The Perfect Specimen

The exam room reeks of disinfectant and leather. Rebel waits on the steel table, naked, ass up, strapped down tight. Daisy runs the pinwheel over her cheeks in slow, deliberate lines. Then she lays into her with an open palm—quick, hard, leaving red prints. Finger next, thick and unrelenting, pushing past resistance until Rebel’s breathing changes. A glass toy follows, cold and slick, stretching her open while Daisy watches every twitch. She rolls Rebel onto her back, palms her heavy tits, then clamps the nipples with clover clamps that bite deep. Electricity snaps through them, jolts Rebel into a gasp, and then the strap-on drives straight into her cunt, fast and brutal, Daisy riding the rhythm like it’s owed to her. On the tile, hands cuffed behind her, Rebel is on her knees between Daisy’s spread thighs, tongue working until Daisy’s legs tense and she comes hard against Rebel’s mouth. For finishing the job, Rebel gets the steel plug shoved in and cane strokes across her ass that leave precise, raised lines.