A pale naked woman sits in the centre of a brown leather couch in a dim room. Her legs are spread, and thick hemp rope has been used to secure her feet to the small dark wooden legs at each end of the couch. Her hands are bound together with more rope, then secured to the ceiling, arms pulled high above her head.
She looks around the room, struggles half-heartedly to free herself from the rope. We see a close up of her small hands, tied tightly together, chipped luminous green nail polish dazzling in its imperfection. She smiles and says something we can't hear to a person off camera. She looks young. 18, 19.
A man dressed in overalls suddenly appears from the left of screen carrying a large white vibrator. He places its head on the woman's clitoris and she jolts violently as the contact is made. Her torso bucks and she seems to scream and giggle at the same time, but her hands and feet are tied tightly, and though we can see the strain in the tendons in her thighs and triceps, she is going nowhere. After about 30 seconds, her breathing regulates, her struggles lessen and she settles into the rhythm of the play. Her moans become louder, more intense as the contact continues. A smile plays around her lips, her dark eyes close. Finally after a few minutes of working herself onto the vibrator she climaxes, softly hyperventilating and looks smolderingly at the camera, but with eyes that lie.
Cut.
The same girl lies face down on a hard, unfinished wooden floor. Her hands are tied together tightly behind her back with rope, and are then lashed tightly to her feet which are drawn up around her buttocks and also tied tightly together. Two or three inches of rope separate hands and feet. She moans softly through a large red rubber ball, which looks to be attached to a black leather cowl and is fastened tightly at the back of her head.
Now it appears that the girl is crying, her eyes moist and red, her mascara running in murky river tracks down her cheeks.
The camera lingers on her for a while, letting you drink in the fear. She rocks slowly from side to side on her little belly. Not a struggle, not quite.
Once again overall man appears from stage left roughly rolling her over. She would have made it all the way to her back if her bound arms and legs hadn't stopped her momentum. She settles on her side and again the vibrator makes an appearance, its small motor initially drowned out by the shrieks, but they don't last and eventually she settles. Her moans come softly through her gag, quickening as she climaxes and the shot rests on a close up of her brown eyes. Beautiful, defeated, shamed.
