She is again in the old out building, nude. A metal collar around her neck has a short chain that falls down the center of her back. Her wrists are manacled to it. Ball gagged, she is squatting inside of a clear cage suspended from the ceiling. An IV stand is close by with a bag holding four quarts of water with Castile peppermint soap mixed inside. The hose from the bag runs down and snakes inside of the cage --right into her asshole. She nervously looks around, unsure of what is next, but certain that she is about to be filled inside her tiny body to capacity. She is about to be made to do s...

She is again in the old out building, nude. A metal collar around her neck has a short chain that falls down the center of her back. Her wrists are manacled to it. Ball gagged, she is squatting inside of a clear cage suspended from the ceiling. An IV stand is close by with a bag holding four quarts of water with Castile peppermint soap mixed inside. The hose from the bag runs down and snakes inside of the cage --right into her asshole. She nervously looks around, unsure of what is next, but certain that she is about to be filled inside her tiny body to capacity. She is about to be made to do something very personal, even base. She has the appearance of an on display at a zoo for humans. A clanging of something metal can be heard, a constant sound produced by the movement of her body inside the cage. JR comes out and walks right to the IV stand, releasing the flow of water into her colon. With her ball gagged face she watches him and the bag of fluid closely. Still squatting, she begins to move her body about after the first quart, fidgeting. JR inquires whether she is beginning to feel full and she shakes her head up and down vigorously. Somehow her tiny body is able to take the whole four quarts of fluid, her face showing the discomfort that it brings. JR walks away telling her she needs to hold it as long as she can. That she needs to yell through the thick glass of the cage and ask for permission to release it in front of us. She needs to and bad. Her face tells you everything you need to know about that situation without her speaking a word. Her sphincter is clinched as tight as she can clinch it, yet the of release is starting to win the battle. He warns her to hold it. Wave after wave of discomfort washes over her, growing more intense and closer together each time. JR comes back over to her and grabs the cage, swinging it wildly back and forth, rotating it in quick motions. Her cramps grow more intense. Almost in tears, in severe discomfort and a face wet with slobber she is unable to take it any longer. She calls out to him and request permission to be able to do that most basic of human acts To release the contents of her asshole in front of us as we watch with rapt attention. JR gives her that permission and with a sudden explosion a wash of fluid tears out of her asshole and fills the waterproof cage she is confined in. Moments later another wave hits her and water flows from her bung hole like a faucet in your house. Soon she is squatting in her own filth, waves of fluid cascading over her tiny feet. Only her and god knows what it smells like inside there. JR comes back to her and begins twisting and swirling that cage once more. The fluid crashing all around her feet, ankles and claves. JR leaves her there knowing full well she has more fluid inside her that needs to come out.