90 Minutes of Servitude

She signs the paper. Ninety minutes of her life, handed over. The clothes come off first—slow, methodical. Her wrists get locked in leather, then her ankles, each strap tightened until the leather bites. They ask questions and she answers, voice tight. Then the questions stop and the tests begin. She gets bent, spread, opened. Fingers first. Then thicker things. They take her mouth. They take her cunt. They take her ass while she’s bound and gasping, sweat sliding down her ribs. The camera keeps rolling. Every thrust lands deep, every moan cut short by another order. She came in ready to play. Now she’s just trying to last.