Slave Training Carter Cruise, Day One

Carter's elbows kiss behind her back in steel cuffs while a steel rod forces her spine into perfect arch. Electrodes bite the soft skin of her inner thighs as she sinks down on a thick cock in reverse cowgirl, thighs shaking every time voltage cracks through her. Sweat rolls off her ribs; her blonde hair sticks to her neck. She bounces like she’s told—hard, steady, no mercy for her own legs. When the current spikes she screams and fucks faster, slick thighs flexing like she’s desperate to earn her place. Later she’s on all fours, wrists and ankles locked to the floor, ass offered high. The same cock drives straight into her tight hole, stretching her open with every thrust. Her voice cracks when she begs for the load, breath short, muscles twitching. She takes it all. Every inch. Every shock. Every order.