It is a sunny, warm day here at The Attic. Chelsea is naked and shackled outside in the blazing sun on a wire frame bed. Her wrists are manacled to the bed above her head, her neck has a metal collar around it that is also shackled to the bed frame. She cannot raise her head. Finally, each ankle is shackled and spread far apart so that her sex is accessible, visible. As time passes she becomes more and more uncomfortable in the sun, her fair skin burns easily. The black ball gag buckled into her face hole keeps her quiet and adds another layer of discomfort to her. The warmer it gets the more she tries to free her wrists. She keeps looking at each one, trying to pull her hand free without a smidgen of success. JR finally shows up and kindly inquires about how hot is out here, how hot she is getting. He doesn't care, as he places a clear cylinder over her clit he starts telling her she needs a sun tan anyway. After peeling her camel toe and hood back he places the cylinder right over her clit and starts sucking it into the tube with a hand pump. She flinches a little a first but as it becomes drawn deeper and deeper into the cylinder she starts to cry out. We can see her naughty bit in there, too. It seems to draw deeper and deeper into it even after JR has left her. She has a renewed sense of wanting free now and struggles harder to do so. When JR returns he is carrying a fuck stick with The White Boy attached to the end. He mounts it in her cunt and then fastens it to the bed so it remains deep inside her. Once he is satisfied it isn't going to become dislodged he spends a little time tickling her. Starting at the soles of her feet he finally moves around to her armpits and down her sides. She tries to thrash about but she is so securely fastened to the bed frame she can do little more than cry out and beg --which she does. Tiring of that little game he goes back to her clit prison and starts to tug on it, thump it, twist it. Her sex is drawn deep inside and is becoming purple on the end. He tells her how fucked up it looks, like maybe she won't be able to use it anymore. He takes a Celebrator and runs it up and down the shaft of the cylinder -vibrating everything inside. She slams her eyes shut and turns her head as though it were pure misery. When he finally removes the cylinder her clit comes out slowly, with a strong, high-pitched sucking noise. It is deformed now, discolored, three times its usual size, swollen and sensitive. JR takes the Celebrator and places it directly onto it. Her whole body tenses, she rolls her head back and forth, she tries to raise her head but cannot. She simply has it lie there and endure it, whimpering and crying the whole time it takes place. Her legs and pelvis begin to shake as though she wants to cum, wants release. JR abruptly stops. He goes to fetch a pail of cold water, returns and then throws it onto her. She is completely doused, and unexpectedly at that. The face full of water makes it difficult to breath, She turns her ball gagged face to one side, coughs through the gag and a cup of water comes out. She can't seem to stop coughing now. Disgusted, JR walks over and removes the ball gag from her face hole. She is clearly relieved, mouthing like a fish out of water as she sucks in unencumbered oxygen. Leaving her ankles still manacled, he frees her neck and wrists. He then places them into stocks. Her wrists locked into the wood on each side of her neck, which is also locked into the wooden stocks. Once locked into the stocks he frees her ankles from the bed frame and then places a short, heavy chain between her ankle manacles. He then has her get up. It takes her awhile, she stupidly tries to figure out how while wearing the stocks and manacles. After about a minute of trying she finally succeeds. JR has placed a clear cage, lying on its side nearby, and orders her to make her way over to it and get inside. She has to take tiny steps to make her way over to it and then JR tells her to get down on the ground and back herself into it. The stocks she is wearing are wide and barely fit into the cage unless at an angle. Being the dumb cunt she is it takes her awhile to figure this out, to figure out how to even get herself into it. JR just keeps barking orders at her, to hurry the fuck up. Once she is finally inside the cage he comes over and shuts the lid, locks it and then raises it up on end with her inside. She freaks out, one moment horizontal and then suddenly she is vertical before she even found a comfortable position to reside in. JR, unhappy with where the cage resides in the shade, he moves it back out into the direct sunlight in view of the public. Being clear, not only is it a cage, now it is a hotbox. Poor Chelsea, not only is she locked in it now, but it also contains rotting fruit and what was left of the enema Layla released in it the month before. Sitting in the sun now, the temperature begins to rise inside exponentially. Too bad for Chelsea, JR headed out for awhile. It is night now and JR has placed Chelsea into the hole beneath his house while he sleeps. She is nude. A short chain runs between the manacles of her ankles and another between her wrists. The metal collar around her neck is chained to a heavy wooden post. He left her a full litter box for her bathroom needs as well as a clear bowl of dirty water and a heavy bristle brush to clean herself with. He was adamant that she do both before he wakes to come back and get her. She has other plans, however. She spends her time trying to free her wrists, her ankles and her neck. She gets up in the tiny concrete space and tries to see what is around her, where she really is. She pulls on the chain connecting her neck to the post but is unable to free it. She tries to find something that might help her down there, a piece of metal, a key --anything. She does her best to try and pull her hands free, to get her neck loose but fails to make any headway at all. Frustrated and with resignation setting in, she sits down and picks up the three day old friend chicken breast he left down there for her. At first she picks it up and then drops it immediately. But hunger is taking its toll. She picks it up again and looks it over, wiping the dirt from it. She places it up to her mouth to eat it and then recoils, turning her head to one side and making a terrible face. She isn't sure she can do it. But she finally takes a bite, gags, coughs --pieces of it fly out and then she tries to swallow what was left in her mouth. She is utterly disgusted. She chews it, but makes a face as though she is going to throw it up at any second. She tries repeatedly to consume it but every time she is repelled to the point of gagging. She has to keep her hand over her mouth just to keep it down. Suddenly she can hear footsteps up above her and then finally making their way over to the opening of her hole. JR leans in and throws at her more chicken, except these are chicken bones he has already devoured. Before leaving again he warns her she better get herself cleaned up before he comes back in the morning. She lays the chicken down she has been trying to eat and reaches for the bristle brush lying in the container of dirty water. She cringes when she looks at it. She tentatively picks up the brush and places a finger into the water. She is appalled that she is being made to clean herself with such disgusting water, under such disgusting circumstances. She takes the brush from the water and starts to wipe her legs down with the heavy, stiff bristles of the brush. But instead of getting cleaner she seems to be making herself even dirtier. She scrubs her upper body, armpits and breasts. Wiping the filthy water all over her. The look on her face tells you she isn't happy about this chore. After brushing down as much of her body as she can sitting she stands to complete her orders. She uses the brush to "clean" her sex, the insides of her thighs, her ass and anus. Once she has cleaned every aspect of her naked body she is left wet and cold. Needing to pee, she pulls the already full litter box through some of the rotting food that was sitting down there, pulls it over to her and squats down over the stale and moldy turds already festering within it, moldy. She lets out a torrent of piss, loudly, and almost fills the litter box full. With nothing to wipe her cunt with afterward she pushes the litter box as far away from her as she can with one manacled foot. Unhappy about the urine still soaking her cunt and running down one leg she decides to take the filthy bristle brush and wipe her sex "clean". With nothing left to do she sits back down in the moisture she made in her hole from washing her body with the festering water and waits. She has no idea how long he plans to keep her down here. When we find her next JR has placed her in the old out building. She is nude and sitting in a tall wooden chair that he has used zip ties to fasten her too. She is unable to move herself. He has also pulled a large, clear bag over head and down her neck. He then fastened a heavy, tall rubber collar around her neck to seal the bag around her head. The top of the bag is high over the top of her head and open. But also nearby is an IV stand with a full 5qt enema bag hanging from it. The tube leading off of it snakes inside the bag covering her head. By the way she keeps looking up through the bag to the top she seems to have a pretty good idea of what is about to happen next. She can breathe just fine right now, but she keeps looking around, like that might change at any moment. When JR finally shows up he makes it clear he has her in this position because he is feeling a little bored today, that she will be his entertainment. He immediately removes the clamp on the hose that has been keeping the water from filling the bag on her head. She begins to panic immediately. Her breathing changes, her chest heaves noticeably. She starts to worry. He gives her two choices, drink the water that is filling the bag as it gets to your mouth or simply hold your breath as long as you can and then drown. He has it on a very quick drip, a slow steady run if you will. It runs into the bag quickly and within moments it is already filling the bag to her chin. She just breathes faster and with a sense of panic and desperation on her face. She keeps looking up, looking to see how fast the water is coming into the bag. She gets increasingly worried by every second. She lets out cries and tries to shake the bag off but this only serves to slosh the water around her face and freak her out. It is up to her chin now, coming close to her bottom lip. In desperation she tries to keep her head turned upward to keep the water from getting in her mouth --after all, it is being dispensed from a well used enema bag. I guess she doesn't plan on trying to drink it for survival. At this point she has no choice but to keep her head up as the water level has risen above her mouth. After awhile, holding her head up all the time just becomes to tiring and she lowers it. This places her entire mouth below the surface of the water where she is forced to ingest some of it. Before long, however, even with her head up as high as she can get it, the water is now beginning to cover her nostrils as well. She lowers her head and starts to drink the water as fast as she can. But she waited too late, she cannot possibly drink the water now as fast as it is filling her bag. She starts to gasp, panic. She is scared, and the look on her face tells you that in no uncertain terms. It has become a matter of pure survival for her now. JR comes over to her and pulls the bag up which raises the water level completely over her head. It is time to see what she is made of.