Creep Suck

Dec 042023

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

leep is fitful and just only possible after the exhaustion of continuous shifting around and adjusting the stones this are my bed. It feels like my flesh has been overspread in blows – the rocks are bruising me. Its getting colder. The sun is lower; It beams through 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 chap brought me the slop, bloke was wearing a gas mask.

The everyday chores of the grounds are much more interesting as I admit 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 in readiness a platform based on the designs I have seen at the county fair; A grooming table this holds her wrist and ankles so babe 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 want 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 cock sucking will have a classier feel. At the tail, a gadget 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 that locks around my neck. Guy orders me to role over onto my stomach — I know that drill, so I put my hands behind my back promptly. (Reaching throughout that the grate fellow locks the shackles jointly.) Fellow slides the bag on my head, yanks the chain constricting and locks it.

I hear the muffled audio of the grate on the concrete. Man yanks me out of the cavity by my neck. The concrete scraps my body as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst — guy pushes me forward by that pole. It is a stifling fright — I cannot watch where I am stepping. Man appears to be to pleasure 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. That guy pulls the hood off my head — the purpose of that position is unexpectedly 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 can’t assist but sigh with awesome 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