Crissy Sparks in a Cage

Marty wraps the rope around Crissy Sparks. She sits on the floor of the cage in just a black thong, tits bare. He runs the line through the bars, tying her wrists behind her, then runs another rope around her waist and chest, pulling her breasts tight against the bars. She groans when he stuffs the red ball between her lips and buckles it at the back of her head. The gag keeps her jaw open, spit leaking down her chin. He ties her ankles next, rope biting into skin, forcing her legs open. She pulls against it and the bars rattle. Crissy Sparks, the blonde, dressed in nothing but that thin thong and a gag, held inside steel. The year was 2002. He checks the knots again, gives the rope one final yank. She looks up at him, eyes wet, nipples hard against the cold metal. The cage door stays open. Marty lights a cigarette. Crissy Sparks does not move.