The evil grin on his face frightens me. I instinctively try to cover my breasts, feeling like this small gesture will help me to maintain my dignity. He is so quick with the cattle prod, I don't realize he's zapped me until I feel the shock. "Aaaaah no!" I cry. It is like the worst static electricity shock you can imagine; as if a giant rubber band snapped hard against my body and I stumble back, tripping and falling backwards. When I feel the hands grasp my arms I struggle, to no avail. My wrists are tied and then they start on the elbows, pulling them together until they touch behind my back. The strain is enormous, and my breasts are sticking out like they are beckoning the cruelty of the people who surround me. I am flipped to my stomach and pinned to the floor. I am naked within seconds.

I feel hands at my feet, bending my legs and bringing my ankles up to meet my hands behind me. Ropes bind my ankles to my wrists, causing even more tension across my chest. My back is arched and I am balanced on my stomach, facedown on the floor. I feel them messing with my hair, and I begin to panic again. Within a few seconds, I am trussed up with my hair bondage pulling my head back uncomfortably. I try to use my hands to pull on my ankles, hoping that it will ease the strain on my neck, it doesn't. I release my legs only to find out that my hair is being pulled painfully. I frantically pull with my wrists again and arch my back as hard as I can. My head is pulled back so far that I cannot even shut my mouth. I am beginning to shake from the exertion.

I can hear the man with the cowboy boots circling me. I try to track his movements with my eyes, but my hair bondage is holding my head in place. I am pinned to the floor as effectively as a butterfly is pinned to corkboard. ZAP! That horrible snapping pain is at my left thigh. I cry out and loose purchase on my ankles. My hair is pulled sharply as my body stiffens causing me more pain. The crowd is clapping and cheering, while urging on my tormenter. ZAP! at the waist now, with the same effect. The cattle prod and my hair bondage are taking turns as my abuser.

When I feel the ZAP between my legs, my usual cry escalates into a howl of horrid pain. "Aaaaaeeeeieiiiiiiiii" I screech. I cry and my body starts shuddering uncontrollably. I have lost the strength in my body to escape the pull of my hair bondage and I lay there, limp with the pull of my ankles trying to scalp me. I cringe when I hear him say; "String her up, let's have some fun with her tits"