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"Well… what's wrong with that, Pam?"

"Nothing." They embraced each other, and the room fell silent.

"Donna?"

"Yes?"

"How can a girl get to sleep when she's got a warm wonderful friend in her arms? I mean… you're all curvy and warm and kinda wet."

"Same thing just occurred to me," laughed

Donna.

"Well… we could do something about it," whis- pered Pamela.

"Like this?" Donna kissed Pamela on the mouth.

"I think we'll fall in love sooner or later, darling," said Pamela.

"Let's make it sooner," said Donna nibbling

Pamela's ear.

For the next hour the room echoed only two sounds. The ticking of the alarm clock, and tender girl-noise.

***

Pamela and Donna awoke in the morning with a delightfully new outlook on females! When Jan came bouncing in wearing white shorts and T-shirt the girls looked at her in a far different way than they would have twenty-four hours earlier. They had showered and put on fresh panties and stock- ings.

"Good morning, slaves," said Jan. It was said cheerfully.

"Good morning, mistress," came a chorus of two. Today the words came so easily it surprised them.

"Off to the nurse to get your rings. Then you'll meet the other slaves. They're cute. You'll like them." Jan was in a very good mood it seemed.

The rings! They knew of the rings of Avondale.

It had all sunk in yesterday and was expected.

They had talked about it in bed between delicious tastes of each other.

Jan led the girls to the medical lab and turned them over to the nurse before leaving.

"Hello, I'm Sabrina," said the nurse. Pamela and

Donna said nothing. They were having trouble tak- ing Sabrina in.

The girl was deep brunette, with long hair, per- haps twenty-six. Her nurses' uniform was quite more than had been expected by the girls, but after last night, very delightful indeed. The top was form-fitt,ing, and by the two pinkish spots, it was very obvious that there was no bra underneath.

The little skirt was just that. Little. It came down only as far as the bottom of Sabrina's white pan- ties, if that. The strip of panty that swung between her legs was not covered at all. She was a study in exciting white. Yesterday Sabrina would have re- ceived a glance from the girls. Today, a thorough assessment!

"O.K., let's get to it," said Sabrina pleasantly.

"Take your pants off, and… Pamela… you're first. Up on the table, hon."

Pamela assumed her position on the table, lying flat. Sabrina tied her wrists and arms to bolts at the four corners. Pamela once again was rather stunned by the pure acceptance of bondage at

Avondale. It was put on just like a coat would be at home, and because it was, it became so much easier for a girl to acclimate herself to. Yet, it was

stunning, in a way, to know that this lovely nurse had bound her and was about to put rings in her as merely her oft-repeated job! As Sabrina had tied her, she had told the girls about her husband and three young children, and her involvement in com- munity and church affairs.

Pamela's thoughts were once again muddled.

How could such a lovely nurse, and devoted family woman, calmly tie and ring girls? Unless, once again, such things were indeed beneficial for girls.

Pamela was beginning to believe that perhaps it just might be so.

"Before I came," said Sabrina, "they used to have straps on this table, but I thought that that was rather unfeminine and medical looking. Ropes are much nicer looking on a girl, and much sexier."

There it was again. Lovely married nurse, nice children, yet totally into girls as a natural and accepted thing. Pamela was beginning to learn more and more about this delightful attraction be- tween females, all the time! The halls of Avondale had smiled with pleasure upon it for over a cen- tury. It was the utter normalcy of it that aroused

Pamela.

"You'll take five rings," said Sabrina in a matter- of-fact voice. "One in each nipple, one in the nose, and one in each pussy lip. Don't want anesthetic, do you, darling? Haven't had a fluff ask for it since a year ago."

"Geez!" said Pamela.

"Sorry, hon, what did you say?"

"I said, geez. I knew to expect the nipple-rings, but the others! Geez!"

Sabrina laughed. "Didn't Jan tell you then?

She's a tease, she is. Well, up until ten years ago nipple-rings were all that were put into a girl, but Ravan decided, correctly I might add, that modern girls should be able to accept them easily. After all,

Pamela, Roman and Greek girls took five rings or more, you know. Are you not as good as they?"

"I guess so," said Pamela. "Have you had… all those rings?"

"Sure. I loved 'em too. You'll feel different when you see them in you and get used to them. You'll never be a woman until you're ringed, you know.

Well, we'll start with those precious nipples of yours, okay?"

"O.K.," said Pamela. "Might as well start some- where. Go!"

Sabrina took a long hypo-type tool from its berth in an alcohol bottle, and laid it next to Pamela. Her hands gently played with Pamela's breasts. Yet again the philosophy of girls was driven home to