Christine surveyed the naked bound bodies of four of the women, who had humiliated her. Each was tied by her wrists and ankles to a brass ring about two feet in diameter. Their buttocks wrested on a cushion on top of the ring, with their legs and arms behind them. They were in a semicircle round her.

They were slowly coming to. Christine could wait.

While they had been unconscious, Christine had teased out their clitorises and carefully attached little ring clamps to the base of each one. The fair one had been most difficult, because hers was so small, and she may have taken a little extra flesh inside the ring. To the clamps she had attached cords, which led upward to a pulley dangling from the ceiling. They were bound together and from the join dangled a rod, to which she had added a small weight. She would add more later.

Two Nubian women were shaving the bound women to ensure they had no public hair. Their use of cut throat razors had to be carefully monitored. Christine did not want them to spoil her fun by getting too enthusiastic too early. When the Nubians had seen the inert white women, they had wanted to proceed immediately. It was much easier to perform the operation, while the woman was unconscious. This was exactly what Christine did not want. She had persuaded them that her amendment to the traditional procedure would result in an even more complete result. She was also paying them, so they let her have her way.

When the Nubians had finished, she admired the view. From each pair of shaved labia there came a white cord pulling on a clitoris.

The women were stirring. She wanted them all fully awake, so she left the room and took some tea with the Nubians.

She returned alone. All the women were awake and straining their necks to look at her. Some were also moving their arms and legs, but all they could manage were circular movements round the rings.

‘We meet again. I hope you remember me. If not what you are going to go through will seem rather pointless. However, I have little doubt you do.’

‘What are you going to do?’ asked one of the women.

‘From your positions, I think you must have guessed.’

She went round the women one by one, making sure the clamps were firmly attached and the clitorises fully engorged. She took the woman with the large inner labia first. The Nubians would deal with them later. Maybe she should stay for that aspect, or even have it done first. She mused, but decided to continue with her initial plan. Then she dealt with the fair haired one. She writhed as Christine touched her, but Christine managed to readjust the clamp so that it had a firm grip on her small clitoris. Next came the buxom brunette. With her large breasts and buttocks she would have fetched a price in a slave market.

The women either writhed or just looked at her impassively. It made no difference to the end result. Finally she took particular delight in carressing the contralto’s clitoris to full size and then squeezed the tip with the full force of her finger ends. This woman was of mid size in everything, breasts, buttocks, labia. The woman winced as Christine squeezed hard, her finger nails making an impression.

She went to the rod with small weight on it and gave it a hard jerk. All the women’s backs arched as their crotches rose in response to the pull.

‘Now that I have your attention, I shall tell you what I am going to do.’

They all looked at her. The contralto struggled to move her arms, but they just slid round the ring.

‘I am going to add weights to this rod,’ she said, this time pulling slightly on the rod.

‘The weights will be added until the weight on this end is so great that you will be lifted off the floor,’ she then added a five kilogramme weight to the cord and watched the women’s crotches respond. She then added another.

All the women now had their buttocks raised off the floor. The cords were all tight under tension.

Christine said, ‘Last time, I was bound and naked and you all poked away inside me. I’m not going to do that to you. In fact, I am going to give you a little erotic pleasure. Last time you made me lick all of your clitorises. I’m going to do the same today. But the end result will be different.’

She pulled her jelabah over her head and then her slip. She stepped out of sandals.

‘I’m just as naked as I was last time, but I can use these,’ she said, waving her arms around.

‘Before I begin, I’ll get you a little higher.’

She then put another weight on the rod. All the women arched their backs.

She walked round them all. She stopped opposite the contralto. The contralto's upturned face looked up at Christine. Her head was at crotch height. Her arms were tied down to the brass ring, but she could mover her head and her brown hair shook as she struggled against the bindings.

Christine parted her legs then pulled her labia apart with each hand. 'Remember, you said that if you liked what you saw, you'd join Zoe. Do you like what you see?'

'No answer. I'll take that as agreement.'

She then moved inside the semi circle and bent down over the woman's sex. She touched the tip of the contralto's clitoris with her finger and then licked it. She then plucked the tense cord and watched it quiver. The woman moaned. She did the same thing with each one.

Finally she stood in the middle of the semi-circle and added another weight to the rod, and then another.

Each woman was now at full stretch. The smallest one, with blondish hair, was on tip toe. Her back was fully arched. Christine looked round at the cords leading to the four increasingly stretched clitorises. She inspected them.

'I think that you will all soon be at full stretch. I wonder who will crack first?'

She added another weight. The blondish one was perspiring. She then added another.

The fair haired woman screamed. The cord hung there, with her clitoris still in the clamp. She collapsed on the floor.

Christine added another weight. The buxom jerked violently in reaction. Her movements accelerated the process and her clitoris parted from her body. She fell backwards.

This left two at full stretch. The woman with the large inner labia now had a clitoris to match. As Christine added another weight, she lifted off the ground and then fell back. Her clitoris remained in the clamp haning from the pulley.

Only the contralto was left. Her clitoris was now taking all the weight and she actually hung from it

Christine regarded her agony. She did nothing for a moment. Then she dressed.

She went to the door and called the Nubians in.

As she came back, the contralto was still suspended.

She brought the two Nubians to look at the suspended woman. Christine picked a scalpel out of her bag, and sliced off the woman's stretched clitors. She collapsed on the floor.

Christine took off the four cords with their trophies still clamped in them.

She looked at the Nubians and said, 'Tidy them up. Make them respectable enough to be servants in your villages. Give them my thanks for their gifts.'

Packing her trophies in her bag, she turned and left.