BDSM Test Pilot

They run the whole operation out of a concrete bunker under the English countryside, a place nobody’s supposed to know about. Q and his crew have a new piece of hardware they want to try out, and Vyxen Steele walked in as the willing test subject. She’s lithe, French, and dead-set on seeing how far she’ll go. They strip her down, buckle leather around her wrists, ankles, and throat. Then comes the steel hook: cold, curved, eased inside her ass until it locks in place, the eyelet at the end linked to a chain that runs up her back and tugs her head high whenever she tries to drop. She’s athletic, can take the strain, but the tension never lets up. They keep her on her knees, mouth open, and the first guard feeds her his cock while the hook pulls against her insides with every bob of her head. Spit runs down her chin, her muscles flex, and the chain sings tight every time she fights the urge to pull away. Q watches from the side, noting each twitch, each gasp, every new reaction the rig drags out of her. Nothing tender in the exchange. Just the slow grind of muscle against metal, orders met with obedience, and the low hum of the bunker swallowing every sound she makes.