Are You Ready to get Fucked?

I lean in, ask Annabelle if she’s ready to get fucked. It isn’t a real question. My cock is already hard. Her wrists are cuffed, knees spread, ass up. The tie keeps her open and still, nothing gentle about it. I push the thick strap-on into her cunt, lock the current on, and let the volts hit. She jerks, a sharp cry, then the muscles start to flutter, the current riding straight through her. Every pulse knocks another orgasm loose. She shakes, drools, and keeps coming, hard, again and again, until her legs give out and the cuffs are the only thing holding her up. Bobbi watches from the side, cattle prod in hand, waiting for the next surge. 2012, raw and mean.