Justine Joli

Justine Joli. 2005. They strip her down fast. Blindfold first, then the gag. Her wrists locked behind her back, ankles spread wide. Cattle prod kisses her thighs and she jerks like she’s been hit by lightning. She tries to stay quiet. That doesn’t last. They flog her tits, her ass, her cunt. Red lines bloom. Sweat runs down her stomach. Every time the prod bites she shoves her face lower, licking spit off the floor like it’s the last drop of water on earth. The current finds her pussy again and she screams through the gag. Her body shakes. No glamour left, just raw need and pain. She takes it all.