Slave Mila’s Prison Interrogation P3: The Harsh Belt

Day two. Roxy slides into the cell with that wolf-grin, already wet at the thought of breaking Mila. Mila stays stone-faced. Roxy orders her to strip. No hesitation—Mila peels off every stitch, then drops to all fours and runs her tongue over dusty leather until the boots gleam. When Roxy’s boot lifts, Mila rolls onto her back and takes the kick like a gift, breath hissing between clenched teeth. She crawls to the bench on raw knees. Roxy cinches the straps until leather bites skin; Mila’s wrists and ankles are locked, hips pinned. The belt comes off slow—Roxy doubles it, drags the folded length across Mila’s spine just to watch the shiver. First stroke cracks loud. Second lands lower. By the tenth, red welts cross black hair and pale skin. Roxy yanks the thin cotton aside, nails carving thin lines over already burning flesh, but Mila’s jaw stays shut. The belt isn’t cutting it. Roxy tosses it aside, eyes hunting for something heavier.