Awakening from the dream, drunken from the dream, shattering dream, the first light in the morning shone on Zhao Mengguang's naked body. Her long eyelashes trembled, but she never dared to open her eyes
At this time, the prison door was opened with a bang, and a vicious prison guard walked in. He squinted his eyes and was too lazy to say a word. He raised the dark whip in his hand and sucked hard at the woman's lower body. Zhao Meng suddenly woke up. The pain made her almost faint. She could only clamp her legs and curled her back to the prison guard. The prison guard was not picky. He raised his hand and whipped it again, whipping on her smooth spine. A red mark slowly appeared on the white and tender skin. She sobbed silently and endured quietly, making the prison guard feel bored, and impatiently urged, bringing the chains and pendants, come out with me.
Zhao Meng raised her head and saw a pile of iron chains and ornaments piled up on the edge of the iron bed. She couldn't help but feel excited. Those heavy iron tools were about to fall on her most sensitive part. The stretching soreness, alternative pleasure, and the faint shame were all unbearable. But she knew that even if she refused, the result would only be worse. She lowered her eyebrows and silently picked up the leather tie. It was a set of tight breasts and belts that tightened the vagina. The ring-shaped leather ring tightly tied into her breast roots, and two belt-shaped leather strips were tied on both sides of the labia. The unnatural pressure and friction were only known after wearing it. How crazy it was.
She endured the strange stimulation and slowly buckled the buckle of the tie. The humiliation deep in her heart made her feel that the few short movements were too long. Then, the prison guard impatiently helped her comb out a bunch of ring-shaped pendants. These copper rings were connected with slender metal chains, and the other end of the metal chain was hung with weights of different sizes. She trembled and picked up a chain, shamelessly opened her legs, and slowly groped the newly opened flesh holes on the labia majora. She had to carefully find the position, because if the copper ring was penetrated in the wrong place, it would hurt very much. The new wound had not yet been scabbed and opened again. Put on the copper ring with a weight-bearing copper ring, her labia majora had been punched in a total of eight holes, which means four pairs of copper rings. After each copper ring was put on, she had to carefully tilt the chain vertically, because once the chain swayed, she would tremble uncontrollably.
When she let out a gentle breath and put the last copper ring on her labia, her lower body seemed to have a metal door curtain installed, so that her legs were not closed. She could only cross her legs slightly and walk slowly, and prevent the pendant from swinging excessively. But this was not all, and the most important nipple ring and clitoral ring were not worn. The prison guard smiled and handed her a few copper rings with large weights. She had long dared not resist, because the prison guard threatened when she resisted last time that if she made another fuss, she would increase the weight and number of holes for her, which made Zhao Meng extremely frightened and was willing to wear those pendants herself.
She sobbed and rubbed one of her nipples. When the nipple became erect, she slowly penetrated the nipple ring into the already-made flesh hole. She carefully let the weight connected to the nipple ring hang down, and then put on another breast ring. Then she rubbed her clitoris shyly. When the congested clitoris gradually became larger, she barely found the faint clitoris hole. Due to the night of cultivation, the flesh hole seemed to grow again, which made her very scared, but she could only slowly spread the end of the copper ring and slowly poke it into the hole. Seeing her trembling and poking her clitoris with the copper ring, the prison guard couldn't help but become hard and cursed this girl's natural seductive appearance. It's really fucking unbearable.
After she put on various small pendants, the prison guard raised a pair of special breast shackles and signaled her to thrust her chest. She had to humiliately put her hands behind her back and tried hard to thrust her chest. With a crisp click, a pair of heavy breast shackles were clamped at the root of her breasts. The weight almost made her fall forward, but she dared not fall because she dared not imagine what would happen if these brutal prison guards annoyed. She tried hard to straighten her body and maintain balance, because there was still one of her breast shackles that was not good, and it was the most deadly one.This iron breast shackle was specially made for her, and was respectively put in the middle of the breast by two retractable iron rings. The lower end of the iron ring was decorated with a kilogram of iron balls. When the prison guard tightened the scale groove of the breast shackle, she felt a suffocation, as if her breasts were broken from the middle. What followed was a real to cruel heaviness, the kind of heavy that was ashamed to bear as a woman, she could only bear it. She could only watch herself suffer these humiliating treatments, because she was already scared by this terrifying hell.
She didn't dare to move because she was afraid of falling and climaxing. These were all the fuses that caused beatings and abuse, but she actually misunderstood. As long as these people wanted to humiliate her, they didn't need any excuses. The prison guard took out the handcuffs, clamped her hands, and then picked up the last chain and put it on her thighs. The chain on the legs had to be fine. There was an iron ring on each part of the thighs. The iron ring between the two thighs was connected by an iron chain, so that she could only take about half a step in each step, and it would be easy to fall if she walked quickly.This distance only caused inconvenience to her walking, but it did not affect her at all. She spread her legs and came from behind. There were two iron rings on her ankle, which were connected to two 10 kilogram iron balls. This was the iron shackle used by a normal male prisoner. Now she was given a pair of them. Because she had heard for a long time that she thought she was a master of fighting skills, she was taken care of since she was imprisoned. She gang raped her legs every day until she couldn't stand and had a lot of injected medicine. This tough woman couldn't help but panting all day long and was weak all over.
Everything was ready, but the prison guard couldn't help it. He pushed her head hard towards the wall, supported the weight of his body with his chest, and lifted the jingling pendants of her lower body with his hands, and pushed them in one go, accompanied by the woman's helpless trembling and panting, and thrusting in anger...
Zhao Meng dragged his heavy body and slowly moved his footsteps from the cell. White semen was still dripping between his thighs. Some semen slowly flowed down the metal chains falling on his labia, like stalactites in a water hole. The prison guard smiled proudly behind him, kicking him with big leather boots from time to time, causing the woman to fall down in a mess.
The long corridor made Zhao Meng walk for twenty minutes. Because she kept falling and getting up, she wasted too much time. She finally arrived at the door of a door sign with the man stick room. The prison guard pushed open the iron door and pushed her in. The decorations in the room were so simple that they were all men, men, dense men. The prison guard politely greeted the men in the room and called them to the edge of the mat. After that, several men pushed Zhao Meng down on the mat and started their daily work. There were a total of 120 people, an average of three people in a group, and they were in confusion. During this period, the prison guard brought syringes and smearing drugs, and tried hard to inject and apply them in the gap between the men.
Zhao Meng is a very patient woman. She didn't make a sound before the sixth group of men rushed up, but when the slow fire was sluggish, she couldn't help but scream, took a deep breath, pushed and refused involuntarily, and then was forced to hold it down, punched and kicked, and then continued her daily tasks in a three-P position. In a normal place, she could not see such a woman tortured by iron chains and iron pendants, and was chaotic. Zhao Meng didn't believe it either.
When she spread her legs apart and lay on the ground between the sticks, the prison guard kicked her impatiently and urged her to get up quickly. She tried hard to stand up against her body that had been clenching her hands. The swelling and pain in her vagina and the heavy feeling of the iron pendant made her unable to move. The prison guard smiled lewdly and picked up the pendant on her clitoris and slowly lifted it up. She had to raise her vagina with a sharp tear. When the prison guard released the pendant, she breathed a long sigh, and then she was lifted up with a hiss.
It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. It took more than 7 hours from the morning to the end of the stick. She didn't dare to imagine how much the words of scolding Guize would be like now. The content of the afternoon might be easier, just physical labor, but she found that she was wrong again. The prison guard brought a pair of steel high heels and put them on her feet. It felt like another pair of shackles. And when she saw that the route of transporting goods was planned with thick hemp ropes full of knots, she was frightened again. The prison guard smiled and helped her to the half-person-high hemp rope. The rough hemp rope was embedded in the gap of her exposed lower body. Every twenty centimeters, a tightly tied knot was eaten by her vagina.She could only slowly maintain balance. With the weight of the basket on her back, she balanced the weight of the breast shackle and the droplet. The traces she walked on were left on the hemp rope, making people think endlessly. The transportation routes of two thousand meters long were all passed by her own feet and vagina. From the prison to the port of the island, she transported daily necessities and consumables every day. It was ridiculous that the food she ate and the aphrodisiacs she injected every day were all carried back by her back basket.
At this time, the prison door was opened with a bang, and a vicious prison guard walked in. He squinted his eyes and was too lazy to say a word. He raised the dark whip in his hand and sucked hard at the woman's lower body. Zhao Meng suddenly woke up. The pain made her almost faint. She could only clamp her legs and curled her back to the prison guard. The prison guard was not picky. He raised his hand and whipped it again, whipping on her smooth spine. A red mark slowly appeared on the white and tender skin. She sobbed silently and endured quietly, making the prison guard feel bored, and impatiently urged, bringing the chains and pendants, come out with me.
Zhao Meng raised her head and saw a pile of iron chains and ornaments piled up on the edge of the iron bed. She couldn't help but feel excited. Those heavy iron tools were about to fall on her most sensitive part. The stretching soreness, alternative pleasure, and the faint shame were all unbearable. But she knew that even if she refused, the result would only be worse. She lowered her eyebrows and silently picked up the leather tie. It was a set of tight breasts and belts that tightened the vagina. The ring-shaped leather ring tightly tied into her breast roots, and two belt-shaped leather strips were tied on both sides of the labia. The unnatural pressure and friction were only known after wearing it. How crazy it was.
She endured the strange stimulation and slowly buckled the buckle of the tie. The humiliation deep in her heart made her feel that the few short movements were too long. Then, the prison guard impatiently helped her comb out a bunch of ring-shaped pendants. These copper rings were connected with slender metal chains, and the other end of the metal chain was hung with weights of different sizes. She trembled and picked up a chain, shamelessly opened her legs, and slowly groped the newly opened flesh holes on the labia majora. She had to carefully find the position, because if the copper ring was penetrated in the wrong place, it would hurt very much. The new wound had not yet been scabbed and opened again. Put on the copper ring with a weight-bearing copper ring, her labia majora had been punched in a total of eight holes, which means four pairs of copper rings. After each copper ring was put on, she had to carefully tilt the chain vertically, because once the chain swayed, she would tremble uncontrollably.
When she let out a gentle breath and put the last copper ring on her labia, her lower body seemed to have a metal door curtain installed, so that her legs were not closed. She could only cross her legs slightly and walk slowly, and prevent the pendant from swinging excessively. But this was not all, and the most important nipple ring and clitoral ring were not worn. The prison guard smiled and handed her a few copper rings with large weights. She had long dared not resist, because the prison guard threatened when she resisted last time that if she made another fuss, she would increase the weight and number of holes for her, which made Zhao Meng extremely frightened and was willing to wear those pendants herself.
She sobbed and rubbed one of her nipples. When the nipple became erect, she slowly penetrated the nipple ring into the already-made flesh hole. She carefully let the weight connected to the nipple ring hang down, and then put on another breast ring. Then she rubbed her clitoris shyly. When the congested clitoris gradually became larger, she barely found the faint clitoris hole. Due to the night of cultivation, the flesh hole seemed to grow again, which made her very scared, but she could only slowly spread the end of the copper ring and slowly poke it into the hole. Seeing her trembling and poking her clitoris with the copper ring, the prison guard couldn't help but become hard and cursed this girl's natural seductive appearance. It's really fucking unbearable.
After she put on various small pendants, the prison guard raised a pair of special breast shackles and signaled her to thrust her chest. She had to humiliately put her hands behind her back and tried hard to thrust her chest. With a crisp click, a pair of heavy breast shackles were clamped at the root of her breasts. The weight almost made her fall forward, but she dared not fall because she dared not imagine what would happen if these brutal prison guards annoyed. She tried hard to straighten her body and maintain balance, because there was still one of her breast shackles that was not good, and it was the most deadly one.This iron breast shackle was specially made for her, and was respectively put in the middle of the breast by two retractable iron rings. The lower end of the iron ring was decorated with a kilogram of iron balls. When the prison guard tightened the scale groove of the breast shackle, she felt a suffocation, as if her breasts were broken from the middle. What followed was a real to cruel heaviness, the kind of heavy that was ashamed to bear as a woman, she could only bear it. She could only watch herself suffer these humiliating treatments, because she was already scared by this terrifying hell.
She didn't dare to move because she was afraid of falling and climaxing. These were all the fuses that caused beatings and abuse, but she actually misunderstood. As long as these people wanted to humiliate her, they didn't need any excuses. The prison guard took out the handcuffs, clamped her hands, and then picked up the last chain and put it on her thighs. The chain on the legs had to be fine. There was an iron ring on each part of the thighs. The iron ring between the two thighs was connected by an iron chain, so that she could only take about half a step in each step, and it would be easy to fall if she walked quickly.This distance only caused inconvenience to her walking, but it did not affect her at all. She spread her legs and came from behind. There were two iron rings on her ankle, which were connected to two 10 kilogram iron balls. This was the iron shackle used by a normal male prisoner. Now she was given a pair of them. Because she had heard for a long time that she thought she was a master of fighting skills, she was taken care of since she was imprisoned. She gang raped her legs every day until she couldn't stand and had a lot of injected medicine. This tough woman couldn't help but panting all day long and was weak all over.
Everything was ready, but the prison guard couldn't help it. He pushed her head hard towards the wall, supported the weight of his body with his chest, and lifted the jingling pendants of her lower body with his hands, and pushed them in one go, accompanied by the woman's helpless trembling and panting, and thrusting in anger...
Zhao Meng dragged his heavy body and slowly moved his footsteps from the cell. White semen was still dripping between his thighs. Some semen slowly flowed down the metal chains falling on his labia, like stalactites in a water hole. The prison guard smiled proudly behind him, kicking him with big leather boots from time to time, causing the woman to fall down in a mess.
The long corridor made Zhao Meng walk for twenty minutes. Because she kept falling and getting up, she wasted too much time. She finally arrived at the door of a door sign with the man stick room. The prison guard pushed open the iron door and pushed her in. The decorations in the room were so simple that they were all men, men, dense men. The prison guard politely greeted the men in the room and called them to the edge of the mat. After that, several men pushed Zhao Meng down on the mat and started their daily work. There were a total of 120 people, an average of three people in a group, and they were in confusion. During this period, the prison guard brought syringes and smearing drugs, and tried hard to inject and apply them in the gap between the men.
Zhao Meng is a very patient woman. She didn't make a sound before the sixth group of men rushed up, but when the slow fire was sluggish, she couldn't help but scream, took a deep breath, pushed and refused involuntarily, and then was forced to hold it down, punched and kicked, and then continued her daily tasks in a three-P position. In a normal place, she could not see such a woman tortured by iron chains and iron pendants, and was chaotic. Zhao Meng didn't believe it either.
When she spread her legs apart and lay on the ground between the sticks, the prison guard kicked her impatiently and urged her to get up quickly. She tried hard to stand up against her body that had been clenching her hands. The swelling and pain in her vagina and the heavy feeling of the iron pendant made her unable to move. The prison guard smiled lewdly and picked up the pendant on her clitoris and slowly lifted it up. She had to raise her vagina with a sharp tear. When the prison guard released the pendant, she breathed a long sigh, and then she was lifted up with a hiss.
It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. It took more than 7 hours from the morning to the end of the stick. She didn't dare to imagine how much the words of scolding Guize would be like now. The content of the afternoon might be easier, just physical labor, but she found that she was wrong again. The prison guard brought a pair of steel high heels and put them on her feet. It felt like another pair of shackles. And when she saw that the route of transporting goods was planned with thick hemp ropes full of knots, she was frightened again. The prison guard smiled and helped her to the half-person-high hemp rope. The rough hemp rope was embedded in the gap of her exposed lower body. Every twenty centimeters, a tightly tied knot was eaten by her vagina.She could only slowly maintain balance. With the weight of the basket on her back, she balanced the weight of the breast shackle and the droplet. The traces she walked on were left on the hemp rope, making people think endlessly. The transportation routes of two thousand meters long were all passed by her own feet and vagina. From the prison to the port of the island, she transported daily necessities and consumables every day. It was ridiculous that the food she ate and the aphrodisiacs she injected every day were all carried back by her back basket.
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