Creep Suck - Sierra Cirque

Mar 062023

Release Year: 2017
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Cord Bondage, Submission, Domination, Torture, Spanking

Sleep is fitful and merely possible after the exhaustion of ceaseless shifting around and adjusting the stones this are my bed. It feels like my skin has been overspread in blows – the rocks are bruising me. Its getting colder. The sun is lower; It beams throughout this a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am one of these web tied 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 fellow would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, playing with himself. Today, when buddy brought me the slop, bloke was wearing a gas mask.

The everyday chores of the grounds are much greater amount interesting as I allow my mind to wander to this 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 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 one. 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 this terrible pole this locks around my neck. Gink orders me to role over onto my stomach — I know that drill, so I put my hands behindhand my back promptly. (Reaching throughout that the grate dude locks the shackles together.) This chub slides the bag on my head, yanks the chain tight and locks it.

I hear the muffled soundtrack of the grate on the concrete. That chub yanks me out of the hollow by my neck. The concrete scraps my skin as I struggle to gain my footing. That is the worst — gink pushes me forward by this pole. It is a stifling fright — I cannot see where I am stepping. Gink appears to be 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. Gink pulls the hood off my head — the purpose of that position is unthoughtly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hose are lying on the floor. Im sure that chub will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I can’t aid but sigh with nice 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