Tony Cuts His Teeth on Elise

Tony's got Elise right where he wants her. Straitjacket pins her arms tight, the ankle spreader forces her legs open, and her head's locked inside a suspended box with nowhere to turn. Months of waiting, months of her ropework and her sadistic little grins—he's not wasting a second. He starts with his fingers. Merciless. Elise shrieks the second he touches her ribs, but the gag inside the box turns everything ragged and wet. Her clit gets sucked into a clear tube until it swells like a tiny cock, throbbing against the plastic. Tony holds a vibrator just close enough to make her hips buck, then yanks it away when she starts grinding. Sweat rolls down her chest, fogging the glass until her face is a blur of wide eyes and open mouth. Every laugh rips out of her like she's being torn in two. Tony watches her steam up the box, watches her struggle against leather and steel while he drags the vibrator along the tube again and again, never giving her enough. She gasps, she howls, she tries to twist, but the rig won't let her. Tony's face stays calm. He's waited too long to rush.