| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tThe basement was dark and kinda cold, but the girl could barely notice that. She was sweating and dying for a small break. But whenever she would slow down, a harsh voice would immediately hurry her up: "Who told you you can stop, you little whore? Keep moving, if you don't want to get punished". No, Donna surely didn't want to get punished. Truth be told: what she was currently doing was already a punishment for her. But she didn't want to test the patience of men who kept her captive. She knew that, no matter how bad it is right now, they will always find a way to make it even worse for her. She moaned quietly, lowering her hips. Her body was shaking - both from being so tired and from what she was doing. She could hear wet sounds every time she was going up and down. Her back and knees were hurting from the uncomfortable pose, but she couldn't change it: it was hard to get up with her arms being tied behind her back. Not to mention that she would probably make her captors very angry with that. "Go lower! Stop being so lazy." Donna sighed deeply and forced the dildo deeper into her small hole. Whenever she would move her hips up, the damned thing would always try to slip out, and it was really hard to put it back in without using her hands. Though, apparently it was one of those cases, when her captors would enjoy watching her struggle to do what she had to do instead of getting angry with her. Whenever she would go down, it would feel like the toy was stretching her hole; she could even feel it with her belly - that's how deep it went. And the worst thing was, that when it went too deep, she would feel the beads pressing harder and harder on her tiny butthole. She was scared of those. She knew that when her moving up and down on that dildo would bore her captors, they'll start torturing her with those tiny heart-shaped beads, pulling them out one by one. They were in her butt for quite a while now, so it would be even harder to get them out now. The worst thing is: she knew, that no matter how well she performs, no matter how hard she tries - they will still rape her in the end. Doesn't matter, if it will be filmed or not - it'll be the same as always... No, they won't be careful, they won't take it slow, or let her adjust to what's going on, there'll be no pity nor mercy for her. Donna could barely think about those things right now, though. As she obeyed the "Move faster!" command, she felt a warm, familiar sensation in her lower body... The next moment her entire body became tense, preparing for the climax. If she's lucky they won't notice how her moaning became a bit different, more deep and excited than before. If she's lucky, she'll manage to at least have an orgasm, before the next part of the tortures will begin...\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t