"Well, it's not so simple," one officer explained. "I mean, we weren't here when it happened. It's your word against theirs."

The girls were confused and angry. What was wrong with these cops? What were they afraid of?

After the police left, Mr. O'Malley apologized for his cowardice and explained why the police seemed reluctant to get involved.

"It's Louie's uncle," he said, almost in tears. "Nobody wants to make him mad. He knows Louie's a bum, but family is family. And what's worse, Louie's other uncle, on his mother's side, is a county commissioner. Louie's untouchable."

"Until he finally goes too far and kills someone," Trish muttered.

So this was small-town evil, thought SG. A big lout with connections who can get away with just about anything. A bully who roughs up girls half his size. Including girls who enjoy it.

"You're all red in the face," said Estelle. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," said SG. She had been blushing at her own thoughts, and now she blushed even more deeply. Thank goodness Estelle couldn't read minds.



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But maybe she could read SG's mind. In the week following what the girls referred to as the Malt Shop Massacre, she began dropping hints about kinky sexual activities. One afternoon, as they strolled across the campus, she whispered into SG's ear, "Have you ever been tied up?"

"Tied up?" SG asked loudly.

"Hush," said Estelle. "Listen, I want you to come over to my dorm after dinner. I've discovered how to get up into the attic. No one goes there. I want to show you something - something I think you'll like."

SG giggled. "Okay. Sounds exciting."

That evening, Estelle led SG to a door at the end of a dimly lit third-floor corridor of her dorm. Estelle knelt and slipped a bent hairpin into the lock. After a few seconds of jiggling, the door opened. Behind it was what looked like a large broom closet. Estelle closed the door behind them and turned on her flashlight. Against the far wall was a step ladder. Above it were three curved metal bars embedded in the wall. Their spacing suggested they were intended for climbing. And in the ceiling was a recessed square covered by a slab of unpainted wood.

Estelle climbed up first, pushed up the wooden covering and slid it to one side. Then she pulled herself up through the square opening. SG followed quickly.

Estelle reached up and pulled on a cord. A single bare light bulb suddenly illuminated their corner of the attic. It was filled with bulky equipment shrouded in sheets.

"Look at this," Estelle whispered, as she pulled the sheet from some object that was taller than they were.

It was a large wooden X, with chains and manacles hanging from each corner.

"Golly," said SG. "I've never seen anything like this. Except in the bad kind of comic books."

"Yeah, it's like the stuff in dungeons," Estelle said excitedly. "And how about this?"

She pulled the covering from a squat wooden chair with a straight back and sturdy looking arm rests. There were leather straps attached to the arm rests and an iron ring protruding from the top of the chair back.

SG looked more closely. In the seat of the chair was a circular hole about three inches in diameter.

"What are you supposed to do, pee through it?" she asked.

Estelle laughed, then she knelt and reached under the chair. Suddenly there was a metallic snap and a studded iron dildo shot up through the hole.

"Holy smoke!" cried SG.

"It gets even better - or worse, depending on your point of view," said Estelle. She turned a crank attached to the side of the chair. The dildo began rotating and moving up and down.

"Who would dream up something like this?" SG asked, her face filled with wonder.

"I don't know," said Estelle. "Maybe Toop the Snoop. I can see her torturing beautiful young women to find out if they've been naughty."

They continued to explore the attic. There was a chest filled with whips and ropes and handcuffs. Estelle uncovered a bed with thick wooden posts at the corners. Cords were attached to each post.

She jumped onto the mattress.

"Tie me up," she said, with a strange smile.

SG was embarrassed. "What if somebody comes up here?"

"Nobody's coming. Hurry up."

SG secured Estelle's wrists and ankles, then sat on the bed beside her. Estelle looked so beautiful - and so deliciously helpless.

"Kiss me," said Estelle. "Kiss me all over."

SG kissed Estelle on the lips and began unbuttoning her blouse. Then she slid her mouth down Estelle's throat and moved to her right breast. Estelle moaned as SG sucked and licked her nipple.

"Oh, yes, yes," she cried softly.

SG slipped her hand down to Estelle's crotch and began fondling her pussy.

Estelle's slender body was writhing with pleasure.

"Oh, God, it's too much. Oh, God, do more. Do more."

SG slipped off her own skirt and panties, and straddled Estelle. She began licking Estelle's wet pussy, even as Estelle was licking hers. They orgasmed together and lay breathing heavily for several minutes.