The carved wooden clamp was of a dark hardwood, with two horizontal slats, each of about 3-inches wide and set apart about eight inches. At either end of the slats two thick and long screws, also of the same carved wood, connected the two, obviously used to draw the slats together and to crush whatever might be between them.

Kline, moved toward her, his cock pulsing excitedly and his ball-sac so firmed that it rubbed the insides of his naked thighs. He held the clamp up in front of the screaming girl and savoured the moment of her utter feat fully. “A little hand-me-down,” he explained as a shout so as to be heard above her screeching.

“Something my ancestors used to gain confessions with.”
He slotted the clamp over her naked tits, easing each of her soft orbs between the slats and pushing the wooden clamp back against her chest. Kline pressed the head of his cock again against her stomach as he began winding down the threads and drawing the clamp slats closer together. Down and down he wound the threads, closing the slats onto her pillowing tits and starting the crush and pressure on them. Good?” he sniggered as her eyes locked wide and her mouth held open in a tailing and lung-bursting scream of pure agony. Gradually the thick wooden slats crushed her tits, squeezing her orbs flat close to her chest and thereby making the bulbous ends swell out, dark and blood-filled with the nipples pumped and bloated in firmed erection. Harder down he wound the slats, crushing and squeezing until her tits were almost flat close to her body and the rest of them pushed out like inflated balloons.

He then stood back to view his work and to fully appreciate her frantic struggling as the pain and suffering ripped through her young, naked frame. When he had watched her to his fill he selected a thin leather hawse from the cupboard and took a firm grip on the heavy handle, leaving the two-foot tail if thin leather to dangle free and moved around to the back of the frame. On the outsides of her thighs be started, whipping in hard with savage swipes of great force, slapping the thin whip hard across her soft skin with alternating fore and back-handed lashes. He beat the outsides of both her thighs until the skin was blotched red and her howling became so intense that her voice cracked as her throat dried. Kline then paused, to fully appreciate the tremendous throbbing in his stiff cock and then, aiming at her firmed buttocks, laid into her with a devastating fury. “You painted slut!” he panted excitedly as he whipped the leather whip across her backside. He delighted in the way her body jerked and her hips jolted forward under the impact but only to be checked by the strap around her waist. Hard in again he lashed, laying the whip even harder across her bare buttocks to land a stinging blow that not only cracked loudly but raised a vivid and angry-looking red stripe on her pale skin. “Dirty, dirty, bitch,” he muttered as

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