And then my torture increased beyond what I thought was possible. I screamed anew as a lightening jolt of electricity crashed into my senses. Again I ...creamed as another jolt hit me. A clear part of my brain realized I was being tortured by a cattle prod. Another jolt but this time the prod was touched to my nipples. I was past screaming, and babbled incoherently. Each jolt caused my body to jump against my ropes and I jerked down hard which caused more pain as each jerking lifted and dropped. "Such a lovely pink pussy. I know exactly what it needs." Lyn turned when she heard the noise behind her, two men bringing over a largetable to the center of the stage and then leaving, but not before they admiredher naked body. She felt even more exposed, her garter belt and stockings highlightingher naked sex. "On your back on the table Lyn." He helped her up, seeing her cringe as herback hit the cold wooden table. "I'll warm you up soon," teasing her. He pulledher arms behind her, the golden. "And don't take my clothes!" Paula said, kind of half-seriously. I don't think her clothes would have fit me anyway."But..." I looked around, blinking at them. "You want me to steal clothes?" And put them on!" Stacy said and looked to her friends. "What time is the fashion show?" Two o'clock?" Veronica suggested, looking at a nodding Heather."Yeah, quarter after is good." Heather smiled at me. "So at 2:15 you'll be in the library. Just walk in through the east doors and walk out the west. Grandpa took great delight in punching a new hole in the fixing strap of Jenny's slave collar, so he could fully tighten it around her skinny just-teenage neck, especially at bedtime.Often the wide black leather slave collar was the only thing Jenny wanted to wear on the weekends, dancing around grandpa's flat in just her new black bra and panties.In the evening laying across his lap, while grandpa watched TV, he would slide a finger under her collar to check it was just tight enough to.