Kriss was cringing as the tree stump was grinding and cutting against the skin of her back. Most painful was the ragged wooden edge was that was raking at her shoulder-blade branding. The yoke was pulling her head and neck down, off the stump, forcing her back into a painful arch and preventing her from seeing what was happening between her legs. She could only feel them held open and was unable to close them because of the brute who was kneeling between them.<br/><br/>As she struggled on the stump, her short mini-skirt was trussed around her hips, looking more like a belt than a real piece of cloth. Between its upper hem and the lower hem of the narrow leather corset, the protruding, charred letters "MURDRER" were forming a strong contrast against her pale skin. The elbow and knee pads laced to her limbs, assorted to her heavy roller skates, formed a strange sight.<br/><br/>Her pussy was still sore from being stitched and when she felt the cock press against her cleft, she moaned in pain. She was expecting the man to stop or cut the stitches but he only pressed harder. The pressure increased, trying to part her nether lips. The thread was strong though, and it did not break easily. As the pressure increased, her skin began to stretch and the stitches to cut directly through her delicate flesh. The fresh agony brought tears to her eyes and she cried, with louder yelps whenever a stich cut entirely through her flesh and snapped off.<br/><br/>Progressively, painfully, her vulva got opened, like a zip, the stitching thread leaving her labia dented and bloody. At last, the opening was large enough and Ogre was able to push his huge cock entirely inside Kriss' much-abused vagina, extracting another high-pitched screech of pain from her.