Struggling ever so greatly with my arms pulled high behind me, elbows together, hair tied back, Martin aggressively grabs me and slaps my face a few times, then shoves his fingers down my throat. In pain and in tears, he decides it's time I kick my heels off and get on my toes to make the position harder. After doing so, he makes me guess how long we've been at it. My guess was 25 minutes which was a slight under-estimation on my part but I was close enough. Martin straps a 2" ball gag into my mouth and re-ties my pony tail to my elbows to finish me off until I can no longer take it.