Hung from a Pole: Shikira

Marty chains Shikira to a wooden pole and hoists her up. Her wrists pull tight above her head, her body stretched tight. She hangs there, feet barely grazing the floor, every muscle locked. The steel links bite into her skin. She wears nothing but the steel and a ball gag forced between her teeth. Spit gathers at the corner of her mouth and slides down her chin. Her long brown hair clings to her shoulders and breasts. Every breath drags the gag tighter, makes the chains clink. She twists once, testing the hold, and the pole creaks under her weight. Her nipples harden in the cold air, dark against her pale skin. The year is 2000. The ropes and chains hold. She stays suspended, exposed, the pole the only thing keeping her upright.