Added: November 10, 2019 |
Category: Bondage
Melody with her perfect skin that was light is locked in the back of a vehicle, her wrists and ankles cuffed. She’s yanked out and hauled down a storm cellar when the car stops. She disappears into darkness.Her wrists are cuffed behind a rod. She sinks to the ground, sitting on concrete. He manhandles her little, just to let her know who is boss. He kneels his crotch in her face, over her. Her vibrates till she comes. It is a method of possessing everything, even her delight. He leaves her. She settles in for the night. Cold flooring. Like a part of a dream that was long past, her toenails are painted reddish. It is a nightmare, really. She wakes up lying in a portion of her ass. He dumps a pile of grain. She eats. He drops out a pail of water close to her mind. Then it’s time by means of dildo deep inside her throat for just a tiny breathplay. He makes her come back, screaming and writhing. From relief? From dread? When he leaves her this time, she can’t lie down, just sit and wait patiently. He needs her to come to his bed voluntarily. However she will not. Metal shackles and series. A metallic gag in her mouth. She was locked inside by A stim. Move these stones on the market, he states. As she walks, she clatters. He’s wearing a coat in the atmosphere. She’s naked. She slogs through muck barefoot, slipping from stone to stone, limping. Then face down into the muck. What choice does she have? Of course it’s humiliating. Perhaps if she agreed to sleep in his bed, then it’d end. Certainly there’s a point at which she’ll break. We have to assume that she will.Of course. |
2019-11-10