Fansadox Collection 298 - Moffett - Slave Den

SELECTION OF SLAVEGIRLS IN THE BASEMENT

FOR HIS PERSONAL ENTERTAINMENT!

AN INNOCENT STOP AT A REMOTE GAS

STATION PUTS SEXY BLONDE MADELINE IN

THE SLOB’S CROSSHAIRS. IF SHE DOESN’T

MOVE QUICK, HER HEAD WILL BE MOUNTED

ON HIS WALL… OR HIS THICK,

PULSING SHOTGUN!

THIS GOOD OL’ BOY IS COLLECTING TROPHIES THE HARD WAY, ONE BOUND BEAUTY AT A TIME!

 YOUNG, CURVACEOUS WOMEN ARE THE WILD GAME HE’S AFTER, AND HE’S NOT PUTTING DOWN

HIS GUNS TILL HE’S BAGGED ENOUGH HOT TAIL TO FILL HIS GAME ROOM!

I jumped when the rusty metal door that led to the hidden basement opened with a nerve rattling shriek. The monster was back. He looked like the type of ignorant swine which lived in the middle of the badlands, the kind always on the run from the law or civilization. He didn’t fit in anywhere but here, at a dumpy little filling station in desert. Despite the sweat which poured down my face from trying to breathe in the stuffy cell I’d been locked in, a jolt of cold fear shot through my naked body. My breasts heaved with panic and I clutched my knees together, trying to protect my shaved puss. He only came to the hidden room when he had a craving. He needed to see women suffer, hear them beg for mercy and pity as he forced them to lick his sweating balls or spread open their swollen lips for his massive tool. It was ghastly and he’d told me today was my turn. My turn to suffer…

TTTH-WAKKKK!!!

“AAAAAIEEEEEE! Stop it, you bastard! Oh god please, no more… I’m begging you….”