Left to Bake: Venus and Audrey Leigh

Venus hangs spread-eagled against hot wood, wrists and ankles lashed wide, the sun hammering down on every inch of her. Leather cracks across her back and ass, again and again, until her skin flares red. Then the cold hose hits her, water streaming over her breasts, down her stomach, tracing every curve. She strains, hips rolling, desperate. A vibrator is shoved between her legs and she comes hard, shaking, mouth open in a silent scream. They flip her onto her belly and push her face into the bubbling jacuzzi water. A thick black dildo sinks straight into her ass, stretching her, working deep. The ball gag keeps every moan muffled. Hands shove her under; she thrashes, bound tight, bubbles streaming up past her gagged lips while the dildo keeps pounding. When she’s hauled out, they force her through the tiny bars of the smallest cage, knees to chest, arms pinned. The steel door slams. The whole cage drops. She sinks fast, air gone in seconds, lungs burning while the pool water presses in. She claws at the bars, eyes wide, the last bubbles slipping away as they leave her down there, trapped and dripping.