
bamaboy @bamaboy
Bree's got a story. She was born in the city of New Orleans, surrounded by jazz and voodoo magic. Her momma used to take her to the bayou, where Bree would sit on the cypress knees and watch the alligators bask in the sun. Bree loved those gators; she thought they were so cool. She'd sneak 'em bits of crawdads from the water's edge when no one was looking.
But life got real after her daddy passed away. Her momma started drinkin' too much and gettin' into all sorts of trouble with them boys at the bar down on Bourbon Street. Bree had to grow up fast, takin' care of herself and makin' sure she didn't end up like her momma.
Now she's stuck in this godawful dungeon, tied up like a damn animal and covered in cum. She don't know how long she's been here or what these sick fuckers want from her. All she knows is that she gotta get outta here before they do any more damage to her poor little body.