Vicki stared down at her abused breasts as she obeyed and saw the weights flipping and swinging on her tormented nipples. She winced

and moaned at this added torture but she did not dare refuse the command as she whimpered, "Each slightest movement there hurts so much. When those weights bounce and pull like that it feels as if my heart and soul were being ripped out through my poor titties. They used to give me so much pleasure, but now hey only give me such terrible pain."

"Grab the weights in your hands and really tug on them,' " ordered Trask.

As Vicki reluctantly obeyed she continued to whimper, "Oooooh, it hurts so. It feel as if I am pulling my nipples right off. And my whole breasts feel as if they are going to explode right off my body. I can't stand it. It's too much."

"But we're just beginning, Vicki," Trask Potter taunted his victim. "I have lots more duties for you to perform while you tell me how effective these punishments are. And remember to keep watching yourself in the mirror so you can really appreciate what is being done to you. I want to be sure you get the fullest benefits from this treatment."

As Vicki stared dolefully at her reflection, Trask continued his instructions. "Now lean down and pull up your skirt so you can tuck the hem in at the waist and show off what you have in your crotch. I mean what is normally there plus what has been added. And don't forget to keep telling me what you se and how it feels."

Viski started to obey, but as she bent ever she stopped suddenly with a wail of anguish. "Ooh, I can't do it. Those things at the back

of my legs won't let me. They make the dildoes in my bottom and in my pussie wreneh horribly deep inside me down there whenever I try to bend my hips."

"You have to bend over and pull up your skirt anyway, Vicki," Trask warned her. "Or would you rather I used this whip on your buttocks and breasts to make you do it?"

He gave a light flick across her exposed and distorted tits, and the suffering girls tried to protect herself with her hands. This resulted in further pain as the bra-strap surged painfully against her constricted breasts. Finally with a frantic effort that brought a wail of torment, Vicki managed to grasp the hem of her skirt and pull it up to expose her crotek fully, as she could see in the mirror.

Below the strap stretching tautly down from her snug waist-cineh, both viewers could see the spike-covered curved metal piece deeply buried between the spread lips of her vulva. As she turned around, under his order, the other end of the crotch-piece, covered with more needles, could be seen deep between her ass-cheeks, held up by the strap leading up in back to the waist-cinch. The lateral horns were securely fastened to her thighs.

When they both faced the mirror again, Trask told her to start marching in place and tell him how it felt. It took only one step for her to cringe into immobility and begin begging for mercy. "I Can't stand it. It hurts too much down there between my legs. Whenever I move one leg it twists that terrible spiked thing and the needles are pressed into me horribly. In front the spikes are driven into the lips of my pussie and into the middle too. And in back the needles are shoved into my ass-cheeks and rasped against my bottom-hole."