Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

Yasmine de Leon thought her money and her famous husband let her break any rule she wanted. Patrolwoman Bobbi Starr had other ideas. When the cuffs clicked on, Bobbi ignored every name dropped and every threat about lawyers. The only thing that mattered was Yasmine's body learning the rules the hard way. She dragged the rich brunette across the table, bent her over, and stripped her bare. No phone call, no mercy. A hard jolt from the cattle prod bit across Yasmine's skin, sending her jerking. Bobbi didn't pause. She shoved an electrified plug straight into that slick pussy and switched it on, watching the current make the girl buck and twist. Each zap forced the muscles to clench around the metal while Bobbi held her down. When that wasn't enough, Bobbi locked Yasmine to the cell bars with tight straps across her chest and thighs. Gagged, spread, helpless. The violet wand came next, spitting sharp purple sparks straight onto exposed cunt lips, one crackling kiss after another until Yasmine's thighs shook and her eyes rolled. Bobbi kept the current low and mean, letting every tiny pulse force fresh wetness to drip while the prisoner moaned through the gag. Then Bobbi stepped in with the strap-on. She shoved it deep into Yasmine's ass, fucking her in hard, steady strokes while the electro toys still hummed between her legs. The rich girl took every inch, every shock, every thrust. When Bobbi finally pulled out and cut the power, Yasmine hung limp against the bars—used, shocked, and taught exactly what happens when the 1 percent meets someone who doesn't give a fuck about money.