We began to argue then "Marcie said, "There are things I would like to see the boys do to you so you would know how I feel sometimes."

Jim thought that was a great idea. He told us to write ideas on pieces of paper and put them in sacks with Marcie's name on my suggestions and my name on Marcie's. He said that our suggestions should hurt or humiliate but that we should not suggest anything that would make scars and that it should be something new that we had not done. Since we were both girls we would think of things they had never considered. We had all week to think of things and one of the things would be done to us Saturday and one more Sunday. We were to Tell Jim of any special things we needed for the tortures and the boys would either buy or make them.

At first Marcie and I worked together coming up with things that would be thrilling but not hurt much but then Marcie showed me a slip that sounded awful. She suggested that they stick big safety pins through my nipples and the lips of my pussy and use them to pull my breasts out tight so they could be whipped on top bottom and sides and my pussy lips pulled open so they could whip me directly on my clit. I protested that was too much. It would scar me and would hurt awful but she just said, "Oh poo. No- one would notice any little holes from pins," grinned at me and threw it in my sack. I told her that if she did not take it out I would put one just like it in hers. She just said, "Good. We will find out who is really brave."

For the rest of the week we thought of tortures. She would make me so mad when she wrote on a piece of paper and then smirk at me I would go ahead and put something I originally thought was too terrible in my sack.

By the time Saturday came we were both afraid of what may be in the others sack but neither of us even considered making a truce and taking out the really bad things because of our foolish pride.

At the "Dungeon" Jim said that considering the supplies we had asked for it looked as if some of the things would really hurt. He said, "This is your last chance. If you have suggested something you would not want done to yourself you had better take it out and throw it away. Once we start on something we won't quit until we all agree you have had enough or you faint."

I started to reach into my sack to look for the terrible things but Marcie just gripped her sack and said, "There is nothing in my sack too terrible for me to stand. You wouldn't want me hurt more than you. Would you Jill?"

That made me ashamed and I gripped my sack and said, "No! I am just as brave as you. I can stand anything in here."

We both gasped and shuddered when he said, "We will see how mean you were going to be to the other. Your torture will come out of the sack you planned for your friend."

We were both frightened because the terrible things we had thought up were never supposed to be used on the planner. I knew there were things in my sack much worse than I wanted to suffer but if we protested it would prove we were willing to have things done to the other that we could not stand. I choked and then said, "I guess that is fair." Marcie said, "Yes. I would never expect Jill to go through something I couldn't.

We drew cards to see who would be first and it turned out to be me. I planned to dig down to the bottom where the mild things were but Jim increased my growing fear by making a big production of having all the guys stir the slips in the sack so I could only draw on pure chance.

I held my breath and dug down to the center to pull out a slip which I gave to Jim to read aloud.

"Since you drew out of your sack I will change the names. It says, Jill will be hung from the ceiling with her legs spread wide. Then all of her pussy hair will be burnt off by Marcie with a candle. When all the boys have looked at and felt her pussy to make sure no hair is left. The boys will give it five spanks each with the leather strap then Marcie will give it ten. When that is over Jill will eat Marcie's pussy while the boys fuck her ass or pussy doggie style.

I had experimented by burning a few hairs on my pussy so I knew that would not be too painful but I was frightened at the prospect of Marcie giving it ten spanks after the boys had made it tender with their twenty especially since I had spanked her pussy hard enough to make her cry the week before. I also hated losing the hair that had taken so long to grow and that made me a woman but I could see no graceful way to back out.

I took off my dress then realized they were going to add to my humiliation by wearing all of their clothes.

I held out my hands for them to tie me then they pulled my arms up and pulled my legs apart to tie them to the ends of the log that had put all the splinters in my butt. They pulled them apart so tight I felt pain in the inner thighs from my knees to my pussy. They pulled up my arms until my crotch was up to the level of their waists and the weight of the log made me stretch terribly. While I hung there in pain with fear and excitement growing at the coming ordeal Jim said in awe, "God look at her! The weight of the log has made her waist tiny and her skin is tight as a drum!"

They all agreed it made me beautiful and came over to feel my tight tummy and boobs as they pulled on my nipples and squeezed my butt. It really helped me by raising my excitement enough to forget my fear.

Marcie lit a candle.

Marcie came over with this evil, excited look on her face and slapped my stomach! saying, "Yeah. She has finally got rid of her round belly. She should always have weights on her legs." I moaned, "Nooo. It is pulling me apart." She just said "Girls have to suffer sometimes to be beautiful." I was so vain I just said, "Am I really beautiful?" and was gratified when they all said that I was.

In spite of the pain I watched Marcie approaching me with a feeling of betrayal. She was really enjoying this! She was already trembling with excitement and breathing hard. She was supposed to be my best friend it was alright for her to do this terrible thing to me but she was not supposed to enjoy it.

She suddenly thrust the candle under my pussy. I screamed not from pain but from fear when there was a crackling sound and I could smell the hair burning to make my pussy hot.

She made it last a lot longer than she needed to. She thrust the candle back and forth till there was no more crackling sound then just slowly let the flame lick at my pussy until the whole area where the hair had been was very hot. I was frightened when she brought even more heat by running the flame over my clit exposed by my gaping pussy. I yipped and trembled tied too tightly to be able to pull away.

Finally as my tears rolled off my face she said I was done and the boys began to feel and tug on my hot, bald pussy till they were satisfied there was not a single hair left.

Jim thought it was great, he said, "Wow! She is really naked now. It is really smooth, even better than shaving. It feels like my baby sister's pussy."

I thought that was terrible. His baby sister was only three years old and he was already introducing her to sex. That explained why she was always hugging his legs and looking at him as if he was a god when I had seen them together.

My pussy had cooled by then and the rubbing and fondling had me very excited when the first boy began to spank it. They all had straps so there was no delay when one boy finished and another started with each new boy seeming to slap harder until my pussy was as hot as it had been under the flame.

Then it was Marcie"s turn. "Slaps!" echoed in the room as I screamed along with them feeling the heat and my pussy lips ripped out of normalcy.

When she was through they let me down. It felt wonderful to get my legs back together and to know the rest would be pure pleasure. I did not mind licking pussy as much as Marcie and I was able to cum over and over while the boys fucked me doggie style while others pulled and pinched my nipples and breasts.