Click click.

She was up and posed for him almost before she actually awoke, crouched in her little crate-cage, face down, hips up and back to pressing her holes against the bars the way he'd drilled into her with his clipped voice and a chain clamped to her clit. She'd started letting her instincts take over; they reacted faster than she did. It was easier to let her body go first, and try to figure out what was happening after.

Three days. She'd been here, been his, for three days now. During that time he had tortured her, humiliated her, fucked her--sodomized her--collared and plugged and clamped and belted her,...