Wenona & The Sarge

Wenona pushes back hard, muscles tight, but the Sarge still takes her down. He gets her arms first, wraps the rope tight, then goes for her legs. Every pull is mean. She twists, tries to slip the knot, but he cinches it again until the rope bites her skin. The more she fights, the more he enjoys it. Rope after rope, she ends up on her knees, chest out, back arched, shoulders straining. The Sarge stands over her, takes his time, checks each knot like it’s part of the game. Wenona glares up at him, breathing heavy, hair stuck to her face. He doesn’t smile. Just gives the last rope another hard tug, makes sure she stays exactly where he wants her. The fight’s over for now, but her eyes say she’s already planning the next round.