Wreck
-So, Ednin, since you're such a pro, what's next on the menu? Deb asked. Do we get to see the handcuffs?
Ednin reached back into the crate, her hand emerging with a set of heavy, polished steel cuffs.
-Handcuffs are basic, Deb. We prefer something with a bit more... complexity, she said, dangling the metal links between two fingers.
Ednin produced a leather strap lined with soft fur and integrated with several small, silver bells. She shook it lightly.
-Complexity comes from the sensory overload, she explained.
Carla stepped closer to Ednin.
-These look much more elegant than the heavy stuff, Carla said.
Deb clapped her hands together.
-Ooooh, bells! That is so much cuter! she said. Are they supposed to jingle every time they move? Because I bet it would drive them absolutely insane!
-Maybe you need these, Ednin said to Deb, so that you stop hiding in Zed's linen closet.
-Excuse me?! Deb protested. I was not hiding, she said unconvincingly. I was merely conducting private research into the quality of his linens!
-Research involves more than just napping in the dark, Deb, Ednin retorted.
-Finally, someone calls her out on her bullshit, Nyx blurted out.
She nudged Maverick gently.
-Too much talking, Kiku mumbled from a corner.
Deb looked to Kiku.
-Excuse me? Did the wall just talk? she asked
Kiku slid into the center of the group. She ran a hand through her hair, looking between Nyx and with a smirk.
-It’s definitely better when things start moving, she said.
-"Moving" sounds like code for more torture, Nyx muttered.
She looked toward Ednin.
-Torture is such a dramatic word, Nyx, Ednin said.
-Call it whatever you want, Nyx said. But we know exactly what kind of games you're playing.
She tried to stand between Ednin and Maverick as Deb danced around them.
-Games? Please, this is practically a spectator sport! Deb said. If you're gonna be a hero, Nyx, you might want to pick a fight you can actually win!
She winked at Maverick.
-How does it feel being the main attraction, Mav? Does it make you feel famous?
Liv moved to join Ednin in staring down Nyx.
-Being useful means learning when to yield, she said.
Kiku circled the opposite side, boxing the thieves in.
-The spotlight is already yours, Maverick, Kiku noted.
-Well then hand me a strap on, Maverick finally said as she collected herself.
Nyx froze.
-What the hell, Mav? Nyx asked.
Maverick sat up straighter
-Holy shit, Maverick! Go big or go home, right? Deb said excitedly. Now THAT is how you reclaim the room!
Ednin smiled approvingly, reaching into the kit to pull out a sleek, matte-black silicone piece designed for intense endurance.
-Damn, Maverick, Nyx smirked as she looked at the toy. Show them why we're the best, she whispered.
Liv stepped into the fray, placing a hand on Maverick’s shoulder.
-That's the spirit, darling; surrender the control to find the real power, she said, her eyes locking onto Ednin's.
Kiku leaned against a nearby table. She tapped a rhythmic pattern against the wood, matching the rising tension in the room.
-Control is just an illusion we use until we find something worth breaking for, she mused.
Deb shouted, throwing her hands up in total celebration.
-YES! Finally, some actual entertainment! she started clapping in time with Kiku's tapping. Hey Nyx, try not to pass out from the view this time!
Ednin ignored Deb’s jab, focusing entirely on Maverick as she put on the toy and got between the woman's spread thighs.
-Careful what you wish for, sweetheart; I don't do anything halfway, she warned as she grabbed on to Maverick’s stomach.
Carla stepped beside Ednin, picking up a bottle of warming lubricant and holding it ready with steady hands. Nyx threw a middle finger at Deb.
-Eat glass, Deb, Nyx snarled.
She leaned back slightly, allowing Maverick more room to breathe while keeping her body positioned to act as a shield if needed. Carla unscrewed the cap of the warm lubricant.
-Let's give them a show worth remembering, Ednin said as Carla tilted the bottle to coat the tip of the matte-black silicone.
-Bring it, Maverick challenged. Let's see if that gear lives up to the hype.
Ednin gave a satisfied nod and pressed the lubricated tip against Maverick's entrance.
-Hype is for amateurs; results are for professionals, she declared, pushing inward with a firm, deliberate stroke.
Carla watched intently. Nyx gasped as Maverick's body arched violently, her hands flying to Maverick's chest to anchor her against the force of the intrusion.
-Wow, Nyx exhaled, her eyes widening as she watched the slick, black silhouette disappear inside her partner.
-Keep going, Ednin, Maverick urged. Don't you dare stop now.
Nyx gripped Maverick's chest harder.
-Fuck, Nyx groaned.
Maverick moaned needily, catching one of Nyx's nipples between her teeth as Ednin plunged deeper inside her, increasing the pace.
-Hold onto her, Nyx; she's about to lose her footing, she commanded.
Carla leaned in closer, her hand resting on Ednin's shoulder. Nyx lurched forward, her entire world narrowing down to the friction between her partner and the intruder.
-F-fuck! Maverick stammered.
Nyx wrapped her arms around Maverick's torso, hauling her upward to meet every punishing thrust.
-Do it! Nyx screamed, her eyes rolling back as the dual sensation overwhelmed her senses. Break her!
Ednin gritted her teeth, driving the strap on home with a powerful, uncompromising shove.
-Breaking isn't the goal, Nyx; it's rebuilding her from the ground up! she shouted over the mounting noise.
-Rebuild me then! Maverick yelled.
Ednin accelerated, her hips working with machine-like precision as she pushed Maverick toward the brink.
Nyx let out a helpless moan, burying her face in Maverick's neck as the relentless rhythm threatened to shatter them both.
-Stay with me, Mav, Nyx cried out. Ride it out!
Maverick's eyes snapped open, glazed and unfocused, staring right through Nyx as another massive thrust sent a fresh wave of ecstasy through her core.
-I am! Maverick gasped.
Deb jumped up and down, screaming at the top of her lungs.
-OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT?! she grabbed a nearby pillow, squeezing it tightly to her chest as she watched Maverick come apart. Go Maverick! Get wrecked!
She turned to the rest of the group.
-Somebody fuck me, Deb practically begged.
Ednin held the final, crushing thrust, letting the silicone bottom out against Maverick's pelvic bone.
-Look at her go, she breathed.
She slowly withdrew the toy, leaving Maverick twitching and spent in Nyx's arms.
Meanwhile, Kiku circled Deb.
-A little bit of desperation suits you, but maybe wait until the dust settles, she whispered.
Liv stood near the exhausted pair, watching Maverick recover with a practiced, calm gaze.
-The performance was flawless.
Carla picked up a soft towel, stepping in to wipe the excess lubricant and sweat from Maverick's shaking thighs.
-Performance is done; recovery starts now, she said softly.
Ednin stood up, tossing the used toy aside and wiping her hands on her thigh.
-Who's next for the stage?