Maya and Selina Minx

Maya never felt electricity before tonight. She stands naked on the concrete floor, dark hair plastered to her neck. Selina holds the cattle prod at her hip like it’s already alive. First touch comes low, just under Maya’s ribs. Her body jolts, muscles snapping tight. Breath hisses out between clenched teeth. Selina watches every twitch, eyes narrow, then brings the prod up again, slow, deliberate, waiting for Maya to beg without saying a word. Another jolt lands on Maya’s inner thigh. Her knees buckle. The chain clipped to her collar rattles. Selina steps closer, drags the cold steel across Maya’s hip, then presses. Current rips through her again. Maya’s scream cuts short when Selina slaps her across the mouth. "Stay quiet," Selina orders. She walks around Maya’s back, lets the prod rest at the top of Maya’s ass, then pushes. Maya’s hips jerk forward so hard the chains bite her wrists. Sweat runs between her shoulder blades. Selina sets the prod aside and pulls the leather strap from her belt. First strike lands across Maya’s ass, sharp enough to make the mark rise red. Second lands lower, right where the prod left its sting. Maya rocks forward with each hit, breasts swaying, nipples hard from the cold and the fear. Selina grabs a fistful of Maya’s hair, yanks her head back, and kisses her rough. Maya tastes blood from her own lip. Selina spins her around, bends her over the bench, spreads her cheeks. Two fingers press against Maya’s asshole, working lube in quick circles. Maya’s breath comes ragged. Selina replaces her fingers with the head of a thick strap-on and pushes. Maya’s hole opens slow, tight, until the whole length sinks in. Selina starts fucking her in short, brutal strokes. Every thrust knocks Maya’s hips into the bench. Selina reaches under, finds Maya’s clit, rubs fast while the strap-on keeps driving. Maya’s legs shake. She comes hard, voice cracking. Selina doesn’t stop. She pulls out, flips Maya onto her back, straps her ankles wide. The prod comes back. Selina touches it to Maya’s nipple this time. Maya arches so violently the bench creaks. Selina grins, moves the prod lower, rests it against Maya’s swollen clit. One click. Maya’s whole body locks. Selina watches, waits, then pulls the prod away and slides two fingers inside Maya’s ass again. Maya whimpers. Selina keeps her there, spread and shaking, until Maya’s eyes glaze and her breath turns shallow. Only then does Selina unclip the chains and let Maya drop to the floor.