I had always been curious about the tension test sessions, some of the girls had enjoyed it while others had hated every moment. Now, having finally experienced it for myself, I can confidently say that I belong to the latter category. The pain was beyond anything I had ever imagined – as if my very being were being torn apart at the seams. The first few pairs of panties refused to yield, no matter how hard I struggled against them, prolonging my torment until I thought I would surely go mad. My poor, tender flesh was shredded like meat on a butcher’s hook, leaving me gasping for breath and begging for mercy.