Bound Brats

Blake Lavista cranks the boom box, bass rattling the windows. Cali Logan sways close, hips grinding to the beat, both girls loose and wild, until the door flies open. Rosey Satin storms in, face twisted, grabs for the box. They catch her wrists, shove her down, rope biting deep. Cali snatches the bit gag, forces the bar between Rosey’s teeth, buckles it tight. Blake winds more rope around Rosey’s arms, yanks them behind her back until shoulders strain. Blonde and black hair tangle together as the girls close in, breath hot, fingers tracing the ropes they just tied. Cali leans over Rosey, eyes sharp, the power flipping like a switch. They work her body in silence, pulling her legs apart, lashing them open, the gag muffling every curse. Sweat gleams on pale skin, rope marks blooming fast. The music keeps thumping while the two brats turn their neighbor into the night’s new toy.