Heat

Heat. The plan was simple: cage the girl, crank the heat, watch her sweat. Electric heater underneath. Chains pinned her head, wrists, ankles, waist. She couldn't flinch. Arachnia Webb lasted, eyes locked on the ceiling, until the harness gag turned sweat into a seal. The panel over her mouth closed her airway tight. She begged through muffled sounds. She cried. I pulled her out, let her gulp air, then snapped the chains back on before the heat could ease up. Ball gag swapped in. Same torment. 2007. Same rules.