Fragments VII

Fragments. Scraps. Pieces that don't always hold together under the weight. Melody Jordan shows up first. Redhead. Dancer. Big natural tits. They strap her face-down in a brutal hogtie, chest pinned under her own body, arms swallowed in a single leather sleeve. Claire works a flogger and a paddle across pale skin until the redhead shakes and the sweat starts to drip. Then Chastity Lynn. Blonde, young, classic girl-next-door. She opens on her back, legs chained high and tight to a steel pole. Claire lights a cigarette and grinds the hot cherry into the soft soles of Chastity's feet, watching every twitch. Later the girl is stretched out flat, ankles crossed, and Claire lays into her with heavy flogger strokes and a wicked cane across the arches. One last shift and Chastity finds herself hanging upside-down, wrists and ankles yanked wide in a tight inverted spread, nothing left to do but endure the pull and the sting.