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The girl removed Pamela's raincoat and untied her wrists. The respite was only brief however, for she raised Pamela's right wrist towards the van ceiling and encased it in a dangling silver handcuff. The left wrist was likewise cuffed before the girl touched a panel switch. The chains holding the cuffs rose with a.smooth whispy sound and Pamela felt her arms pulled upwards until her heels left her shoes, all of her weight now on her toes. Pamela

said nothing, but felt the discomfort of her bond- age keenly. Better get off to a good start, she realized.

"Feel okay, baby?" asked the girl.

"Sure," said Pamela, not rnissing the girl's use of the word "baby." She hadn't been called that by a girl before, and found it rather nice. The girl was pretty. She had thought about girls once or twice.

"Sure, mistress!" snapped the girl. "That calls for a minor penalty only, since it was your first time."

"Yes, mistress." The girl placed her hands on

Pamela's blouse and squeezed the breasts.

"Owww," gasped Pamela, t,ears welling in her eyes; The thumb tacks had bitten into her flesh deeply, and in fact remained there. Pamela was sure that she could feel every last one of them!

"At Avondale, you bits of fluff thank the mis- tresses for punishing you!" said the girl. "After all, y'know, punishment makes women out of you.

Now thank me for pushing the tacks in your tits, baby."

Pamela gulped, more from shame than hurt.

Could this be happening to her?

"Thanks for… for… pushing the tacks in my tits, mistress." Her face was crimson. ."Much better," said the girl. "Like the feel of

'em?"

Pamela decided that discretion was the better part of valor. If this chick gets her kicks from hurt- ing girls, I'm not going to make it easy for her, thought Pamela.

"They're okay, I guess, mistress."

"Okay?"

"Well, I do like 'em, mistress."

"Good." The girl kissed Pamela full on the mouth. It was certainly a first for Pamela! But she didn't break the kiss either, and was keenly aware of a rather tingly sensation in her loins. What the hell is happening here? she realized.

The girl ran a finger over Pamela's lips. Very ten- derly and softly.

"What color panties have you got: on, baby?"

This is too much, thought Pamela. Now the girl was playing games! Well, better go along or it's more damn thumb tacks pressed into me.

"Pink ones, mistress."

"Sometimes we pull the pants off of a g«rl in here and hang 'em on the outside of the van. Lets people know we've got a fluff in here on her way to Avon- dale!"

Pamela closed her eyes. Oh, no. Please no. At least not'til I get to Avondale, she said to herself.

"Feel like doing that today," smiled the blonde.

"Ask me to!"

Pamela choked, her face flushing with fire. She licked her dry lips.

"Pull my panties off and hang 'em outside, mis- tress," she squeaked in a strange voice.

"Please," commanded the girl.

"Please, mistress."

The girl laughed, kissed Pamela's nose-tip and went out, slamming and locking the van doors.

"Bastard!" said Pamela softly. "Knew they didn't do things like that! Or did they?" Pamela moved upon her toes as the van made it.s way through the rain of London's West End. Her thoughts were many… and very mixed. There had been a lot of funny emotions, she realized. 1n fact, some of them weren't so funny at all… they were… interesting. Forget it, she admonished herself. I'm only seventeen and not into girls yet,.

What the heck is the matter with me?

Pamela looked up at her taut wrists, lit dimly by the curtained windows. The punishment bra hurt.

A lot. She should be yelling or complaining! They don't do these things to girls in 1972! She laughed at her thought. They sure as hell do! Just look at me!

Another pair of handcuffs hung from the ceiling as well. Pamela wondered whether she'd have com- pany or be left to her own thoughts for the entire journey. Within an hour she received her answer, as the van suddenly stopped.

Pamela naturally had no idea where the stop had been made, although she knew it was far out of

London from the utter lack of traffic noises. The rain however still beat upon the roof over her head accompanied by an occasional thunder clap. She was glad of the respite, for the moving vehicle had made her jostle and sway in her chains thus caus- ing far more discomfort to her encircled wrists than when standing stilL

The door swung open and the blonde woman pulled a girl up into the van by her hair. In the semi-darkness Pamela could not fully study the girl, but she saw that she was her age and pretty.