The Pain And Pleasure Of Electricity

Kristina Rose hides nothing but the cotton panties, little pink hearts on white, when Gia DiMarco yanks her in and starts to play. The straps bite first: wrists locked, ankles spread, copper pipes pressed to trembling skin. Sticky pads cling to her thighs, nipples, the soft arch of each bare foot. Gia turns the dial. Current hums. Kristina jerks and the wetness between her legs glistens, slick enough to glint under the lights. Gia works two fingers straight into that tight cunt, pumping hard while volts run through the metal at Kristina’s rim. Every zap to her clit makes the muscle clench around Gia’s knuckles; every spark to her asshole pulls a ragged shout. The soles of her feet twitch next, skin dancing under the current. Kristina strains, hips bucking, but the ropes hold. Gia watches the girl fracture and smiles. Pain feeds her hunger. Pleasure keeps feeding Kristina’s.