The Doctor Is In

Sarah Shevon comes in shaking, nerves shot. Dr. Bobbi Starr studies her the way a snake studies a rabbit. No chit-chat. Bobbi orders her on the table and the restraints click shut. Kristina Rose stands at the tray, watching, ready. Bobbi brings the cattle prod close, lets the crackle fill the air, then presses it to Sarah’s thigh. The jolt hits hard. Sarah’s back bows, the straps bite, and the scream tears out raw. Bobbi gives her another jolt, higher, watches the muscles seize. Between shocks the women work her open with fingers and tongues, wet mouths moving over clit and cunt while the leather creaks. Sarah’s head jerks, caught between the burn of current and the heat sliding inside her. Kristina slides two fingers deep, curls them hard, her face glistening. Bobbi trades the prod for a thicker tool, works it into Sarah’s ass with slow, deliberate thrusts. The shocks keep coming, timed with every push, every lick. Sarah’s voice goes hoarse. Sweat soaks the sheet. The three bodies move in tight rhythm, pain and pleasure colliding until Sarah’s legs shake and the table rattles. Bobbi and Kristina keep going, relentless, until the tension in the room snaps and the last scream breaks into a ragged moan.