Release Year: 2017
Cast: Sierra Cirque
Genres: BDSM, Humiliation, Torture
Video language: English

Leep is fitful and merely possible after the exhaustion of continuous shifting around and adjusting the stones this are my bed. It feels like my skin has been covered in blows – the rocks are bruising me. Its acquiring colder. The sun is lower; It beams through a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am 1 of those web restrained carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squishes begin — shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They seem to be attracted by my presence — often diving at me and bombing me with their droppings. The smell grows fouler by the day; my toilet is my bed. In the beginning chap would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, playing with himself. Today, when gink brought me the slop, lad was wearing a gas mask. The everyday chores of the grounds are much more interesting as I admit my mind to wander to that creature entombed in my barn. It’s less distracting of late because of the stink, and I instantly must face the task of cleaning it. I have willing a platform based on the designs I have seen at the county fair; A grooming table that holds her wrist and ankles so cutie is on all fours. For days I have been content with just knowing this it was stored there. To compensate and motivate the chore of cleaning it, I crave to take it to other layer.
I am going to bifurcate her — two for 1. At the head I will have her do makeup. The dick sucking will have a classier feel. At the tail, a machinery will soften and swell her gash for my cock. Something is up; he’s standing over me holding the black head bag and that terrible pole this locks around my neck. Gink orders me to role over onto my stomach — I know this drill, so I put my hands behindhand my back promptly. (Reaching through the grate buddy locks the shackles together.) Man slides the bag on my head, yanks the chain tight and locks it. I hear the muffled sound of the grate on the concrete. Dude yanks me out of the cavity by my neck. The concrete scraps my flesh as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst — lad pokes me forward by this pole. It’s a stifling fright — I cannot see where I am stepping. Man appears to be to delight in letting me trip or briskly walking me into obstacles. I’m instantly on all fours locked at the wrist and ankles. It must be a table or platform of some kind. Boy pulls the hood off my head — the purpose of that position is unannouncedly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hose are lying on the floor. Im sure lad will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I cannot aid but sigh with outstanding relief as this vile stench is ’bout to be washed from me.

Format: mp4
Duration: 50:55
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4822kbps
Audio: 120kbps

Video clip size: 1.8 GB