When Annika Met Jack

Annika stands in a latex corset and garter belt, stockings hugging her pale thighs, her hands buried in tight gloves. Metal poles force her upright. Chains bite into her flesh and lock to the pipe frame. Jack Hammer moves in slow. He slaps her with his tongue, bites her nipples until she jerks against the steel. Her breath catches, her skin burns red under each strike. He lifts her again. Chain only. She hangs in a tight ball, wrists locked behind her in a black latex sleeve. He spins her, pushes her, strikes her until she sprays hard, trembling in mid-air, wet hitting the floor beneath her. Later, on her toes, arms wrenched back, a thick steel rod shoved deep in her cunt. Jack clips clothespins across her tits, her ribs, her stomach. Then he rips them off one by one, letting the pain bloom raw. Annika shakes, screams, and comes, again, again, until her legs give out and the chains hold her weight.