Today she is a toy, a mere item to exploit and indulge with dark intentions.

I shove her into the cage, a thing with a mouth and tits. Bars and straps pin her body, hair yanked back. Her pale skin gets clipped along the neck, sensitive enough to twitch. I cane her ass and tits, then wedge the bit gag between her teeth, mouth forced open. Before I'm finished I finger her soaked cunt and take her orgasms. The cage has her ready. Now she's strapped to the wall, head wrapped tight, breathing only through a hose. I let the air thin, then flog her pussy. The hose comes out fast and her mouth is open, greedy. I shove a cock and vibe inside her, lock them there. Hard flogging and caning land on her tits and cunt, over and over. Heavy smacks to chest and stomach cut off the vibrator's pull, leave her gasping. Face down, ass up, neck and hips fixed, legs spread, she waits for the machine. First comes foot caning, sharp and steady. Clover clamps bite her sore nipples to split her focus. When the machine starts it pounds out the rawest sounds—screams braided with thick, desperate orgasms.