Mud Infernalrestraints 2007 Melody Torture, Kinky Fetish

Melody with her perfect light skin is locked in the back of a car, her wrists and ankles bent. After the car stops, she is hauled out and hauled down a storm cellar. She awakens into darkness.Her wrists are bent behind a pole. She gradually sinks into the ground, sitting on cold concrete. He manhandles her little, simply to let her know who is boss. He then kneels his crotch in her face, over her. Her vibrates until she comes. It is a method of possessing everything, her pleasure. He leaves her. She awakens in to the night. Cold concrete floor. Like a part of a long ago dream, her toenails are painted red. It’s a nightmare, indeed. She wakes up lying in a puddle of her stink. He dumps a heap of grain onto the floor. She eats. He drops out a pail of water close to her head. Then it’s time for a little breathplay by inflating a dildo deep inside her throat. He makes her come back, writhing and screaming. From relief? From dread? If he leaves her this time, she can’t lie down, only sit and wait. He needs her to come into his bed willingly. But she won’t. Metal chain and shackles. A metal gag in her mouth. A stim locked within her. Move these stones around, he says. She clatters because she walks. He is wearing a coat in the chilly air. She’s naked. She slogs through muck barefoot, slipping from stone to stone, limping. He then requests her to lie face down in the muck. What choice does she need? Obviously it is humiliating. Maybe if she agreed to sleep on his bed, then it’d finish. Surely there’s a point at. We must assume that she will.Of course.

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