Melody with her flawless pale skin 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. She disappears into darkness.

Her wrists are cuffed behind a pole. She lazily sinks to the floor, sitting on cold concrete. He manhandles her a bit, just to let her know who's boss. Then that guy kneels over her, his crotch in her face. He vibrates her until this babe comes. It's a way of owning anything, even her enjoyment.

He leaves her. She settles in for the night. Cold concrete floor, unforgiving metallic around her wrists and ankles. Like part of a lengthy agone fantasy, her toenails are painted red.

It's a nightmare, truly. She wakes up lying in a puddle of her piddle. He dumps a pile of grain on the floor. She eats. He drops a pail of water near her head. Then it's time for a adult baby breathplay by inflating a sex tool unfathomable in her mouth. He makes her come once more, writhing and screaming. From relief? From dread? When this guy leaves her this time, that babe can't lie down, merely sit and await. He wishes her to come to his daybed willingly. But that babe won't.

Metal shackles and chain. A metal gag in her face hole. A stim locked inside her. Move these stones over there, that guy says. She clatters as this babe walks. He's wearing a jacket in the cold air. She's exposed. She slogs throughout muck barefoot, slipping from stone to stone, limping. Then this chab orders her to lie face down in the muck. What choice does this babe have? Of course it's humiliating. Maybe if that babe acquiesced to sleep in his ottoman, it would end.

Certainly there's a point animal play which that babe will break. We have to assume that this babe will.

Of course.

Format: real
Duration: 37:04
Video: 852x480, RV40
Audio: 94kbps

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