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"Ready to talk yet?"
Crystal has been limited to a small radius from the wall by a rope tied around her neck, her wrists tied, ball gag filling her mouth, whimpering as she paces the restricted space. Ivan pulls her over by the neck rope, but she is still stubborn and won't talk.
"I guess we'll have to get a little worse on you then, get a little more persuasion going." He shifts the other end of her XXXX from where it's hooked to the stud in the wall to a hook hanging from the ceiling. "Just one little name stops all this," he reminds her, pulling it up. This only seems to piss her off, and she angrily sXXXXs, "No!" from behind the gag.
Alright, time to up the ante then. "How's your balance honey? Put your legs together." Ivan pushes her knees together and wraps a rope around them. "Getting scared now?" He cinches the rope tight and knots it securely. "Kinda hard to stand up now, isn't it?" It's about to get a lot harder - he has another rope for her ankles. Crystal tries not to move much, carefully shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"Going to tell me now?" Crystal remains silent. "If you're not gonna tell me, I'm going to have to pull out this little thing," Ivan unsheathes a big black knife, the sinister sound throwing her off balance. "It's kind of a useful tool," he stabs it into the beam on wall, "A lot of persuasion in it. We're not quite to that point yet though." He steps behind her. "There are other things that might persuade you." He runs rough hands over the silky material of her red shirt, fondling her tits. " Let's get rid of this shirt maybe..." With one sharp movement, he rips open her shirt, sending buttons flying and revealing a pretty red and black longline bra underneath. Crystal moans behind the gag, nearly crying as he gropes her breasts. "Sure you don't want to tell me honey?" No answer from Crystal, so he steps over to raise the hook, tightening her neck rope, making Crystal gasp. "Is that still a no?" He runs a finger under the waistband of her short little plaid skirt. "Sure you don't want to tell me?" he asks again, pulling the knife from the wall. He cuts through the ruffle of her skirt, creating a slit at her thigh, revealing lacy stocking tops.

"How's your balance honey?" He lightly shoves her shoulder, eliciting a harsh "Fuck you!" from Crystal. He shoves her again, asking, "How long do you think you could stand like that before your knees start to buckle? Hour, two hours?" He makes another slit at her other thigh while Crystal dances in small steps. "You've got strong legs, baby - maybe three hours. Maybe 4! Let me wear you out - turn around!" He XXXX her to rotate, shifting her balance, turning her until she's facing the wall, giving Ivan a new angle on her fantastic legs. He lifts her skirt in the back, making another incision at the back to show off her nice ass and the red panties to match her bra, then smacks her ass. "Let's get rid of that skirt all together." He slices it all the way through and yanks it off, leaving Crystal exposed. "Pretty ass..." He pulls her shirt back up, covering her shoulders. Ivan stabs the knife back into beam right in front of Crystal. "Look at that for a while." Crystal, whimpering and crying, tries to turn herself back around, to not have to stare at the dreadful weapon. She gets a quarter turn before Ivan decides she needs more rope, and ties her elbows together.

"Name? Tell me the name I'll let you go." Ivan reaches forward, pulls the bra down, and squeezes her delicate nipples, making Crystal scream. "What's his name?" He pinches them again, drawing a squeal from her, then moves the blade back into her view. "I don't think you're quite scared enough to tell me yet. You still think I'm not going to hurt you, don't you?" He kicks a small wooden block into place, picks her up and shifts her to one side, then puts the block where her feet were. "How about standing on this block for a while?" He lifts her onto the block. "Are we on it?" He wants to make sure she's stable before letting her go completely - he doesn't want her hanging herself before she tells him the name. He adjusts the hook again, pulling her neck rope tight, making her whimper and whine. "So..." he taps her hip just enough to throw her slightly off balance, "Want to tell me?" He taps again, and she glares at him. He reaches out and pinches her nipples, first one, then the other, both making her grimace. "I think you're nipples are saying yes." He pops her hip again, and smiles at her reaction.

"Ah, I think I'm starting to see a little fear in those eyes." Time to get his answer. "Okay honey, I've really enjoyed playing with you, you're a very sexy woman. But your time's up, so..." He grabs the knife again, and Crystal starts screaming. "Shh, shh..." She quiets down to hear him. "You don't tell me, right now, I'm going to take this nipple off," Crystal shrieks as he points the tip at her nipple, "then that one. So, you ready to tell me?" She expresses desperate agreement. "Tell you what, since you cooperated so nicely," he lets the neck rope off from the hook and puts an arm around her, "I'm going to take you in the other room, lay you down. You give me the name, I'll put you in a nice tight little hogtie, and go see if you lied to me or not. If you didn't lie to me, I'll come back, let you go. If you did, we'll end up right back here, and you can say goodbye to your nipples! Okay?" Crystal whining piteously. "Let's go." Ivan tosses her over his shoulder, a hand around her ankle, and walks out.