Maklaryn

Maklaryn starts caged. Raw metal. Stark light. Chains already tight around her wrists and ankles. The door opens. She climbs out on hands and knees, steel links dragging across the floor. Next she’s strapped to the outside of the cage, every limb pinned flat. Can’t twitch. Can’t breathe deep. The electrodes come next. One jolt across her pussy. Another straight up her ass. Her back arches hard against the straps but she isn’t going anywhere. They cut her loose just long enough to string her up in mid-air, body swinging, every hole exposed. Orgasms hit like punches—fast, mean, one after another until she’s shaking. When it’s over they drop her to the ground, re-chain her wrists to her ankles, and watch her crawl back inside. The cage door slams shut. Silence.