Come Take Me

Mura stands naked in the stone room. Allie circles her, measuring the fit of the iron ring that pins her arms back and her ankles together. Mura keeps her chin up, but her knees are already starting to shake. Allie yanks the circle tighter, shoving the black-haired girl down onto the planks. Wood smacks skin. The ring clangs against the floor. Mura lands on her side, breathing hard through her gag. Blonde hair brushes Mura’s thigh as Allie leans in to check the bindings again. A single finger traces the line of Mura’s circumcised cock—still soft, still caught inside the unforgiving steel loop. Mura flinches. Allie smiles, grabs the ring, and drags her another foot across the floor. The boards creak. Nothing else moves. Mura’s eyes stay open, waiting for the next pull.