Isis Love and Harmony

Harmony wears cuffs on both wrists and grips the cell bars. Isis walks behind her, black uniform stretched tight over her chest, and brings a leather whip down hard. The crack echoes. She peels Harmony open and works a thick riot baton into her ass, sliding it deep while spit runs from the ring gag in a steady stream. Harmony’s thighs shake. Isis scrubs her down with a rough cloth, pushes her face into a tin plate of slop, and tells her to eat. Then the strap-on comes out. Isis fucks her bent over the cot, one hand fisted in her hair, the other cracking across her ass while Harmony moans around the gag and drools on the mattress.