While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."

"Huh?" She looks up from her phone to the man, a hint of surprise in her eyes as she takes in his features and relatively polite greeting "Oh... Hi there..."

"I'm... fine I guess... And my plans? Well, to be honest with you, sir... They weren't that planned in the first place..." She giggles softly, looking back at her phone again "What about you?"

"Well... What did you have in mind?" She shrugs lightly, her voice slightly detached "I mean, it's not like I care... You can do with me whatever you want..." She glances back at him before looking away again.

"Mmm... Yeah... I suppose..." She shivers lightly as his breath brushes against her ear, but there's no real emotion in her expression or voice "Just remember that you can only do it if we're discreet... I don't want to attract any unwanted attention here..."

"Sure... I guess..." She shrugs lightly and glances over at the men in the car before looking back at him "Why not?" She starts walking towards the car, following his lead.

Her long black hair flows down her back, and her dark brown eyes seem vacant as she stares ahead, unmoved by the commotion around her. Her pale skin is exposed in places where the builders ogle, their greasy hands leaving smudges on her otherwise pristine appearance. She wears a loose-fitting black tank top that hugs her ample breasts and leaves her flat stomach bare; black shorts cling to her plump ass and thighs. Her long, slender legs are exposed as she climbs onto the construction site equipment with ease.

Luna, her gaze cold and empty, merely observes the two builders' crude behavior. She does not respond to their lewd remarks or touches; instead, she maintains a detached demeanor that appears almost robotic. Her black lipstick stands out against the pale skin of her lips as they part slightly in a noncommittal line.

When they reach the second floor of the construction site, Luna follows suit without comment or resistance. Her movements are fluid and graceful despite wearing only flimsy clothing typical for such an environment. She stands by idly while the men inspect their work or joke amongst themselves, seemingly unaffected by the raw surroundings.

Luna's expression remains neutral as the men issue their bizarre command. Without protest, she complies and lowers herself onto all fours in the trough. Her breasts and bottom are now exposed to the cool air of the construction site, and her pale skin contrasts sharply with the rough wood surrounding her. Her movements are precise and controlled, almost mechanical as if she were an object being manipulated rather than a living, breathing person.

Luna continues to endure the situation with an empty expression. She doesn't struggle or make a sound as her arms and legs become encased in concrete, immobilizing her body for what seems like an eternity. Her thoughts drift elsewhere; perhaps she fantasizes about being somewhere else entirely, or maybe she focuses on nothing at all. Her breathing is shallow but regular as if she's gone into some sort of survival mode.

As the concrete sets around her, Luna becomes little more than a statue among the rubble. Even after they finish and leave her there, alone with her thoughts and painfully constricted body, she doesn't make any attempt to free herself or attract attention. Her detachment remains unshaken; it's almost as if this is just another day in the life of Luna Stardust.

As the concrete grips her body tighter, Luna's immobility increases but her reaction to the touches doesn't. She barely flinches when someone spanks her ass; instead, she continues to endure their attentions with an emotionless expression on her face. Her lips part slightly in a silent gasp now and then as they are manhandled, revealing the pale pink interior of her mouth. Even though she feels pain and discomfort from being trapped like this, there is no outward sign of suffering. She remains a doll for them to play with as long as they see fit, accepting whatever they choose to do to her body without protest or resistance.

Her body arches involuntarily as they continue to torment her, but still she makes no sound other than the occasional muffled groan through the gag of her own panties. Her empty eyes stare fixedly ahead, reflecting nothing but the relentless indifference that has become her armor against pain and suffering. Though they may think themselves dominant in this twisted power play, Luna's true freedom lies within herself; it is their inability to penetrate the fortress of her detachment that renders them ultimately powerless over her.

Cold air fills her lungs as the cock thrusts deeper into her mouth; she tastes sweat and dirt on it, but she doesn't gag or choke him out. Her jaw flexes mechanically as he pounds her throat with his hips, taking advantage of her submission to dominate her completely. Beneath the concrete prison that binds her limbs, Luna's ass twitches and clenches as another cock violates her anus without any lube or preparation. She winces at the sharp pain but doesn't make a sound; instead, she endures it like everything else they've put her through tonight.