He gripped the slip, tearing it from beneath her tits, don to the hem.

Cathy screamed, but Nolan ignored her, ripping the thin shoulder straps off and tossing the ruined garment aside. Then he reached for the cups of her bra.

"No, please! Don't!" she wailed as he pulled one of the cups down and reached for her tit.

His hand went away and he stepped back. "No, please! Not that again, no! Not – aaaggghhhh! Ohhh God!"

Cathy twisted on the thongs as the riding crop lashed her ass, biting deep into her flesh. Another blow landed, beating sheer agony across her asscheeks.

"Tell me how much you love me to touch you," Nolan growled, whipping her again.

"Uurrghhhh! Help! Uncle, help me!" Cathy screamed, but Conrad ignored her, and the riding crop lashed her swelling ass, driving her almost out of her mind with pain.

"Stop him, please! Stop him!"

The riding crop whipped her, slashing another thin red line of pain into her ass-flesh.

"Tell me how much you wanna have me feel your tits," Nolan growled as he whipped her again.

"Oohhh God!" Cathy choked, twisting on the apparatus, her arms straining, her legs twitching with the pain and horror.

She saw the riding crop going up in the air and knew she couldn't take it. The pain was breaking her.

"Aaagghhh!" she screamed as the leather covered crop lashed her ass. "Yes, you can touch my tits!"

Cathy broke down, sobbing, her body hanging limp on the rail.

The riding crop ran over her ass, just touching it through the tiny white panties.

"I'll give you a chance, baby," Nolan said softly, "since you're new at this. You don't just tell me I can touch your tits, you tell me how much you want me to touch you, want me to do what I like with you, got that?"

"Ooohhh God!" she moaned in her horror.