age daughter involved in the dual horrors of Lesbianism and drug addiction.

In a stern voice, emphasized by a vigorous thwack of his whip across her lewdly jutting ass-cheeks, Trask said, "Now, Vicki, I want you to show me every detail of how you have been punished, and demonstrate to me how you are being hart in cash place. ean start by pulling up the top part of your sostume and fastening it around your neck se I can see what you're talking about."

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"Oooh, I hurt so muda in so many son sitive places that I can hardly move," whinpered the suffering girl. "Please don't make so do anything or talk about it."

"Don't argue with me, Vicki," Trask warned bor. "You know how this whip feels on your plump bottom. Do what I've told you, er you'll find out how the whip feels on your bulging titties."

This dire throat convinced the victim that she must obey, and slowly she managed to use her bound hands te lift the hom of the top of her costume and secure it around her neck. Immediately her hands went out to the side, just below shoulder level, to ease the strain of the bra-strap on her distorted breasts.

"New show me and tell me exactly how your tits mart, ordered Trask firmly. "Move your hands, and tell me how it feels,"

Fearfully Vieki moved her hands a little and moaned as her sonstricted breasts jiggled and bounced on their leather-bound stoms, making the weighted nipple-elamps tug agonizingly. In a voice that was hoarse with tears, she said, "No matter how I move

my hands, it moves this awful leather strap that's so tight around my breasts and makes Each hand makes both breasts

then hurt more.

move and hurt."

"How does it hurt?" asked Trask, smiling in satisfaction at the obvious suecess of the punishments being inflicted on the guilty girl.

"Bulging out through the small hole in the strap, and being swollen ap so mich, they look like melons on a stem. They feel as if they are going to explode from the pressure in them, and whenever I have to move it hurts even more, "wailed Vicki.

"Jump up and down, so we can both watch your titties bounce, ordered Trask. "And then tell me about how it feels."

Obediently Vicki bounced up and down a few times, her breasts bounding and swaying grotesquely on their narrow stems. She had to groan from the added torment but said, "The skin feels as if it is going to split right off. And the insides feel as if they are being crushed by the pressure and swelling. Oooh, I can't stand so much pain there."

"And how about your nipples?" asked Trask, staring at the distorted sunnits so eruelly gripped by the pinch-clamps.

"They hurt worst or all," sobbed Vicki. "Those weights always tugging on them, especially whenever I have to move.

"Move your hands sideays rapidly," commanded her master. "So I can watch the weights twirl and drag on those most sensitive nubbina. I like to watch you hurting yourself in such sexy ways."