Anya howls with pain as he bites into her already tender breast.<br/>"Please, no!" she begs "don't hurt me any more!"<br/>She sobs as he grinds her nipple between his teeth, her body trembling as he pulls the heavy breast out taught before releasing it.<br/><br/>Once she is untied she stands unsteadily her hands immediately going to rub her sore aching breasts.<br/><br/>He commands.<em>Remove your skirt and panties.</em>Dimitri strikes her across her back and stomach with the crop.<em>Do it faster.</em><br/><br/>As the crop falls on her abdomen and back she jerks her hands down, frantically stripping the skirt away from herself.  The panties soon follow landing in a heap at her feet.<br/><br/>She stands, blushing, wearing just stockings and heels, one hand hiding her pussy, the other covering her breasts.<br/>"Please" she begs "you've got no right to do this, I've done nothing wrong!"<br/>She shivers in the cold room, her skin goosebumping delightfully.<br/>Tears drip down her face to land on her sore breasts as she awaits his next move.