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kneel on the wood and start licking my feet, showing all of us how sorry you are for having us punished! Leave YOUR feet in the tar!"

"PLEASE...PLEEEEEEZE, LET ME PULL THEM OUT! IT'S GETTING SO HOT IN THERE!!! I'M SOOOO SORRY FOR EVERYTHING!!!" the captive screamed.

"Shut up and start licking. I'M giving the orders here, bitch!"

With that she found the bottom of a foot in her face. She meekly extended her tongue to touch it. The gang on the hill roared approval.

"Lick like you MEAN it! Use your hands to position it - gently - for a better angle. Slurp it up, dear! You had it coming!!! You will be finished only when both my feet shine with your saliva!"

She began to lick rapidly, like a dog with a water dish. This was for real. The sooner she accomplished her task, the sooner it would all be over for her. She used her tongue like never before to the roar of the crowd which was quite enjoying her humiliation!

The five minutes of vigorous lapping seemed like hours until #14 finally spoke again.

"OKAY, 226, you can quit licking now. Stand up!!!"

Number 14 poked her shiny feet out of the shade so the crowd could get a better look. They applauded their approval.

The senior inmate then nodded up to the crane operator. Within a few seconds the crane returned. But THIS time it wasn't a hook. A six- foot pole was lowered just behind #226 to shoulder level. It formed a triange as chains from either side of the pole joined together several feet above the horizontal bar. Handcuffs hung from each end of the bar.

"SPREAD YOUR ARMS OUT!"

Out they went. "Anything," she thought "to get the hell off this roof!"

Click. Click. She was now secured to the pole.

Another nod to the crane operator and 226 was slowly lifted out of the nasty tar. A stream of it oozed off her feet back onto the surface of the roof. It looked much like molasses being poured onto a plate. To get all the drippings, she was held in place about 3 feet off the surface. She was holding her tarred feet apart so they would not stick together. But why was she stopped???

Another nod up to the crane and #226 was brought forward to her captor who reached around the corner and produced a 3' steel bar just like the one stretching out the captive's arms. It, too, had handcuffs on each end.

"Spread your legs, you WORTHLESS CUNT!" screamed #14 as she put on heavy workgloves. "I need to lock you in place! You'd better do it if you want to leave this roof alive!!!"

Apart they went! Two more clicks and we now had a suspended, naked, quivering prisoner, her entire body devoid of hair. Her arms were stretched out as wide as they would go and her legs suffered the

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