Jezzabelle

She came in a fresh face. By the end she's just a body. Jezza gets lashed down, thighs pulled wide, nothing left to hide. A gag cuts across her tongue, muffling the sounds she can't help making. Every fold, every wet inch, gets marked. Clamps bite down, hold fast. She bucks and shakes but there's no getting away. Nothing soft in this room. Just her pinned, flinching, and the slow, deliberate work of turning her raw.