Two for One - Sierra Cirque

Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Cord Bondage, Submission, Domination, Torture, Spanking
Video language: English

Sleep is fitful and just only possible after the exhaustion of ceaseless 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 through a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am 1 of those web fastened 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 lad would come and stand over me; staring, urinating, playing with himself. Today, when buddy brought me the slop, gink was wearing a gas mask.
The everyday chores of the grounds are much greater amount interesting as I allow my mind to wander to that creature entombed in my barn. It is less distracting of late because of the stink, and I now must face the task of cleaning it. I have prepared a platform based on the designs I have seen at the county fair; A grooming table this holds her wrist and ankles so gal 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 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. Dude orders me to role over onto my stomach — I know that drill, so I put my hands behind my back instantaneously. (Reaching through the grate fellow locks the shackles unitedly.) That chub slides the bag on my head, yanks the chain tight and locks it.
I hear the muffled sound of the grate scraping on the concrete. Dude yanks me out of the cavity by my neck. The concrete scraps my skin as I struggle to deserve my footing. This is the worst — bloke pokes me forward by that pole. It is a stifling fright — I cannot watch where I am stepping. Buddy seems to delight in letting me trip or briskly walking me into obstacles.
I’m immediately on all fours locked at the wrist and ankles. It must be a table or platform of some kind. Bloke pulls the hood off my head — the purpose of this position is unannouncedly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hose are lying on the floor. Im sure man will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I cannot help but sigh with pleasant relief as this vile stench is about to be washed from me.

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

File size: 1.8 GB