Wenona and Dia Bind

Dia walks in and the air gets thick. Wenona is already waiting. Tight ropes bite into Wenona's wrists and ankles, pulling her arms up and her legs apart until she can't hide anything. Dia circles her slow, looking her over like she owns the next hour. A cattle prod rests on the table. Wenona knows what it is. Her nipples are already hard. Dia picks it up, tests the trigger once, lets the spark crack. Wenona flinches but doesn't beg. Not yet. Dia steps behind her, runs the cold metal down the small of her back, then lower. Wenona's ass pushes back without thinking. Dia grins, brings the prod between her cheeks, and Wenona's whole body jumps when the jolt hits. Her asshole tightens, muscles clenching hard. Another shock, closer this time, and Wenona moans through her teeth. Dia grabs a fistful of dark hair, yanks her head back, and lands three hard smacks across both cheeks. Red handprints bloom. Wenona's breath comes ragged. Dia sets the prod down, takes a leather strap instead, and starts laying it across Wenona's ass and thighs in steady, mean strokes. Each one makes the muscle jump and the skin darken. Wenona's legs shake but she stays on her feet, ropes holding her open. Sweat runs down her spine. When the strap falls away, Dia's fingers slide between her legs, find her soaked, and push two fingers straight into her ass without warning. Wenona's mouth opens but no sound comes out at first. Then she groans, low and rough, pushing back onto the fingers as far as the ropes let her. Dia works her open, three fingers now, twisting and spreading until Wenona's hips are rolling desperate. The cattle prod comes back for one last crack across her thigh. Wenona cries out, clenching hard around Dia's hand. Dia pulls free, wipes her fingers across Wenona's mouth, and leaves her hanging there, ass marked, hole twitching, waiting for whatever comes next.