Low Hanging Fruit

Katt takes what we give. She's the kind who smiles while you hurt her. Today it was me and Miranda in a mood, and she was the one locked down. Cage first, barely big enough to kneel. Gag next, cloth stuffed deep and tape slapped across her lips so she couldn't spit it out. We kept it simple after that. Hands on skin, a vibrator pressed hard where she couldn't twist away, and whatever food we had lying around. The blueberries were last. I pushed both of them into her nose while the tape held the gag in place, cutting off air. She panicked fast, cheeks flushing dark, then snorted hard enough to send them flying. We couldn't stop laughing. She knew exactly what she signed up for, and she took every second of it.