Peanut

Peanut bites down on the rubber ball in her mouth. Her naked body bends backward on the mat, ankles pulled tight to wrists with thick rope. Every muscle shows the strain. Blonde hair sticks to her forehead, sweat runs down her neck. She pulls once, then again. Nothing gives. Her thighs tremble from holding the position. A hand reaches between her spread legs and works her over. She grunts through the gag, then tries to twist away. More rope. More knots. The pull tightens until her shoulders lift clear of the floor and her back arches hard. She gasps. Another sharp tug. Her fingers curl uselessly. She can't move, can't speak, can't close her legs. Just has to take it. And she does. Over and over. Until every breath sounds like a fight she already lost.