Melody with her great pale skin is locked in the trunk of a car, her wrists and ankles cuffed. When the car finishes, she’s yanked out and dragged down a storm cellar. Maid disappears into darkness.
Her wrists are cuffed behind a pole. Gal slowly sinks to the floor, sitting on cold concrete. Lad manhandles her a bit, just to let her know who’s manager. Then fellow kneels over her, his crotch in her face. Guy fluctuates her until lady comes. It’s a way of owning everything, even her pleasure.
Fellow leaves her. Maiden settles in for the night. Cold concrete floor, implacable steel around her wrists and ankles. Like episode of a long ago dream, her toenails are painted red.
It’s a nightmare, honestly. Gal wakes up lying in a puddle of her piss. Lad dumps a pile of grain on the floor. Woman eats. Boy drops a pail of water near her head. Then it’s time for a little breathplay by inflating a dildo unfathomable in her muzzle. This guy makes her come again, writhing and groaning. From relief? From dread? When gink leaves her that time, maid can’t lie down, only sit and wait. Guy wants her to come to his bed willingly. But hottie will not.
Metal shackles and chain. A metal gag in her face hole. A stim locked inside her. Move these stones over there, bloke says. Maid clatters as doll walks. He’s wearing a jacket in the cold air. She’s naked. Babe slogs throughout this muck barefoot, slipping from stone to stone, limping. Then that chub orders her to lie face down in the muck. What choice does doll have? Of course it’s abusing. Maybe if girl agreed to sleep in his bed, it would end.
Undoubtedly there’s a point at which girl will break. We have to assume this damsel will.
Of course.

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