Suction, Staples, and Needles

Elise jerks each time the stapler bites. Some jolts pull a raw sound from her throat. Others just make her eyes flare wide behind the gas mask while she drags in whatever air she can get. She thinks it must be finished. Then another sting lands, then another. By the end she is pinned open in the gyn chair, locked down, high on the rush that only real pain can feed. Her cunt is sealed now, nothing getting in unless Mistress Miranda decides otherwise. Miranda stands over her, the one who pushed her past every limit she thought she owned. The endorphins keep rolling through Elise like a dirty secret she cannot share, and she is left there, trembling, used, and still wanting more.