Screaming Toughgirl

Ten swears nothing can break her. Bobbi and Felony take that as an open challenge. They stretch her facedown, clamp her wrists, split her thighs. The first cattle-prod jolt to her ass makes her buck like a live wire. She laughs at first, biting down the sting. Second hit lands on the soft flesh just above her cunt. The laughter cracks into a long, sharp cry. That’s when they peel her open. Bobbi works thick lube around the tight ring, then sinks the strap-on past it in one hard thrust while Felony forces a metal bit between Ten’s teeth. Each back-stroke drags over raw nerves; every forward shove knocks a grunt out of her. Felony counts the strokes aloud, each number punctuated by another prod to Ten’s inner thigh. Ten’s shoulders lock, veins standing out, sweat streaming down her spine. She keeps cursing until the rhythm goes brutal, the toy hammering her stretched hole, the shocks coming faster, closer together. Her defiance melts into ragged screams. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide, body shaking, she rides the line between pain and surrender until the last spark lands and she howls like the tough girl finally run dry.