jess1973

Wet chains: a tale of agony in a decaying medieval dungeon

In the depths of a grime-encrusted medieval dungeon, a lone figure stood, naked and vulnerable, tied to the cold stone wall with her back wet from rain. Her long hair hung down in tangled strands, traces of whip marks visible against her pale skin. Her legs were spread, revealing an anal plug embedded within, all while she clung to her chained hands on her head. The intricate details of the dungeon - its decay and darkness, and the realism of every agonizing mark - painted a chilling picture of despair.