to sleep without any 
coverings and on a wooden floor. Sally slept a calm restful sleep. She had 
no nightmares. She saw Wanda in her dreams. She saw Wanda standing tall with 
her boots and whip and leather clothes. She saw Wanda riding on a white 
stallion. Wanda was naked and the stallion was flying through the sky. Wanda 
was whipping the horse and telling it where to go. 

When Sally woke up the next morning, she had a feeling inside her that made 
her think she had the best fuck of her life. She could only wonder what 
things Wanda had in mind for her today, Wanda walked into the room. Sally 
looked up at Wanda and smiled. Wanda did not smile back. But that was all 
right. It just meant that Wanda would be serious with her and she would 
learn something. 

"What are you so happy about?" 

"I'm happy because I've finally realized what a piece of shit I am." Sally 
said, while laughing. 

"What's so great about being a piece of shit?" 

"Because I have nothing to hide anymore, Wanda. And I have you to thank for 
it. Oh, I love you so much. Can I kiss you?" 

Wanda spit on Sally's face. Sally stopped smiling. A look of disgust came to 
Wanda's face. 

"What kind of degenerate do you think I am? I wouldn't even let you kiss the 
bottom of my foot! Do you actually think I would touch of piece of shit?" 

Sally became real sad. Her newfound confidence and ease had just evaporated 
like a puff of smoke. All of her resolutions to remain happy and accept the 
pain gladly were dissolved at the last of Wanda's words. 

"Answer me! you slut!" Wanda poked Sally with her walking stick. 

"No, Wanda. I would never expect you to touch a piece of shit," Sally said 
sadly. 

"Well, cover yourself up. I can't stand to look at you!" 

Sad Sally obeyed. She put her arms around her tits and crossed her legs. 

"Yeech!' You're still ugly. I have to get something for you. In the meantime 
I definitely want you to keep out of my sight. You are the most disgusting 
person I've ever known. Get up and follow me right now, you creep." Wanda 
ordered. 

Sally followed Wanda. Wanda walked outside into the yard. There was a lot of 
short grass around the house and then some hills where the trees were. On 
the side of one of the hills was a small outhouse. Wanda walked very fast 
and Sally almost had to run to keep up with her. 

Wanda stopped when she got to the door of the outhouse. 

Uh oh, Sally thought when she saw the boarded up bathroom. 

"Get in there!" Wanda opened up the lock on the outside of the door. Then 
she opened the door. The fumes from the stench were actually visible. 
Sally's knees started to shake when she smelled the outhouse odor. She 
looked in the small closet and it was black. There was a hole in the middle 
of it and there was just a little bit of room to walk around the outside of 
the hole. But Sally had to put her back against the wall in order to stand 
around the hole. The wall felt real slimy, too. Just before Wanda closed the 
door on Sally, she said "Look down the hole. I think you will want to keep 
from falling in." 

Sally looked down the hole. She screamed. 

"Please, please, Wanda. Don't make me go in there. I'll be good. I won't 
bother you. I promise. Don't make me go in there." Sally ran over to Wanda 
and grabbed her foot. Sally was on her knees and started to kiss Wanda's 
calf with a passion. 

"Yeech," Wanda said. Then she swung her strong foot out. 

Sally went reeling back. The force of Wanda's kick was tremendous. Sally 
fell backwards into the outhouse. She tumbled into the hole. Luckily she was 
able to grab onto the rim of the hole with her fingers. Sally was really in 
a panic now. She started kicking her feet and screaming. 

"Please let me out. How do I get out of here, Wanda?" she cried. 

Wanda watched from the outside. 

"If I was you I'd stop screaming and try to figure a-way to get out of 
there. Then it would really be hard to tell the difference between you and a 
pice of shit. I'll be back in a day or so with something to put over you. I 
hope you make it, kid." 

With that, Wanda shut the door and locked it from the outside. 

The sound of Wanda's laughter was the last sound she heard. That is, the 
last human sound. 

Sally let out one last long scream. 

But nothing happened. Sally was still hanging over the hole by her 
fingertips. It was pitch black in there. Sally was glad for that in a way. 
She would not be able to see what was in the hole again. Out of sight, out 
of mind, Sally thought. But it didn't help. She could not stop thinking 
about the bubbling goo of slime and maggots and snakes that she saw. 

Sally's arms began to tire. 

"Heeeeeelp!" she called. 

But nothing happened. Nothing except her arms were getting a little more 
tired. The bubbling noise helped to make Sally aware of the situation. Sally 
now realized that there was silence. Sally listened for something. When 
would Wanda come and get her out? But Wanda did not come. Would Wanda really 
let her fall into the hole? Sally was petrified. Then Sally became aware of 
the bubbling sound coming form the bottom of the hole. It was that blood 
curdling sound that helped to make Sally aware of her situation. 

No one was going to come to rescue her. If she did not lift herself out of 
the hole by her own power she would fall in very shortly. 

Sally began to concentrate on putting some strength into her arms. She took 
a breath. The stench almost overpowered her. She continued to hold her 
breath. But she really began to concentrate. The reason she was in the hole 
did not matter anymore. The debasing feeling that she felt about her 
situation did not matter. The only thing that was important to Sally now was 
lifting herself out of the hole. Sally concentrated. 

She started to pull. She began to rise. Slowly Sally was able to raise her 
ass high enough. She got her elbows on the rim of the hole. She made it. 

"Whew," Sally said, letting her breath out. 

She rested and tried to catch her breath as she rested on her elbows still 
dangling over the infested hole. She stayed that way a few more minutes and 
then picked herself up. She stood up on the small patch of slimy ground 
around the perimeter of the hole. Her bare feet felt so clammy standing on 
that muck. But at least she was out of danger. 

Sally thought about that. Out of danger, she said to herself. "Ha!" she 
laughed. Well, I guess this is a better situation than the one I was in a 
few minutes ago. Standing in two inches of slime is better than who knows 
how many feet of slime, she reasoned. 

But what the fuck should I do now? Sally asked herself. 

She was still facing the wall. She was still too scared and shaken up to try 
turning around. Sally started to cry again. For the next twenty minutes 
that's all she did. She put her forehead against the cold wet wall of the 
dark shithouse and cried. Finally her tears stopped. 

Well, at least that helped to pass the time. What if Wanda really doesn't 
come back for a day or two? She tried to change that drift of thought. It 
was too horrible to contemplate. Sally let her mind drift. She did not think 
of anything in particular. But every time that Sally started to feel even 
slightly at ease, she would unconsciously take a breath. The stink helped to 
remind her of where she was. Sally got used to the bubbling sounds, too. 
That was the only sound that was the difference between absolute silence and 
noise. That and Sally's own heartbeat. Soon the two became one. Sally could 
not distinguish between her own heartbeat and the bubbling noise of the deep 
tank. 

Soon Sally began to lose track of how long she had been standing there. 
There was no way to tell. There wasn't even a crack in the walls to permit 
any ray of sunlight from coming in. Sally couldn't even see her hand in 
front of her face. 

She tried to sing songs in order to amuse herself, but she soon realized 
that she couldn't keep her mouth open for long. 

Finally Sally got up enough nerve to try to turn around. There wasn't really 
any advantage to turning around with her back to the wall, but it would give 
her something to do. She felt around with her foot to see how big the hole 
was. As she faced the wall the heel of her foot was about two inches away 
from the rim of the depression. 

Sally tried to hold onto the wall, but there was really nothing to hold 
onto. She could only put her hands on it for balance. She couldn't hold on. 

She put her hands up over her head and leaned against the wall with her 
body. It was the most disgusting thing that Sally had ever felt touch her 
belly and her cunt and her tits. It so repulsed her that she stepped back a 
drop as a natural reaction upon contact with the wall. She almost lost her 
balance and toppled over backwards into the hole. Sally remembered that it 
appeared to be about ten feet in diameter when she saw it when the door was 
open. She knew that if she fell over she would fall in and not land on the 
other side of the hole. 

She wavered and tried to push herself forward. Her hands were up in the air 
as she did kind of a see-saw on the rim of the hole. She tried to make her 
body go through every king of gyration to push itself forward. 

Finally, she found the right momentum by pushing her cunt out. She fell 
forward onto the wall in front of her. It never felt so good. It could have 
been a water bed or a sea of whipped cream. That's how comfortable Sally 
felt with the slimy wall of the shithouse now. She could have kissed it she 
was so happy to feel the solid wet rock. 

She tried to catch her breath again. She did not try to turn around again, 
either. 

She had to take a piss. 

She started to feel so miserable again. How could this be happening to her? 
she asked herself. But her bladder was a problem she had to deal with at the 
moment. 

She wondered if there was a place around the hole that had a little more 
standing room so she could crouch down. She edged her slimy sticky body 
around the rough but slick walls of the outhouse. This was worse than those 
men jerking off on me, Sally thought. But it would do her no good to worry 
about the slime sticking to her tits and belly now. She needed to piss. She 
slowly edged her way around the outhouse. She counted the comers that she 
came to. She would let only the very tip of her heel feel the opening of the 
pit. She pushed her belly and the palms of her hands on the wall to make 
sure she wouldn't topple backwards. 

When Sally counted four corners, she realized that she had worked her way 
around the whole perimeter of the hole. And there was no part of it that had 
enough room for her to crouch down and piss. Sally waited. But it was no 
use. She had to. There was no other way out. 

Sally felt the warm urine trickle down her thigh and leg. She was repulsed 
at first when she felt it. She remembered her mother spanking her as a child 
for wetting her bed She remembered the time in second grade when she peed in 
her pants, wetting her bed Then she remembered the time in second grade when 
she peed in her pants in the classroom. She saw herself running to the 
bathroom with the stain on her dress. She heard all of the kids pointing at 
the stain and laughing at her. But Sally did not see herself as nine years 
old. She fifteen years old and looked the way she did now. Sally started to 
cry as the stream of urine came out of her cunt and rolled down her leg. 

She had really held it m for a long time. She pissed for a long time. By the 
time. Sally finished urinating on herself she began to appreciate the warm 
feeling of her piss. It was a lot different from the other stuff that clung 
to her body. 

Some more time passed. Soon. Sally began to understand her situation. She 
would have to use anything possible to keep her sanity and make her 
comfortable. The variation of slimy feelings on her body from the wall and 
her urine would help to provide changes of climate. When Sally had to piss 
again a few hours later, she did not try to hold it back. She was glad for 
the warm feel it gave her. 

Some more time passed and Sally began to feel grateful to Wanda again. She 
was actually glad that Wanda had put her there. She was learning things 
about herself that the could not have found out any other way. Sally started 
to rub her cunt. She decided that in her period of aloneness she might try 
to masturbate herself, but she started to wobble again and had to stop. 

But Sally was still content with her present situation. For long periods of 
time she would not even think about Wanda's return. Her self-consciousness 
about her body was no longer there. She was able to make her head feel 
empty. It made her feel so light. There were no guilts and humiliations for 
her to worry about anymore. She did not even feel her own cunt. It soon 
became just another part of her body. It was no different than the hard skin 
of her elbow.
