Sassy Blonde

Vendetta struts in like trouble already knows her name. First zap from the cattle prod knocks the sass right out of her. She freezes, eyes wide, lips parted. Then the shocks come faster. She dances, hips jerking, cage rattling, blonde hair whipping as she tries to dodge what she can’t see. I slide my fingers into her ass, follow them with electric plugs, push deeper until she’s twitching from the inside out. The mercury switch goes on next—lean too far and the circuit bites. She locks her body in place, muscles shaking, breath hissing through clenched teeth. When the fucking machine kicks in, its dildo slams into her in steady, brutal strokes while the current snaps through her rim. She comes hard, shaking the bars, drool sliding down her chin, and the look on her face says she’ll be crawling back for another round.