
Things couldn't get much worse for Staci Carr, right? Wrong! A ball-gagged, rope- bound package of writhing nudity, the disillusioned journalist kneels on a chair tethered to the woodwork above her. Despite her struggling, Staci can't avoid the ice chips pressed against her breasts and soles by the strange character who's turned her life upside down; her uncontrollable drooling tinges Staci's vulnerability with humiliation!