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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