Kendra James and Bridgett Harrington

Kendra trembles. Used to be the sight of a cattle prod sent her running. Now she crawls to meet it. Bridgett's fingers curl around the wand, thumb hovering over the trigger. Kendra's wrists are cuffed above her head, black hair plastered to her face with sweat. She arches anyway when the first jolt lands across her thigh. Skin jumps. Breath catches. Bridgett watches the flinch, then slides gloved fingers between Kendra's legs, working her open until another current snaps through her. The shocks keep coming. Short bursts. Longer ones. Kendra's hips chase each pause, hungry for the moment pain stops and pleasure takes over. She comes hard, cunt clenching around nothing, then Bridgett turns the voltage up and drives her straight into the next orgasm before the first one fades. Anal comes after. Bridgett spreads her, works lube in with two fingers, then presses a gloved thumb over the prod's trigger while she pushes inside. Kendra's moan breaks into a scream. Every shock lands deeper now, timed with each thrust. Her thighs shake. Sweat rolls down her spine. Bridgett keeps her there, locked between pain and release, until Kendra's voice cracks and her body sags, spent, still twitching from the last current that ripped through her.