Bound hand and foot in a plain futon room, she first endures the agony of a single whip strike to her knees. Just as she thinks it's over, another lash comes crashing down, forcing her to grit her teeth against the searing pain that splits her flesh. The torment intensifies as hot candle wax is dripped onto her soft, voluptuous breasts, stinging deeply into the swollen welts left by the whip.