A warm, tanned Jenny lying in front of the Yuletide fire.A warm, tanned Jenny lying in front of the Yuletide fire. Gift-wrapped in leather and steel. Watching my every move with wide eyes, above the foam that fills her mouth. At the right time, I'll remove that foam, and fill her mouth another way, but not now. Firelight glints from heavy steel chains, locked to the padded cuffs on her wrists and ankles, spread-eagling her before me. The other ends of the chains are bolted to screw sockets concealed by the pile of the carpet. She moves and mumbles, trying to speak through the foam packing. Soon she'll be trying to scream, but it won't come out any louder. |