An hour of... Being left alone?!

Stacy retrieves a skipping rope from the corner of the room.

Oh god, is she going to beat me with that?!

And then... Stacy starts skipping.

She's actually pretty good. But as the seconds and then the minutes pass, you realize that this isn't just some sort of prelude to using it as a whipping instrument. This is really what she's doing with the rope.

Whatever you thought was about to happen, it wasn't this.

Stacy continues to exercise, despite the claustrophobic, stuffy conditions of the cellar. She spends countless minutes skipping, then jogging, then jumping, then stretching, then even doing push-ups.

At first, this seems like a gentle mercy. You're not being tortured at all! But then the throbbing in your pussy reminds you that it's currently painfully clamped... And even worse, whenever your feet move, they tug the clamp and you get an extra jolt of pain.

With every five minutes that pass, it becomes more and more impossible for you to hold this position perfectly, and not pull on your cunt clamp. And so with every five minutes that pass, you find yourself in more and more pain.

A poetic **** for your past self's attack on Stacy's own genitals, for sure. Although hers wasn't televised.

An entire hour passes, with her just exercising in the corner, and completely ignoring your pleas for mercy. In this time, you grow completely and utterly exhausted holding this painful position, and, depressingly, at the same time, your arousal grows significantly.

-100% Endurance
+15% Arousal