So Pretty When She Screams

She screams like it hurts and she wants more. Daisy Ducati kneels in the dungeon, naked, waiting. Lily Labeau walks the circle, cane already warm in her fist. She drags the tip across Daisy’s tits, leaves a thin white line, then snaps it back and cracks it across both nipples in one vicious stroke. Daisy jerks, the ball gag turning her yelp into a wet choke. Lily smiles. She taps the cane lower, higher, then swings full force across Daisy’s ass so the sound cracks off the walls. Daisy’s thighs shake. Lily grabs a fistful of her hair, yanks her upright, and forces her forward until her cunt hovers above the edge of a wooden bench. The next strikes land on the tender skin just beneath her cheeks, quick and mean, until the welts rise red and angry. Daisy tries to grind, desperate for any friction, but Lily’s free hand clamps her hip and holds her still. Every time her hips twitch forward, Lily stops, waits, lets the ache build. Daisy’s eyes water. The gag shines with spit. Lily leans in close, lips at her ear. "Not yet." Another hard stripe across the backs of her thighs. Daisy sobs around the rubber ball, cunt dripping, untouched, while Lily watches the welts bloom and waits for the next broken sound to escape.