"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.