JR has had Elise Graves captured and locked away for a couple of months. He keeps her in a hole beneath the floor of his house when he isn’t using her. Naked and gagged with a heavy wooden stockade about her head and wrists is how we find her. Drool runs from her mouth and down the dark wood of the stocks in three different directions from her face hole. She has to keep her tongue out and beneath the gag to keep it from biting into the flesh around her lips. A chain runs from the stocks where it is locked into the cement wall. Metal shackles around her ankles with a short chain between them insures she cannot move about more than a few feet. Most of her time down here is spent drooling and wondering what will come next. JR has been feeding her with oily foods to keep her stomach unsettled. And now she is finding that she has an urgent need to defecate. She has a litter box nearby that she stretches her legs out to reach so that she can scoot it closer to her. She has to go, and badly. It takes her several minutes to even be able to stand. Once she does she gets as close to the shit box as possible and then squats over it, her stockade keeps her head and wrists --even her arms-- in a humiliating position for this otherwise humanly function. When it comes out it is fluid and small bits. Moisture runs down the inside of each leg. Of course, it will be impossible for her to wipe or clean herself up afterward. She’ll simply find herself sitting back down in her own soiled mess, waiting for what comes next. JR has brought her up from the hole in the ground. She has been placed on the floor spread eagle and tied out that way, nude and on her belly, her limbs pulled taunt. Her neck has been placed between two metal bars in a V-shape that is mounted into the floor. It keeps her head up and her neck compressed, she is constantly being choked. A fucking machine has been mounted into her cunt. When JR comes in to address her he sits down beside her face and takes her long black hair out of a ponytail. He fans her hair out around her face and down her back and stokes it. He turns on a bright light mounted in front of her face and moves it closer. Elise is simply trying to breath, the sounds coming from her face hole are raspy and distressed. She’s moaning discomfort when JR shows back up with wooden skewers. He opens her mouth and sticks the pointy end between her teeth and into her gum lines. She tries to get away, to move back. Nowhere to go she endures before JR finally shoves one up each nostril and walks away. If she tries to lower her head even a centimeter she will stab herself deep inside her nasal cavities. It will be a test for her as JR turns on the fucking machine. Each thrust causes her entire body to move forward, including the skewers. She makes noises that sound as though she is being cut open. She gags and coughs from the drainage falling down the back of her throat. She is being used and she knows it. She finds herself increasingly screaming out, hacking up drainage from the skewers in her nostrils while fluid runs from her mouth in spite of no gag. JR comes over to her and gently moves her black hair from her eyes and caresses her face. Tears fall from each of her orbits. Her stress level is reaching an apex just as JR pushes the Hitachi against her beaten cunt. She looks around the room with her striking blue eyes full of fear, the wooden skewers buried deep in each nasal passage. She is being relentlessly fucked by a machine and every sound coming from her face hole tells you that may be her last. She has ceased to sound like a human. A heavy wooden post is in the center of the room. Elise is nude and hanging from it upside down. Her legs are spread wide and tied off to a cross beam of bamboo. Her arms hang down past her head and are tied off to the post. A large back dildo on a metal pole is mounted in her cunt. She has been here for awhile and now finds herself moaning out her discomfort involuntarily, the lips of her pussy spread out to accommodate her new friend. Ropes above and below her breasts jut her tits out along with their quarter inch nipples. She is moaning almost nonstop now as JR comes in and grabs her clit between two fingers. He tugs and squeezes it. Rubs it nicely before clamping it down hard. He leaves briefly and returns with a clear vacuum tube. Placing it over her engorged sex he sucks her little clit into the cylinder causing her to scream out in anguish. Her clit is sucked so far into the tube she now appears to have a small penis. Still reeling from her clit prison JR begins to whip her with a dressage whip across her cunt, across her pelvis, her torso and her breasts. She wails in agony as JR concentrates on her most sensitive areas –the nipples and cunt. Tears drop from her eye sockets and pool beneath her. He works the same area repeatedly causing her to scream out like a scorned Lucifer. When he returns he drops the Hitachi onto the top of her cunt next to her imprisoned clit. Her screams immediately turn into inflections of desire as she starts bemoaning her needs to god himself. JR tugs on her clit cylinder as he presses the vibrator hard against her sex. She screams out –“Oh Fuck....Oh My God!” She begs for permission to cum and JR gives it to her. Just as she starts to peel it off, to reap the benefits of pleasure, JR pulls it away and leaves her without any satisfaction. Immediately he picks the whip back up and begins working her torso over. Angry welts form on her body almost as soon as the strikes occur. Her screams become too much and he orders her to shut up. To make no noise whatsoever as she is being whipped senseless. All we see is her open mouth, a silent scream no one will ever answer. When he places the Hitachi back on her cunt the wail that comes from her mouth seems to never end. Too bad for her, JR has no intention of letting her cum. Instead, she finds her time spent being built up to the edge of explosion only to be denied the release each time. Up in the attic she doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on. She is standing on her tip toes in a crucifix position. Her wrists are secured with metal brackets to the cross beams just over her head. Her long black hair falls down around her shoulders. Unable to do nothing more than stand there she looks around her dark little area wondering what will come next. The whip marks from earlier that day clearly visible on her torso. She struggles to free her wrists but the metal is pressed to tightly on her flesh. JR comes up the rickety stairs with a tall leather collar in his hands. He wraps it around her neck and buckles it tightly. Her tongue pushes out and her mouth is left agape. Within seconds her face grows fat and red. She finds it difficult to swallow. He takes a leather belt and wraps it around her ankles before cinching it tight. At this point she doesn’t even care, breathing is the most important thing on her mind...at least right now. JR knows Elise would rather be beaten senseless than to be tickled. Taking his hands he begins to run them gingerly down each side of her torso while speaking to her gently. She knows it’s coming and then suddenly he digs his fingers into her sides and works his way up and down, sometimes stopping in her arm pits for extra sensitivity. She screams out for him to stop. She begs to be beaten instead. She can’t catch her breath now and JR is digging so deep he leaves marks on her body. She pleads with him between gasps to stop. He does, just long enough to pick up a heavy wooden paddle and strike her squarely on the ass. The pain is so intense she abruptly shuts up, just for a moment, before letting out a scream that no one should have to endure. It causes large tears to fall from each eye socket. The pain so consuming she can’t even remember to swallow before cups of spit fall from her ungagged face hole. She tries to bounce herself up and down on tip toes to shake off the pain. JR pulls a clear bag over her head before she has even had a chance to collect herself and ties it off around her neck. Immediately the plastic begins to collapse and expand with each desperate breath she takes. He strikes her again and she screams out in terror inside her little plastic environment. When she finally stops wailing JR ask her if that was better than being tickled. When she tells him yes between sobs he digs right into her sides with his fingers and starts a long drawn out tickling of her body. Her screams are so oppressive, so loud he finally has to stop, worried the authorities may be drawn to her siren of agony. She doesn’t know it, but JR is going to beat her until she ask him to tickle her.