This constriction stretched their flesh as tightly as a pair of overinflated balloons, rendering them exquisitely tender. As bulbous as balloons too and hugely distended, Sara’s now perfectly ovoid breasts thrust separately out from her chest outrageously far in front of her. Bulging like overripe melons about to burst they seemed to mutely beg for the most horrific sort of abuse. And this they promptly received, in radically fanatical fashion.
Mistress Shanna began by slapping those bloated globes back and forth as hard as she could until her hands were too sore to continue. At that point she doubled up a thick leather belt and whipped them. Striking them individually from every possible angle for over half an hour she beat Sara’s tightly bound boobs black and blue. Then as she had done
