PKF Studios-Rejected-John Marshall

REJECTED. Starring Tegan Mohr

Directed By John Marshall
She was once a high profile lawyer. But---that was another life.
The fellow shoved her into the cage, closing the door. He did not say much. One word directions. She was incensed How could he handle someone of her stature like that. To think, she was ambling outside of her shops--when the van pulled up and snatched her. WHO DID THEY THINK THEY WERE. She laid into him, assaulting him with her status.
He ambled away--great---it drowned in--he was going to go her his superiors and sort this mud out.
But when he returned he had no one....just a led trunk. He beaten her in the head. She could not believe what just happened. She was stunned, prepared to struggle thru the anguish and--maybe it was a misunderstanding. But he hammer her again. And again. And again.
Perplexed and bewildered, she knew this was something she could not fix with her words, her looks and maybe, not even asking.
After he hammer her, blood running down from her scalp--she told her to de-robe. And, she did not want to be hit again. So, she did.
Afterwards, he had her up on the X. He hammer her there too.
And that was to be her life as she was instructed.
Weeks, maybe months transferred. She was not the stuffy lawyer anymore. She was the pet. A lil' dog perhaps. He came in--like he did every day--she was laying in her box, fettered. She humbly got up on all fours---that was how he wished it--aways. He plowed her......his tiny pet. He boned her superb and lengthy and then, one guideline, she was on her knees, inhaling his bone until she knew he was well-prepped and like a supreme girl--a taught lady, she prayed for it--opened her throat as he crammed it up with jism. She slobber it into her mitt, then he told her to lick it. And, like many times before, she did, slurping it all gone.
And she was rewarded. He had her crackers she so looked forth too. A handle for his instructed pet.
But today was different. He gave her a note. She read it.
Her heart sank. She has been rejected. No one wants her. No one wants to buy this instructed tiny fuckfest sub. No one in the entire world. And, the dude will not give her away.
The knife was at her jaws as she was crying. He told her about this, lengthy, lengthy ago. She never hoped no one to want her. Never hoped to be rejected. Tears ran down.
The knife swept throughout her thru. She was bad merchandise and she was being demolished. The steamy blood pour out of the slice to her neck, running down her front. The world commenced washing away. She perceived blood welling up in her hatch and let it pour out her facehole.
She fell to the rock-hard concrete that was the floor of her cell--her home for so lengthy. She missed her penthouse in the city, her lunch dates, her parents, her...her... The memories denigrated as her heart pumped her blood and it escaped out of her, opening up via the floor. Then, she was no more.
He picked up the blood doused letter. He had typed it up earlier, wanting to cause her as much anguish and sorrow before he murdered her. The filth was gigantic, but he would hosepipe it all down the drain afterwards. He left the apartment to let her proceed to bleed out. Tomorrow, there would be a fresh damsel in the box.
NOTE: Joy bathroom footage at the end.

Runtime : 32min 19s
File Size : 1.04 GB
Resolution : 854x480