Walter and Trask immediately pulled the top part of her leather costume up, enveloping her shoulders, arms, and head. They tightened the purse-chain through its metal rings and fastened it, leaving her head and arms tightly encased, with Vicki blinded and helpless as she mumbled her protests through the leather shroud.

Now her leather hobble-skirt was unfastened and removed, exposing her lower body for further painful attentions. Her distorted breasts jutted out grotesquely through the holes in her punishment compression-bra. Betty Jansen stepped up to their victim and tightened the bra even further, increasing the painful force that was extruding those sensitive hemispheres through the small holes.

Walter, Betty, and Trask now began lightly flicking their prisoner with longhandled buggy-whips, aiming their stinging blows at her tenderest and most thrilling parts. Vicki jumped and winced blindly at each stroke, and her tormentors smiled with satisfaction as they watched the heavy metal ball bounce and tug on her pubic triangle.

Vicki was suffering from the continual rain of blows,an: her reflex actions increased the torture of her heel-spiked feet, her weight-dragged vulva, and the tensions in her bizarrely out-thrust breasts. The fact that she could not see and could not use her hands to protect herself made her ordeal all the worse for the helpless girl.

Her quivering buttocks and her jiggling breasts were the principal targets for the light but persistent blows, and Vicki was staggering wildly around in her efforts to lessen her torment. An occasional flick of the whip up between her thighs, landing bitingly

in her pussy was followed instantly by a muffled yelp of anguish from within the all-enveloping leather hood.

The compression-bra was tightened again as Vicki was led down to the cellar for further treatment. Her breasts which had been Smoothly pink hemispheres with darker pink summits, were now forced out into elongated cylinders that stuck straight out from her chest. Originally their bases had been at least six inches in diameter, but now those organs were only two inches across, and proportionately longer. They were darkly engorged with blood from the constriction and were beginning to swell up outside the holes in the fiendish leather brassiere.

The continual blows from the light whips had Vicki sobbing in helpless agony and writhing frantically to escape at least some of the scalding strokes. In order to continue punishing their victim, while allowing the hosts to get some rest, it was decided that Walter, Betty, and Trask would take turns during the long night ahead in administering torments upon their guilty prisoner. While Betty took the first shift as torturer, Walter led Trask around the cellar, showing him the instruments and equipment and explaining its use.

Betty placed two small padded benches in the middle of the cellar floor and had Vicki lie down on them, with her hips supported on one bench and her head and shoulders on the other. Now Betty unhooked the heavy metal ball from the ring that was glued to Vicki's pubic hair. A chain from the ceiling was now attached to the ring on Vivki's delta. Betty pulled upward on the chain, making her victim arch her body upward to relieve the painful strain. Then Betty fastened the chain to a hook in the ceiling, and removed the bench from beneath Vicki's hips. This left the prisoner bent upward, sup-