If you're a hot, sexy construction worker working in the armory, you're getting tied up.

Gwen Diamond struts through the half-finished armory in hard hat and work boots, blonde hair pinned under the brim. Sgt. Major watches her measure a length of rope and makes a quick decision: no reason a body that fine shouldn’t wear it instead. Rope snaps tight around her wrists before she can drop the tape. He pushes her face-down over a stack of unfinished beams, pulls her overalls down to her knees and stuffs the bright red ball between her teeth. The gag muffles every protest while he checks the knots twice—professional habit. From there it’s just method: fingers, tongue, the thick handle of his own belt worked between her thighs until she comes the first time, back arching, boots scraping concrete. He gives her no recovery. Another coil around her elbows, another around her knees, and he starts again—two fingers inside, thumb working her clit, pulling the next climax out of her shaking frame. Gwen’s cries echo off bare walls, lost in the gag. He keeps going until her legs buckle and the only sound left is the wet slap of his hand and the creak of rope holding her up.