The Scavenger's Gimp

Elise Graves and An Li are feeling mean and restless. They’ve got a gimp and they’re not wasting time. He’s stripped down to a leather hood, leather mitts, leather booties. Nothing else. They shove him into a Scavenger’s Daughter and lock it tight. His balls are already stretched hard with rope, nipples pinned under electro clamps. Before he settles they juice his balls with current. An Li cracks a whip across his back, precise, over and over. Elise moves in close, covers his face with her hands, cuts off the air. The current, the sting, the lack of breath—every second asks a new question. Gimpy can’t answer. He’s lucky to be here.