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

leep is fitful and only possible after the exhaustion of permanent shifting around and adjusting the stones this are my bed. It feels like my body has been covered in blows – the rocks are bruising me. Its acquiring colder. The sun is lower; It beams throughout this a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am one of those web bound carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squishes start — 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 lad would come and stand over me; staring, urinating, playing with himself. Today, when chap brought me the slop, man was wearing a gas mask.

The everyday chores of the grounds are much greater amount interesting as I admit my mind to wander to this creature entombed in my barn. It’s less distracting of late because of the stink, and I now 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 hottie is on all fours.

For days I have been content with just knowing that it was stored there. To compensate and motivate the chore of cleaning it, I crave to take it to another layer.
I am going to bifurcate her — 2 for 1. At the head I will have her do makeup. The cock sucking will have a classier feel. At the tail, a machine 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 that locks around my neck. Boy orders me to role over onto my stomach — I know this drill, so I put my hands behindhand my back instantaneously. (Reaching throughout that the grate fellow locks the shackles jointly.) This chub slides the bag on my head, yanks the chain stern and locks it.

I hear the muffled soundtrack of the grate on the concrete. Boy yanks me out of the apperture by my neck. The concrete scraps my flesh as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst — boy pushes me forward by this pole. It’s a stifling fright — I cannot watch where I am stepping. Boy seems to delight in letting me trip or briskly walking me into obstacles.

I’m now on all fours locked at the wrist and ankles. It must be a table or platform of some kind. Buddy pulls the hood off my head — the purpose of that position is surprisingly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hose are lying on the floor. Im sure bloke will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I cannot assist but sigh with priceless relief as that vile stench is ’bout to be washed from me.

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

File size: 1.8 GB