Princess Kali, Adrianna Nicole and Chanta-Rose

Seven walked in thinking she was here for work. Chanta and Princess Kali had other plans. They snatch her the second the door shuts. Hands grab her, clothes rip, and suddenly she's bent over, wrists bound, ass up like meat on a table. They take turns. Chanta's crop snaps across her thighs, then Princess Kali's paddle cracks down harder, leaving red welts that bloom fast. Seven gasps, tries to twist away, but the ropes hold. Every strike lands mean and deliberate. A gloved hand spreads her cheeks. Cold lube, then the blunt head of a strap-on presses in. No warm-up, just one hard thrust that buries it deep. She cries out. They laugh. The fucking starts slow, then turns vicious—hips slamming, the strap-on driving into her ass again and again while the other woman works her clit with a vibrator until her legs shake. When she thinks she can't take more, the electricity comes out. Clamps bite her nipples, wires buzz, and every shock makes her clench around the strap-on still buried inside her. They keep her there, used and twitching, until she's too wrecked to do anything but take it.