Encore Performance

Harmony walks back into the room like she never left. Sandra Romain waits, arms crossed, lips tight. The new cage sits dead center—steel bars, low ceiling, nowhere to stand tall. Harmony drops to her knees without being told. Sandra slams the door, bolts it, then shoves a fat black ball between Harmony’s teeth and yanks the strap until her jaw locks open. Drool hits the floor right away. Harmony’s ass is next. Sandra works lube over two fingers, drives them in deep, then replaces them with a thick strap-on that stretches her open fast. Harmony’s forehead knocks the bars with every thrust. Each slap lands louder than the last, and the cage rocks on its frame. Later they string her upside-down from the cross—wrists cuffed to the arms, ankles spread wide to the upright. Gravity pulls blood to her head while Sandra lines up again, this time burying the same cock straight into that well-fucked hole. Harmony swings. Every swing drives her deeper onto it. Her muffled cries echo off the concrete while Sandra keeps her pace slow, deliberate, never letting her forget who’s in charge.