A Whorethy Opponent

She wants it bad and she wants it now. Kellfire strains against the ropes, wrists pinned, chest bare. A ball gag fills her mouth, spit sliding down her chin while you circle her. She knows what's coming. First the clamps bite down on each nipple, tight and cruel, little clothespins adding bright points of pain. You give the first one a flick and her whole body jerks. Then the cane sings through the air. One sharp crack across her thighs, another across her ass. She moans around the gag, eyes wide, but the wetness between her legs gives her away. You keep counting out the strokes, hard and steady. She takes every one, shaking, dripping, hungry for the next. You decide when she’s had enough, and right now that moment is nowhere in sight.