Intolerable Brat.

Gabby’s smirk hits the room like a dare. I wipe it off with a hard slap, seize her throat, tear every stitch she’s wearing until she’s bare. Today, brat, the rules are mine. We lace her into a straitjacket, clip her to the rig, then pull her feet high until she spins in mid-air, nothing left to hold onto but rope. The flogger lands in thick, rhythmic cracks, then my hand buries in her cunt, yanking climax after climax until her thighs shake and drip. Next she’s locked spread-eagle in a steel frame that floats above the floor, every limb pinned. A long zipper bites across her nipples and belly, left to throb while I beat her soles with paddles, snap elastic bands tight, then crack a cattle prod under her arches. She’s allowed to come—once—before the zipper rips free in a single vicious stroke. Final position: flat on her back, legs wide, bare soles lifted and vulnerable. I hammer them until she breaks, then slide my cock into her ass, pounding until she’s sobbing through another orgasm she can’t stop.