UNCOMFORTABLE AND HOGTIED

Mila thrashes on the concrete, rope biting deep, her body bent cruel, wrists pulled hard to ankles behind her back. The gag stretches her jaw wide, muffling every curse and plea. She rolls, jerks, tries to slacken a knot, but every move just sinks the cord tighter. He stands over her, calm, flicking the vibrator straight onto her cunt, holding it there until her hips buck and she yelps through the rubber. Sweat slicks her skin, heels scrape uselessly. He takes his time. When she’s shaking, he flips her onto her stomach, cinches the final knot that locks her in full hogtie, limbs straining, face pressed to the floor. She can’t even writhe now. He slides the vibe back in, sets it low, and leaves her like that—twitching, dripping, trapped.