Shopping Spree

Blake and Rose come through the door, bags swinging. Bella’s still right where they left her—rope marks across her wrists, legs splayed on the mattress. They undo the knots without a word. Bella moves toward the couch, thinking it’s over. Blake shoves her down. Clothes come off in quick, rough pulls until Bella’s left in black lace bra and panties, cheeks flushing. Rope loops her arms behind her back, cinches her elbows tight, then wraps ankles and knees so she can’t straighten. A leather hogtie finishes the job, pulling her into a painful arch. A ball gag silences the protests. They leave her squirming on the rug. Keys jingle. A cop steps inside, badge bright under the hallway light. He’s tracked their cards. Metal cuffs snap around Blake’s and Rose’s wrists before they can react. Bella is freed. She rubs her wrists, eyes bright. The cop guides the two girls to the floor. He ratchets their arms high and tight behind their backs, connects the cuffs to their ankles, forces each into a merciless hogtie on the carpet. Bella doesn’t wait. She snatches the leather crop they used on her. First strike lands across Rose’s bare ass with a sharp crack. Blake gets the next one—harder. Red lines bloom. Bella swings again and again, each stroke timed to their helpless jerks. When the cop’s phone rings, he checks the screen. Dinner reservation. Bella tosses the crop aside, smiles down at the two bound girls still twitching on the floor, then follows him out. The door clicks shut. Only the sound of rope creaking and frantic breathing fills the room.