Mila stood in the center of the concrete room, still wearing the small dress she had been arrested in. Her ankles were enclosed in thick iron shackles linked by a chain her steps into awkward half-shuffles. Another chain cinched her waist, and her hands were locked behind her back in cold steel cuffs. She tried to move -- to turn, to pace -- but her high heels scraped against the floor, throwing her off balance. The restraints bit into her wrists and ribs each time she shifted. "They're too tight!" she barked toward the door. "Do you hear me? I didn't do anything! I'm innocent!" No answer came. Only the thin echo of her own voice bouncing back at her from the concrete. She gritted her teeth and tried again to take a step. The metal clinked, jolting her posture into a stiff, humiliating stagger. Panic rose behind her ribs, hot and frantic. "You can't keep me like this!" she shouted. "I said I'm innocent!" Eventually a guard strolled in. "Please," she gasped. "These are too tight -- just take them off." I didn't do anything." He didn't unlock her, and she is curious of him. She notices him staring at her feet. She stares at him wondering what he's thinking. He suggests a deal to her. He'll let her out of her restraints if she lets him touch her feet. She's shocked by this, but once thinking about it, she agrees to let him. She knows how pretty her feet are and if it helps her get out of here, then sure. She teases the guard with them, tempting him even more, but unfortunately for Mila, he's not the honest officer she thought he was. She was in a worse position now -- shackles on her ankles, wrists hauled to the ceiling, her body stretched tight. "Let me down!" Mila shouted, stomping her chained feet. "Do you hear me? LET ME DOWN!" The guard said nothing. He only worked the pulley. She rose onto her toes -- then off the ground altogether, dangling helplessly. He lowered her a little... then lifted her again, silent, watching her struggle while she screamed at him. Time passes and eventually Mila goes into submission. Her bratty shouts and screams change to more softly spoken words to the guard. She begs him to use her holes, even though she is surprised by this submission, but the slut in her has been released through being shackled. She wants him. He lowers her wrists just enough for her to be bent over. He lifts her dress and pulls her pants down to her ankles. He puts a ball gag in her mouth, then spits on her pussy lubricating it with his big hard cock. Her eyes widen as he pushes his adulthood inside of her. He builds his pace, enjoying every thrust as she drools and moans with pleasure. He pulls out and stretches her ass cheeks, taking a good look at her pink pussy then slapping it hard. She jolts and moans as the pain shoots through her body. He winches her arms up on the pulley again and lifts her off the floor. He stands and sits her on his cock gripping her big ass. He now brings in the Sybian machine. She sits on the dildo and feels the vibrating plate on her clit. He turns the volume up... in no time she is shaking and screaming with pleasure. Her shackles rattle the floor as her legs move uncontrollably. He watches her orgasm again and again until he can't take it anymore. He enters and removes her gag, thrusting his cock deep down her throat. He wants to feel the power of the machine and ducks her from behind whilst she still sits on it. He's ready to explode. He drops her to her knees and jerks his cock unleashing a huge hot load covering her face, tits and hair. Surely now she will be released... he ignores her words and once again the pulley begins to lift, raising her to her feet.
