Of course not

“Well that was fun girls. Why don’t we wrap things up here before we head off to class,” Victoria says, looking back at the pathetic scene of your curled up body.

A puddle of tears had formed under your face. Your hands were still between your legs trying to alleviate the pain in your mangled nether regions. The bell had rung. You had thought your suffering was over. Apparently, Victoria thought otherwise.

Victoria pulls out a pair of scissors from her purse and starts cutting away at your shirt and bra. Your upper garments were quickly left to shreds, revealing your perky tits to everyone in the hallway. You were too busy tending to your aching pussy to offer any sort of resistance to the stripping. A crowd started to form and you saw couple flashes of a camera, capturing either your exposed tits or your beaten pussy. Probably both.

The scissors move down to the last article of clothing covering your ass and pussy. Not wanting to be completely naked, you give a feeble attempt of defiance, trying to grab at Victoria’s wrist. But in your weakened state, your hands are easily swatted away and the sides of your panties were snipped and roughly torn off your body, leaving you completely naked.

Victoria had put her scissors back into her bag, and trading them out for a couple wooden clothespins. Your eyes widen, imagining all the places they could go. You watch as she brings them towards your exposed chest. But to your surprise, at the last second, she pulls them back. Confused, but thankful, you let out a sigh of relief. That was short-lived, as Victoria brings her fist down into your right nipple, compressing your entire boob into your chest. Before you can catch your breath, she follows up with another fist to your left boob. Apparently not feeling that your boobs have been sufficiently broken in, she brings her fist back for another strike.

WHAM! WHAM!

Two more punches to your right breast.

WHAM! WHAM!

Two more to your left.

“AAAAHHHHaaaaaahhh!” you cry out. You bring your hands up to massage your tits but they are quickly pushed away as Victoria brings back the two clothespins into view. You mouth is quivering, watching in slow motion as the pins approach you pair of nipples. Snapping one onto your right nipple, then the left, you feel them squeeze the life out of them. You’re wailing, rolling back and forth to try to shake them off. She lets you mewl in pain for a few moments, allowing the crowd to really savor the show of your suffering.

You forget about the pain in your nipples as Victoria pulls a third clip out of her bag. This one though was visibly different, made of metal and lined with several sharp teeth.

“Guess where this one is going.”