Human Tic Tac Toe: Maya Matthews

Sarge rolls in for our weekly tic-tac-toe match, brings Evie along as the board. She lies still, arms lashed, mouth stuffed with a fat ball gag, rubber straps biting into her skin wherever we need a mark. One strap around her throat, tight enough to make her gasp when I press the marker down. X on her thigh, O on the curve of her tit—every move lands on flesh that jumps. Her eyes water, but she stays locked in place, body quivering between the two of us. Sarge takes his turn, pulls the strap another notch, watches the color flush across her throat. She arches, air rasping, thighs trembling, and he grins like he’s already won. I step back when he’s done and let him keep playing. She’s slick now, skin shiny, gag shiny, nothing left but the board and the next move.