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In the very first half of this installment, Harley Ace found her way to the office of therapist O.T. in order to help her sort out the brutish and sexual wishes she had been having for many years. He proposed an unorthodox approach wherein he would her and, while she was under, work thru the tangle of dreads and wishes she had in her head. Once Harley was under his spell, however, O.T. commenced abusing his strength to live out some of his own sick twisted fantasies. Now we come back to the 2 of them, still in the midst of immersion therapy. We find Harley sat up on the couch, her gams stretched by fetters at her ankles, and her neck and head restricted stiffly in place by a iron collar. O.T. has determined to ramp up the power of his approach for the 2nd half of their session together. He brings out his knife and commences trailing its blade all over her soft, unsheathed body. It's effortless to observe the dread behind Harley's eyes as she observes him haul it via her skin, and when he fumbles the vapid side against her clit her bod visibly tenses up. She jiggles as she attempts to hold her bod flawlessly still so as not to end up getting accidentally cut. Jiggling and sniveling is all well and good, but when O.T. takes out the cat o' nine tails and commences beating Harley's face and mammories with it, all of the strain she's built up cracks into a thousand pieces and she is crying and screaming. It only gets louder when O.T. takes out his cattle prod. It's not even close to her by the time she is bellowing "no" and attempting to pull away from its electrified tips. She'll be alright though. The great physician knows that the greatest way to peaceful her funk is with a massager electro-hitachi and a iron cooter hook.