Thread: Nothing is picture perfect.

With death constantly nudging her, one would think she would muster up a somewhat believable excuse. When he heard her excuse he merely laughed outlandishly, kicking her hard in the gut. Such cruel treatment...was this even ethical in any way? The sound of moans and pleasurable choking from the camp filling the air, he then pressed his boot down on the side of her head, some sand pouring onto her face. Like hell, who would believe that shit!? he ground his feet a bit on her face, moving his foot left to right before he kicked her upright, breasts up in the air. Tell me. Where is that other slave? he asked, kicking her thighs until he had his fill. It didn't matter if he knew where that other slave was. He just needed an excuse to beat down on the girl before him. How cruelly he would treat her stay over at the island before she would be sold to a pervert waiting for fresh flesh overseas. I don't believe you. But since you helped that girl escape, we'll be taking you as payment instead. he said, kneeling down as he grasped her hair, forcing her to crane her neck up. Listen here, girlie, you're our property now. Whether you like it or not, you're going to be sold off to some pervert with a disgusting fetish like scat or something...but before that, we'll have our fun with you! His eyes showed no pity, devoid of mercy as he commanded a few guards to take her away. Looking at her camera, he scoffed then threw it down on the sand, stepping onto the device and crushing it under heel. He sat back on his chair, watching the bondage of female flesh out in the ocean, where stakes used to anchor small craft were they affixed to, vibrators adding to the thrill while their gagged cries filled the air. Meanwhile, despite the weakness and the ache from the kicks she received, Miko was gruelingly forced to continue walking, right where a beam stood. Throwing her to it, despite her feeble attempts to crawl away, they grasped her by the shoulder. Kneel! he commanded, removing the handcuffs, only to be bound once more when they brought them behind the post. Ropes wound her wrist behind the stake despite her weak attempts to struggle, her ankles bound to her thighs as a rope secured them from a small notch a few inches from where she knelt, forcing her kneeling legs to spread out a bit. Her collar was joined to the stake, adding some comfort despite the punitive position forcing onto her added strain. The Collar attachment was adjusted so that she had to kneel upright, slouching would cause her to go against the collar cause unnecessary strain at her neck. Keeping oneself straight for more than an hour kneeling like such, with bindings forcing her in place would surely wear her out. And this was the premise of the bondage as a guard, drawing a knife, stroked her cheeks, before softly stroking his hands at her private parts below. One man threw cold water all over her body, before grasping her mouth and forcing it against his pants, where his erection could be felt. More laughter and jeering was had before the man spat on her face and left her. As time passed, the position took it's toll, punishing her even if she tried to slouch slightly, forced to keep her back straightened while her knees grated against the ground. Other girls were bound by her left and right, intently focusing before them, trying to ignore the vibrators crammed against their pussies. Naked and bare before the sun, the blonde-haired woman to her left stared dejectedly with the number 0056, composed despite the ache at her jaw holding the ball gag. She held on quite well...except for the one at the left with the number 0109, whose tears ran through eyes to join with the drool falling down her neck. Oughmmpp.... she moaned almost dejectedly as soon after, juices flowed down her thighs. Ouuahhh...oughphh... her moans inducing drool, even the other woman who stared merely at the greenery from beyond was drooling from the corners of her gagged mouth. Was this her future? Repeated torture, bondage and forced arousal? Even if nothing pleasured her...the mere helplessness, the feeling of being the damsel in distress should atleast rouse a few tingles...