Elise is now in the old out building. She is strung up to a 7 ft. Length of bamboo parallel to the floor some 5 ft. Off the ground. Her arms are in a strappado which are secured to the length of bamboo. This causes her to lean far forward, bending at the waist. She has one leg to support herself as the other is tied parallel up to the bamboo pole. A thick, wide leather collar is fastened around her neck and secured to the bamboo also, ******* her. She is wearing a red dress with no panties and black heels. A heavy bowling ball is from her bound ankle. It is a terribly uncomfortable, demanding position, her entire body under stress. She has to dance around on one high heeled foot looking for a spot that gives her some sort of relief. If she lowers her head and neck, even just a bit, breathing becomes a real challenge –not to mention swallowing. When jr finally comes in to see her he asks, “why are you like this?” “Because I can’t control my urges.”, She replies. When he looks at her cunt he can clearly see she can’t. Two different streams of her pussy juice are leaking from her pussy. It appears quite primed and ready. Jr grabs the hitachi and pops it onto her cunt. It has an immediate reaction. She screams in long drawn out, throaty cries. The collar changing her voice in a noticeable manner. Her screams become more and more desperate, just long drawn out ones of what seems like extreme anguish. She curses and pleads, calls out to god and then curses again. Repeatedly she calls out to god, in cries of complete and total desperation. She begs for release, she screams at the top of her lungs, pleads for permission to cum. Giant tears fall from her eye sockets and snot courses from her nose holes and smacks the floor beneath her. She pleads again for permission and I give it to her. In that instant she begins a deep, guttural, primal scream --only to have jr pull the hitachi away from her in that same instant. It sends her over the edge, it is beyond what she can handle. She sounds like a middle-eastern woman at the wailing wall. She wants it badly but she’s stuck. She can’t even touch herself in any manner. That pussy has to just sit there and seethe for it as her crocodile tears fall from her face and hit the floor beneath her. Her face looks like it is about to pop from the tight collar as she begs for another chance. Her desperation clear & unmistakable. Her cute, ****-next door dress becoming soiled from her need. Jr gives her another chance and she thanks him profusely. When that vibrator hits her cunt she sounds like someone is eviscerating her while still alive. It is the most desperate, painful sounds a human can make. And within seconds she pleads for permission. Jr gives it to her and the instant she starts he pulls the vibrator away once more and leaves her. The reaction she gives is one of complete brokenness, a destitute soul, completely burdened. She is beyond beside herself. There is simply nothing she can do about it. Jr makes her tell him that she did not deserve to cum anyway. She isn’t even gagged and she can’t control the copious amounts of fluid that keep falling out of every hole in her face. She is defeated. Poor elise, jr has every intention of continuing to treat her this way the rest of the evening. Her continuing, desperate and very real pleas for release are ignored.