Jules' body jerks in its bounds, as the loud crack splits the air, his side stinging from the blow.  It should have been worse, but then again, the next probably will be.  All he can do is squirm about on that table, and wait the next blow.<br/><br/>He looks to her, a bit surprised, maybe a bit hopeful as her hand strokes his face.  And that hope, such as it was, was dashed when that hand then slaps his face.  And again, and again that hands slaps him.  He can almost believe her, she is cruel.  But, he will hold out.... he must hold out...<br/><br/>Jules sees her reach down for something, then shakes his head weakly as the gag comes into view.  He clamps his jaw shut, trying to twist his head from side to side, to avoid that thing, but it is not enough, for the gag is forced back into his mouth.<br/><br/>It gets bigger and bigger, forcing his jaw wide apart.  Breathing becoming harder, not able to breathe thru it.  Her fingers pinch his nose, cutting off his air.  He thrashes about, trying to get free, and failing once again.  His vision starts to darken, when she releases him.  He sags there, taking in breath after sweet breath.<br/><br/>After another blow, she gives him another grin, that he so hates, and leaves.  Or do she, of is she just standing there watching him from where he cannot watch her.  No matter, this may be his best chance.<br/><br/>Jules struggles desperately, pulling, tugging, yanking, on the vines about his wrists, his ankles.  Twisting his hand this way and that, knowing he has to get away, now.  He screams his frustration, unable to get free.  He struggles weaken as he tires, getting slower and slower, before he stops.  Sagging there, held on the table, head held so that he can only look forward.  Dried blood that has trickled down from his abused ass.  Welts cover his thighs and manhood, which is encased in some ribbon.  He can only await her return, and new pain.