Page 105 of Rattle the Cage

“Tie her up.” Cyrus commanded, her voice still a deep growl even as it grew more breathy.

Blade and I didn’t normally follow Cyrus’s orders, but both of us loved how gorgeous Tess was all strung up — just like that night we’d shared her in Space Summit.

Grabbing Tess’s hips, Blade lifted her upright.

She gasped as her mouth was freed from my girth.

Blade threw our toy over her shoulder, walking her over to the wooden wheel at the edge of the room. Using her foot, she kicked the lock into place.

“Welcome to the circus, Trinket.” Blade cackled as she gripped Tess’s hands, locking them into the leather cuffs attached to the wheel.

Walking over, I got to work spreading her legs and clipping her ankles in. Once she was secure, Blade and I took a step back to admire our work.

Like a five point star, Tess was stretched across the diameter of the revolving wheel. Her naked body was perfectly presented to us, the fabric of her dress abandoned by the bench long ago.

Panicked, she looked around and tried to understand what the contraption could be used for.

Cyrus joined us, all of us pumping fists as we admired the toy we’d captured.

“Can you believe she just walked right in?” Blade licked her lips, her hand stroking the length of her strap — Tess’s pleasure still soaking it.

Stepping forward, Cyrus reached between Tess’s legs and slid three fingers into her dripping folds.

“Fuck!” Tess moaned as her head slammed back into the wood wheel.

Cyrus pulled her hand away, wiping her fingers on the wood just below Tess’s cunt. A gorgeous wet spot appeared on the wood. “Nice job warming her up. Let’s see who can make her finish.”

Smirking, I looked in Tess’s scared, blue eyes. “You know how much we love a race, Sweet Lamb.”

Blade lifted her foot off the brake, letting the wheel shift as Tess squirmed. “Careful, Trinket. You’re on the wheel of misfortune. Your fate’s in our hands. ”

With that, Blade gripped the wooden prong along the wheel and gave it a spin.

Starting her out, Tess only spun a couple times before I slammed my foot on the brake.

Her body was tilted sideways, just tall enough to take my cock back into her mouth. But not before I ran my hand along her slick folds, using her pleasure to soak my strap before bringing it to her mouth. “Taste how wet you are, like a good toy.”

Opening her lips, Tess let my dick slip between her lips again. But this time, her head was pressed into the wood wheel, nowhere to escape if I wanted to fuck her face.

I let my hips thrust into her just enough to test her throat.

Until Cyrus got jealous, grabbing my shoulders and spinning the wheel as her force pulled my dildo from Tess’s lips.

Catching her breath, Tess yelped. “Jesus fuck!” Cyrus let her spin for longer than I had, hoping to make her delirious — spin the brat out of her.

Good luck.

Once she’d spun her enough, Cyrus stopped the wheel and watched as Tess’s eyes spun, struggling to focus. This time, she was upright.

I wasn’t sure when the cane had gotten to her, but before I could process it, she lifted the long, rattan stick and slammed it into Tess’s soft stomach.

“FUCK!” Tess screamed. A bright red line appeared on her flesh in seconds.

Cyrus knelt down, eye-level with her sub. “Say thank you.”

Nose wrinkling with anger, Tess couldn’t stop herself. “Go fuck yourself!”

Without hesitation, Cyrus slammed the rattan cane into the sore spot again. “Try again, Ragdoll.”