Warehouse Slave - Break

After hours of being used, the leader finally unchain your wrists from the wooden beam.

“Break time,” he smiles.

They leave the heavy iron collar around your neck and a short chain between your wrists, giving you just enough slack to move a few steps. You stand up on shaky legs, chains rattling softly as you're led to the outer warehouse. Your body is sore and sticky with cum. The chains keep you well within their sight.