The sadistic Amazon with the pretty-girl face arrived at the dungeon in an angry mood and is taking it out on her screaming slave. Without a hint of an excuse, she’s stripped his clothes, tied his hands toward the ceiling and is whacking maniacally with a horse-tail whip. Not only do the back and ass taste leather, but chest and aching nipples too. “Shut up,” she snarls, yanking his hair without a pause in the whipping. “Who’s your owner, slave?” “You are, Lady Towers,” he manages to sputter.On and on the merciless lashing goes. His chest is a rosy hue, with nasty red slashes here and there, a picture of punishment gone way too far. She’s whipping with all the strength in her athletic body, using all the leverage her six-foot-four inch frame affords her. And then she goes crazy! Abruptly, she’s slashing away at machine-gunn speed—despite the unfortunate man’s shrieks for mercy.