My head’s pounding like someone took a bat to it. My jaw’s screaming, stretched so wide by this fucking massive ballgag I can’t even swallow right. Drool’s spilling over my lips, soaking the couch under my cheek, the standard fabric scratchy against my skin. This leather panel’s strapped so tight across my face it’s crushing my nose, hiding the gag, yanking my head back against ropes that rip into my skin. The gag’s a nightmare, too big, jamming my mouth open, making my teeth ache, my tongue useless. I try to scream, but it’s just pathetic muffled grunts, swallowed by this hellhole of a modern living room. Where the fuck am I? This isn’t the locker room with those icy tiles and that gas that knocked me out. A huge window shows skyscrapers in the distance, the city buzzing below in broad daylight. I’m high up, trapped, my blue hair plastered to my sweaty face, strands stinging my eyes.
My body’s a cage. Ropes crush my elbows together behind my back, wrists tied so tight my fingers are dead. My ankles are yanked up to my shoulders in this brutal hogtie, heels brushing my hands, my spine twisted in a way that screams pain. The chastity belt’s a cold bastard, clamping my hips, padlocks heavy, biting into my skin. The matching bra’s worse, squeezing my tits so hard they throb, the metal digging in, raw and relentless. Every breath makes it worse, my nipples scraping inside, sending sparks I hate admitting. How did I get here? That bitch from spin class, her fake-ass smile. “Zoe, I lost my key, can you check?” Then the sting in my neck, the darkness. She did this. Why? My blood boils, but I’m stuck, helpless.
I’m fucking done with this. I strain my legs, yanking hard against the ropes on my ankles, muscles burning as I try to straighten them. They don’t budge, just bite deeper, skin raw, pain shooting up my thighs. This gag’s killing me, so damn annoying, stretching my jaw to breaking, drool pooling, choking me. I roll onto my side, abs screaming, the couch creaking under me. I don’t touch it with my hands, can’t, but I roll to the other side, desperate for any slack. Nothing. The ropes hold tight, my wrists numb, my tits aching in that metal bra, the belt’s grip cruel. I pull my legs again, harder, calves shaking, gasping through my nose. The gag makes every breath a fight, the leather panel suffocating, my jaw ready to snap.
Sweat’s dripping, stinging my eyes. I keep thinking about her, that spin-class snake, her smirk. I want to rip this gag off, spit in her face, but it’s lodged in, fucking unbearable, my drool a constant humiliation. I strain my legs one more time, every muscle trembling, the ropes cutting, the belt teasing, that heat I don’t want mixing with my rage. My fingers claw at nothing, nails scraping my wrists. I’m not getting out. I know it, but I can’t stop, rolling side to side, pulling, grunting into this goddamn gag. Time drags, my body screaming, the city outside that window alive, uncaring.
A creak hits my ears. From the hallway. My heart slams against the bra, my tits throbbing. Footsteps? Someone’s coming. Fuck, no.
