In the dimly lit asylum, Charlotte Sartre, the bound slut, is led by her dominant captor to a cold, metal chair. Her wrists are restrained behind her back, and a thick leather gag is forced into her mouth, stretching it wide. Tears well up in her eyes as she's made to kneel, her face level with the hard, throbbing cock of her tormentor. He grabs her by the hair, pulling her head back, and begins to fuck her throat roughly, making her gag and choke on his massive length. The sound of her desperate, muffled moans fills the room as she's used mercilessly, her makeup running down her face like tears of humiliation.