To get started she is tautly secured spread-eagle to the floor via chains and cuffs. Once in place Zed takes over and begins to paint hot wax onto her body with a brush. Lots of wax. The first words out of her mouth are... thats really fucking hot... Zed just keeps working as though she didnt say a thing. She screams. Her breasts move about. She raises her head in exasperation. Her breathing is heavy and labored. And theres lots of wax to go. She screams more. She uses the word -fuck- a whole lot. I pop in and put the Hitachi on her for a bit. She doesnt like that at all. Finally she begs to simply be beaten. But thats too easy. She alternates between anger, desperation and sheer terror. Sometimes a hand or a foot just begins to move independently, rocking on its own in some crazy rhythm propelled by pain. And if she didnt have enough discomfort going on I placed a clothespin on her clit. Then I placed the Hitachi on the end of the clothespin. This made her scream out Aw, FUCK!.