The torture of desire

In a dark medieval dungeon, a beautiful 35-year-old woman with long red hair lay on a bed of straw. Her perfect face was marred by cum, and her body was adorned with metal handcuffs, anklecuffs, and a collar with a chain. The chains connected to her limbs and anchored her head, hands, and feet to the floor. She had been shaved and was now lying in a pool of her own urine, surrounded by the stench of sweat and decay. Her every movement was restricted, and she could only lie there, hoping for a moment of relief or escape that never came.