Dirty Hobby (2 of 2)

Goddess Starla had things to do. A mess of small tools, careful knots, and half-finished gear lay across the bench. Jada Sinn stomped in like she owned the place, broke the hush, and the work stopped cold. Starla rose, grabbed the girl by the hair, and slammed her to the floor. She pressed that face into the dust and grit that had gathered over years. Jada coughed, knees sliding, palms burning, but the Goddess was already unlacing the corset, peeling it off until the girl stood bare and shivering. She walked her to the pole, steel cold against skin, and ground her cheek against it until Jada learned to stay still. The cage door swung open. Starla locked her inside, the metal bars narrow, the inside tight. A thick dildo waited on the bench. Starla picked it up, showed it, then worked it in. “Hold,” she said. Jada’s thighs shook. Every breath pushed the toy deeper, every twitch counted as failure. Sweat ran down her ribs and dripped onto the cage floor. Minutes dragged, the orgasm just behind her teeth. Starla watched, arms folded, until the girl sagged and begged. That was enough. Starla unlocked the cage, hauled Jada upright, and led her out the back door. Outside the air bit. A car battery sat under a plastic tarp, cables coiled, clips shining. Starla smiled, pulled one cable free, and let the clamp kiss Jada’s nipple. The shock jumped through her. Her knees buckled, her cry split the quiet yard, and Starla held the second clip ready, eyes bright, already deciding where it would land next.