Electrical Torment: Cassie

They bring Cassie in like fresh meat for the grill. Long tan legs, that shaved pink snatch bright enough to make a preacher sweat. She barely gets a word out before rope bites into her wrists and the first jolt hits her thigh. She jerks, spits around the red ball gag, drool sliding down her chin while the current dances up her belly and back down between her legs. They fuck her ass slow, deep, and merciless, timing each thrust with a fresh zap from the cattle prod until her whole body snaps like live wire and she can’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain anymore.