ported only on her shoulders and her feet. she tried to relax from this straining pose, the weight of her body would be dragging on the ring glued to her crotch.

Betty's first attentions were devoted to Vicki's tortured breasts. Gripping a turgid nipple tightly between thumb and fingers, Betty pulled strongly upward while pushing down on the leather bra-strap with her other hand. This foreed more of the painfully compressed gland out through the narrow hole. Next Betty tightened the bra fastenings even tighter around Vicki's chest to maintain the pressure.

Vicki was writhing and moaning in terment, and each movement increased the pain of the upward pull on her crotch. Now Betty grabbed the other nipple and dragged that breast further up through the constricting hole, and again tightened the bra in back, to insure that the agonizing pressure continued.

While she stood and surveyed the results of her latest actions, Betty used the baggy-whip to keep switching her straining vietim every few seconds, striking at her most sensitive parts with the flicking lash so as to keep Vicki struggling and hurting herself. Through the enveloping leather hood came sounds that were unintelligible but certainly were pleas for mercy and promises of reform.

Every time that the whiplash bit deep between Vicki's spread thighs, the victim lurched and screamed to demonstrate the effectiveness of the blow. The sudden body movements put sudden dragging strains of the fixture that was glued to her crotch, causing more agony. And when the lash welted the elongated masses of Vicki's breasts, it caused more pain and swelling in those distorted organs. But Betty's favorite target was always the plump

resilient mounds of Vicki's ass-cheeks. After each blow there, the flesh would quiver from the painful assault and then clench firmly in reaction and to keep her whole body from moving and hurting her crotch more.

As a further variation in punishing Vicki, Betty knelt beside her victim and began massaging and kneading and squeezing the extruded and whipped breasts. She pinched the nipples cruelly, making them bleed in their tormented engorgement. Then Betty used both her hands on one helpless upthrust breast, squeezing and trying to crush it in her fingers while shrieks and moans came uselessly from within the enveloping leather hood.

Under this terrible abuse, Vicki's titties began to swell to even greater proportion outside the constricting holes in her compression-bra. To the helpless sufferer it seemed as if each distorted mound on her chest was about to explode from both internal and external pressure. She could not see how deformed and warped their shapes were, but she could feel all too clearly how much they hurt. Vicki had always been proud of her breasts and their effect on her male admirers, and had always deeply enjoyed having her Lesbian partners play with them. But such was her present anguish that she would have willingly had them removed, if only the torture in them would stop. Vicki even felt that she was ready to die if that was the only way to stop the pain she was being forced to endure.

As the final act of her solo torture session with Vicki, Botty now stood astride her supine victim, facing down toward her feet, and slowly sat down, allowing her weight to press down on the prisoner's swollen, cinched, and captive breasts. Vicki writhed and screamed and struggled, but there was no way she coul escape this terrible acon And to welze