HOLDING CELL
Rusted walls and a hard floor. She huddles in the corner, ankles, wrists, and neck locked in bilbos along the length of a single steel rod. Overhead, a light swings, throwing strange shadows across her face. Yet her fingernails are manicured. She still wears her skirt and heels, so he hasn’t had her very long. Calling out into the darkness, she asks for water. A bottle is tossed onto the floor. She can’t reach it. Falling to her side, she nudges the bottle with her forehead, sucking water from the nipple. The sound of footsteps, and a light goes on. We see her as his eyes see her, roaming her body. His hands drag her away from the wall so that he can slip his fingers between the cheeks of her ass, fondling her pussy and cunt. He fucks her hard with a dildo. Don’t put it in my ass, she says, suddenly hysterical. Please fuck my pussy. Please. He orders her to crawl toward him but she can’t. The bilbos won’t let her. Not even the shock from the taser can make her move. She’s naked now. Shackled, chained, and collared, she walks carefully, delicately, so she doesn’t trip. He makes her kneel and clamps her breasts between two metal pipes. A dildo, screwed in place between her knees, immobilizes her cunt. A very large ring gag forces her mouth-hole wide. One man whips her with a singletail. Another canes her breasts. Metal pincers bite each of her nipples. A cord from one tit, through her tongue ring, and down to the other tit is tightened. Vibrator on her clit. She begs to come but explodes into orgasm before permission is granted. Now she lies on the floor in shackles, her tongue chained to a heavy metal ball. She’s ordered to pick up the ball and stand up. But she can’t. The men are bored. They leave her. Maybe they’ll come back later. Maybe.
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