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One week later.

Lisa's naked body glistened with sweat as her arms were extended above her. Bright stage lights covered the struggling body strung up for the crowd. Tonight she had been tied up on the wooden horse. The slanted sides of the horse made it difficult to keep the pressure off her crotch. She could use her arms to pull herself up by the restraints but she could only last so long before exhaustion **** her to pressed back down on the evil **** device.

What made it even more difficult was the frogtie that they had bound her legs in. Each ankle was wrapped with multiple strands of rope and secured tightly to her thigh. She moaned through the bright red ball gag that silenced any pleas for release she might have.

He big brown eyes pleaded with the crowd or men on stage for freedom but they could see her wet juices on the edge of the horse. They had trained this painslut quickly. It didn't take long for each degrading punishment to show them that pain aroused her.

One man walked up to her and lifted her ample left tit. She turned her head and mumbled through her gag at him. His other hand delivered a swift smack to the tit flesh. She squirmed in her bondage but that only further pressed her pussy down on the horse's edge.

He again lifted the tit. This time he attached weights to her silver nipple ring. Before letting the weights drop and jerk her breast downward. She again screamed into the gag as he repeated the process with her other nipple. Tears filled her eyes from the relentless pain as her pussy dripped more and more of her nectar on the wooden **** device.

She lost view of the man as she struggled for the crowd. She didn't have to wait long to feel his return as a cat-o-nine tails whip landed against her round ass. He wasted no time in repeatedly smacking her ass back and forth with the whip, each blow slightly harder than the one before.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Soon the blows became quicker and harsher. Lisa screamed into the ball gag as her backside was reddened. Finally one final blow jolted her against the wooden horse. She sat there panting pulling at her bonds trying to give her sore crotch relief.

She watched as he moved to the front of the horse. His evil smile told her it wasn't over yet. Her eyes went wide pleaded with him to stop. He momentarily admired the bound brunette with her mascara streaking down her face from her tears. He raised the whip again.

Fire lit across Lisa's chest as the whip crashed into her tits. Her breasts swayed with each hit across as red lines began forming on her chest. She squirmed trying to avoid the blows but there was no where to go. She clenched her eyes tight as her breast were on fire from the whipping and nipple clamps.

She finally opened her eyes and looked down at her sagging bright red tits. The man smiled evilly before mashing a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisting harshly.

"This painslut has had enough. Get her down and prepare the next one." He said as a group of men filled the stage and removed Lisa from the painful bondage.