Vicki managed to stagger erect and found she was standing in the tub half full of foulsmelling opaque lumpy fluid. Her hips were so weak and stiff from holding her enforced bent-over pose that she could hardly stand. Her eyes burned and her nose felt cauterized and he mouth kept watering and gagging from her disgusting ordeal of her own filth. Her scratched and torn crotch burned, and her inflame breasts felt soalded.

"You certainly are a truly beautiwoman, Vicki," sneered Walter as they surveyed the bedraggled shuddering girl. "While you're standing in that lovely puddle in the tub there, I think you should try to get that constricting bra-strap off your divine tits."

The exhausted and suffering girl looked down at her breasts where they swelled out so grotesquely beyond the small holes in the strap which so painfully cinched their bases and made the glands look like purplish over-ripe melons attached to her by stalks. At this prospect of relief, she gently removed the biting pinch-clamps which held the dangling weights on her crushed nipples. With the pressure removed the nipples immediately swelled up to triple their normal size and began to hurt even more.

As she touched the heavy leather brastrap wondering how she could get it off over the terribly swollen masses of her breasts, Trask Potter said, "If you can't pull your tits back through those holes in the leather, maybe we can find out if we can hang you up to the ceiling by your imprisoned boobs. They were squeezed out through those small holes, so you should be able to get them back through the same holes, even though they have swelled a lot during your punishment session here."

Vicki realized that somehow the constricting bra-strap would have to be removed from the bases of her swollen breasts eventuallu, and the sooner the better. And it cortainly would be less painful for her if she could perform the operation herself, rather than have her cruel persecutors do it. She realized that the inflated condition of her breasts was due to an unnatural accumulation of fluid in the tissues. If only somehow she could remove this extra fluid, the constricting bra-strap could be removed.

Her breasts were swollen as big as grapefruits outside the cinching leather holes. To get juice out of a grapefruit, you squeeze it. That might be the answer to her problem. As her tormentors watched gloatingly, Vieki clasped both her hands around one painfully enlarged breast and began to squeeze.

The pressure of her grip hurt terribly, both on the whip-striped skin and in the deep abuse tissues. Slowly she could feel the excess liquids being driven out of the tumescent flesh. The pain was already agonizing, but maybe she could reduce the swelling in this way enough so that the encircling leather hole could be dragged off. The whole engorged gland felt ready to burst from this increased pressure, but Vicki knew she was gaining.

She dared not stop now, for she would immediately lose what she had gained. Whimpering in torment, Vieki slowly felt the turgid mass being reduced under the painful pressure she was exerting on her supersensitive flesh. Seconds of this torture seemed hours long, but finally she looked down and thought she had reduced the grotesque swelling enough to allow ker beob to escape its tightly encircling leather grip.