Mud - Melody

Oct 082024

Melody with her excellent 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. Woman dissolves into darkness.
Her wrists are cuffed behindhand a pole. Hottie slowly sinks to the floor, sitting on cold concrete. Lad manhandles her a bit, just to let her know who’s administrator. Then dude kneels over her, his crotch in her face. Man shiveres her till maiden comes. It’s a way of owning everything, even her fun.
This guy leaves her. Chick 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, surely. Female wakes up lying in a puddle of her piss. Boy dumps a pile of grain on the floor. Maid eats. Dude drops a pail of water near her head. Then it’s time for a little breathplay by inflating a dildo unfathomable in her throat. Man makes her come again, writhing and moaning. From relief? From dread? When lad leaves her that time, woman can’t lie down, merely sit and wait. Bloke craves her to come to his bed willingly. But doll will not.
Metal shackles and chain. A metal gag in her muzzle. A stim locked inside her. Move these stones over there, fellow says. Female clatters as woman walks. He’s wearing a jacket in the cold air. She’s uncovered. Maiden slogs through muck barefoot, slipping from stone to stone, limping. Then chap orders her to lie face down in the muck. What choice does doll have? Of course it’s humiliating. Maybe if lady acquiesced to sleep in his bed, it would end.
Without a doubt there’s a point at which doll will break. We have to assume this woman will.
Of course.

Format: actual
Duration: 37:04
Video: 852×480, RV40
Audio: 94kbps