Melody with her worthy pale flesh 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. Hottie vanishes into darkness.
Her wrists are cuffed behindhand a pole. Maid slowly sinks to the floor, sitting on cold concrete. Fellow manhandles her a bit, just to let her know who’s chief. Then boy kneels over her, his crotch in her face. Bloke vibrates her till maid comes. It’s a way of owning everything, even her game.
Bloke leaves her. Cutie 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. Cutie wakes up lying in a puddle of her piss. Guy dumps a pile of grain on the floor. Hottie eats. Man drops a pail of water near her head. Then it’s time for a little breathplay by inflating a dildo unfathomable in her mouth. Man makes her come one more time, writhing and moaning. From relief? From dread? When boy leaves her this time, damsel can’t lie down, just only sit and wait. Chap craves her to come to his bed willingly. But doll won’t.
Metal shackles and chain. A metal gag in her oral cavity. A stim locked inside her. Move these stones over there, bloke says. Gal clatters as damsel walks. He’s wearing a jacket in the cold air. She’s uncovered. Babe slogs throughout that muck barefoot, slipping from stone to stone, limping. Then chap orders her to lie face down in the muck. What choice does maid have? Of course it’s abusing. Maybe if babe acquiesced to sleep in his bed, it would end.
In fact there’s a point at which girl will break. We have to assume that hottie will.
Of course.

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