Cell 181: Cheri Rose is pushed to her limits

Darkness pressed in, thick and cold. Cheri Rose's skin shivered every time her heart slammed against her ribs. She pulled at the cuffs, the chain clinked and held, and she pulled again. Nothing gave. Somewhere in the black a man watched without moving, letting her feel the weight of that stare. She’d come here to test herself, and he had the key to just how far she could go. His hands closed around her collar, metal on metal, and the leash snapped taut. A thick dildo slid into place and clicked into the mounting rod between her thighs. He tightened another chain across her hips until she couldn’t back away from the pressure, couldn’t lean into it, either. She shook. He stayed quiet. The only sounds were her breathing and the slow drag of steel links as he let out another inch of slack—then took it back.