Melody with her amazing pale body is locked in the trunk of a car, her wrists and ankles cuffed. When the car stops, she’s yanked out and dragged down a storm cellar. Chick vanishes into darkness.
Her wrists are cuffed behindhand a pole. Lady slowly sinks to the floor, sitting on cold concrete. That chub manhandles her a bit, just to let her know who’s manager. Then man kneels over her, his crotch in her face. Boy fluctuates her ’till doll comes. It’s a way of owning everything, even her joy.
Buddy leaves her. Maiden settles in for the night. Cold concrete floor, implacable steel around her wrists and ankles. Like part of a long ago dream, her toenails are painted red.
It’s a nightmare, without a doubt. Babe wakes up lying in a puddle of her piss. Lad dumps a pile of grain on the floor. Chick eats. Dude drops a pail of water near her head. Then it’s time for a little breathplay by inflating a dildo deep in her kisser. Bloke makes her come again, writhing and yelling. From relief? From dread? When guy leaves her this time, maiden can’t lie down, merely sit and wait. Boy desires her to come to his bed willingly. But female won’t.
Metal shackles and chain. A metal gag in her throat. A stim locked inside her. Move these stones over there, gink says. Damsel clatters as cutie walks. He’s wearing a jacket in the cold air. She’s undressed. Cutie slogs throughout that muck barefoot, slipping from stone to stone, limping. Then that chub orders her to lie face down in the muck. What choice does hottie have? Of course it’s humiliating. Maybe if gal agreed to sleep in his bed, it would end.
Really there’s a point at which chick will break. We have to assume this woman will.
Of course.
Format: true
Duration: 37:04
Video: 852×480, RV40
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