Dr. Lomp, the master of his domain, commands Red Linx to bend over, her hands securely bound behind her back. A ball gag silences her protests, leaving only muffled cries to fill the room. The first lash of the cane meets her bare skin, a harsh, red welt rising where it struck. She squirms, her cries growing louder as each strike intensifies, her tears falling freely, a testament to her kinky, painful ordeal.