Betka Schpitz and Smokie Flame

Betka Schpitz returns, this time turning Smokie Flame into her personal lab rat. The clamps bite into tender skin. Wires hum, then crackle. Smokie’s nipples tighten around metal teeth as Betka jacks the current and watches her back arch hard against the table. Every jolt wrings a raw cry from her throat, each one louder, rawer, until the next volt steals the sound completely. Betka switches to the prod, tracing a slow line down Smokie’s spine before driving it between her spread cheeks. The shock slams straight through her core. Smokie jerks, thighs trembling, cunt clenching around nothing while the prod keeps pulsing. Betka isn’t finished. She plants rows of clothespins along the inner lips, tugging each one just to hear Smokie beg, then sends another charge coursing through the chain. Pain and want blur until Smokie’s hips lift off the table, chasing the current like she can’t decide whether to run or beg for more. Betka holds the trigger and smiles.