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Busty Victoria, gagged and hogtied on the sturdy oak table, strained against her bonds. Her ample bosom heaved with each desperate effort. Sweat beaded on her forehead; the rough rope chafed her skin. She knew her assistants would return soon. The table groaned slightly under her struggles, but held firm. Panic tightened its grip as she realized the strength of the wood was not the issue; it was the duration of her struggle. She was exhausting herself. Just as her strength began to fail, the door creaked open. Her assistants entered, their faces grim but unsurprised by her predicament. The ordeal had just begun.