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              Now only his right hand was at work.  Fingers toyed with her

         pussy lips, slid down to her vaginal opening and back up across her

         center cleft towards her clit.  She quickened her breathing again

         and began to moan and struggle as his fingers finally reached her

         throbbing, erect clit.  He gently brushed back and forth across the

         nubbin.  He paused to part her pussy lips so the clit was totally

         exposed.  It was in such a state of excitement that it was

         protruding from its sheath and was remarkably swollen.  He knew it

         must be at maximum sensitivity.  He gently moved his index finger

         down again, slowly inserting it into her hot, quivering tunnel all

         the way to the knuckles of his hand.  He stroked the insides of the

         love tunnel around and around, up and down.  Kim was beginning to

         buck involuntarily now.  His fingers left again, this time wet with

         pussy juices, and again approached her swollen clit.  He moistened

         the clit and renewed his attack by flicking and stroking right on

         the exposed nub.  

         

              "NNGGGGG, NGGGG, NNNNGGGGGG!!!," was about all Kim could get

         past the gag.  She had abandoned all pretense of control.  She felt

         the waves of impending climax begin to swell within her breasts and

         loins.  He was truly expert, and was driving her mad with desire! 

         The oogling office staff couldn't have been more pleased.  She saw

         faces pressed to the window and binoculars began to appear to get

         a better close-up view of her displayed sex and tits.  Then, just

         as the climax was about to hit and give her release, the hands

         vanished!!  Kim continued to thrash as best she could, pleading,

         begging beneath the mask--all to no avail!

         

              Suddenly, a new sensation.  She felt fingers on the soles of

         her feet--dancing wildly--TICKLING WILDLY.  Kim simply had not

         anticipated this!!  No one knew this secret.  She was terrible

         ticklish--everywhere.  An now her most ticklish places were exposed

         and totally available to his dancing fingers.  She couldn't stand

         it.  BUT SHE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO STAND IT!!  She jerked her feet

         wildly within the limitations of their restraints.  The sensations

         were maddening, and there was no escape!!  Then she felt the

         dancing fingers traveling up her legs, driving her to new heights

         of intolerance.  He gently stroked the backs of her knees,

         differently than before, now more gently, faster, maddeningly. 

         Then on to the insides of her thighs, flicking over her belly.  

         

              Finally, Kim felt the fingers slowly work themselves up

         towards her most ticklish spots--her ribs and sides of her breasts. 

         She began to buck wildly as the dancing fingers played her ribs

         like a harp--up and down, back and forth under her breasts, around

         her breasts, down to her belly, back up.  She was going mad.  She

         couldn't stand it.  She couldn't breath.  Her eyes bugged wildly. 

         Her hands and arms grabbed at the air for something--anything to

         grab hold of.  She could only shriek silently into her gag, begging

         him only in her mind where NOT to go next!

         

              "AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE!!! Not my RIBS.  AH-AH-AH-AAIIIIEEEEE!!! Not

         my TI-TI-TIIIIIITTSSAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!! No! No! NO MORE!!

         AAAAIIIIEEEE!!" she shrieked through the muffling gag.  But she

         knew that only she could hear her pleas.  His dancing hands kept on

         for what seemed to Kim to be forever.  Her bucking and grasping

         caused delight in the audience.  Between gasps for breath and wild

         tosses of her tresses in desperation, Kim caught occasional

         glimpses of her wildly cheering, silent audience seemingly mocking

         her torment and terror.  She was sweating profusely now, and was

         responding with total abandon to the stimulation she was being made

         to endure.  

         

              AND THE CAMERA--THE ALL-SEEING CAMERA RECORDING HER STRUGGLES

         FOR FUTURE ENJOYMENT!!  A new feeling of panic and abandon took

         control over Kim's emotions, and she struggled anew.  Suddenly, the

         dancing fingers were gone.  Kim took the opportunity, short as it

         was, to get her breath, and tried to calm down.

         

              "Take a look, Kim," she heard him say.  She looked up to see

         a can and razor.  "I'm going to shave your pussy bald.  Even though

         your hair is blonde, it covers your cunt too much.  You owe it to

         your fans that they be able to see ALL of the instrument which 

         makes their star respond so delightfully."  A new sense of

         mortification came over her.  

         

              Kim felt the cool foam as it touched her splayed cunt.  His

         hands expertly smoothed the cream over her blonde patch, gently

         stroking the clit so as to bring her to new heights of arousal

         before starting his primary task.  Now the gloating audience would

         have a totally unobstructed view of all her most secret places. 

         They would be looking directly into her moist love tunnel, her

         pussy lips, and would have a full view of her swollen clit.  Not

         even the thin protection of her pussy hair would conceal her from

         the prying eyes, the binoculars, AND THE CAMERA!!  Kim turned her

         head to the side, unable to look at the audience while her "master"

         started to shave her pussy bald.  

         

              It didn't take long.  Soon, he had shaved her pubic area and

         pussy lips.  She was as smooth as a newborn baby, but she certainly

         bore no resemblance to a baby.  Her bald pussy acquired a new

         sensitivity as the cool room air constantly reminded her that she

         was now totally bald--totally exposed as never before!  What could

         happen next?  Would he FUCK her in front of the audience? 

         Silently, Kim began to realize that this was probably her final

         degradation.  She could only resign herself to await whatever fate

         he had in mind.  She was totally unprepared for his next move!

         

              "Kim, you probably think I'm going to FUCK you as a finale to

         the show!  I'M not going to fuck you, but you will be fucked--as

         you have never been fucked before!  First, we need to adjust your

         position a bit.  Your display is not quite complete yet!" 

         

              Kim saw him place bars in an "X" fashion between the tops of

         the four corner posts of the bed.  The bars had numerous holes in

         them.  He placed a series of pulleys on the bars and ran 1" nylon

         rope through them.  He attached one end of a strand of rope to each

         of the head corner posts, and the other end of each rope to each of

         Kim's ankles.  He pulled the rope tight, holding the excess of both

         ropes in his hand.  Then he removed the bonds holding Kim's knees

         and ankles to the foot of the bed.  She felt her ankles being

         pulled up toward the ceiling, spread apart, and pulled back over

         her head.  The rope was tied.  



                                Continued in final installment, Part VI