You Can Only Say Nine

Natalia’s locked in the Segufix and she can’t stop laughing. Cute little thing with black hair, eyes bright, mouth open like she’s thanking us. The vibe’s taped right against her trimmed pussy, humming steady, and she’s already shaking. We count. She gets nine words. That’s it. She tries to stretch them but the toy doesn’t let her. "Please, I—" Six left. She bites her lip. The vibe kicks harder. Her thighs jerk in the straps. Another laugh slips out, then a moan she can’t afford. Nine words total, we told her. After that she just whimpers and we decide whether she gets more or nothing at all. She nods fast, greedy for the game. The vibe keeps its cruel rhythm. Her clipped cock—neat, circumcised—twitches useless against her stomach while the rest of her fights the restraints. Every time she almost speaks we turn it up. Her eyes beg. We smile. Nine words. Make them count.