Tied to a chair and at the mercy and whims of her captor, Ivy can do nothing but glare at him. Her tank top reveals her enormous breasts, hiding only a tiny bit of them. Her skirt doesn't reach her knees, and her legs encased in pantyhose are bound as well. Her mouth sealed with tape keeps the protests to a minimum. Eventually she is blindfolded and caressed by her captor, making us wonder if her captivity is for her to suffer or for her pleasure.

Tied to a chair and at the mercy and whims of her captor, Ivy can do nothing but glare at him. Her tank top reveals her enormous breasts, hiding only a tiny bit of them. Her skirt doesn't reach her knees, and her legs encased in pantyhose are bound as well. Her mouth sealed with tape keeps the protests to a minimum. Eventually she is blindfolded and caressed by her captor, making us wonder if her captivity is for her to suffer or for her pleasure.