Fragments VI

She stands naked, legs spread and trembling, arms lashed tight behind her back with leather cuffs. A thick bit gag splits her mouth, already slick with spit. He circles her once, slow and silent, then brings the crop down hard across both ass cheeks. The crack echoes off the concrete walls. Her knees buckle but she stays upright, eyes blazing over the gag. Another strike, lower, catching the backs of her thighs. Her skin flushes dark red. He keeps circling, deliberate, letting the silence stretch between each blow. She’s already dripping, thighs glistening in the low light. When he finally grabs a fistful of dark hair and yanks her head back, her eyes flutter and a thick string of drool slides down her chin. The crop lands again, this time across her tits, and she shudders hard enough to make the chains rattle. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. Every strike says exactly what he wants her to know.