Claire Adams vs. Vendetta

Claire Adams pins Vendetta to the cold steel frame, wrists cinched tight behind her back. Vendetta fights the grip, blonde hair falling across her face, but the cuffs stay closed and the leverage is gone. Claire moves fast. She pries Vendetta’s jaw open, pushes the fat ball between her teeth, and pulls the strap until the leather bites her cheeks. Vendetta grunts once, the sound cut short by the rubber. A steel spreader bar locks her ankles wide. Claire threads a heavy chain through the bar and clips it to a ring above, hoisting Vendetta’s feet until she hangs at a brutal angle, only her shoulders touching the frame. Breath whistles through Vendetta’s nose. Latex sheets stretch across her torso, heat-sealed at the edges so each inhale tightens the second skin. Claire tugs the remaining slack, forcing the latex to bite under Vendetta’s breasts. Sweat beads and rolls. Every shift makes the steel clink and the rubber squeak. Vendetta’s eyes stay hard, but her body is locked. Claire leans close, lips brushing Vendetta’s ear. "Stay put."