The Debt Collector

Mistress Mona Wales owns Freya French, body and mind. She drags her into the dungeon and demands payment. Face pressed hard between her thighs, Freya gasps for air beneath Mona’s weight. Electricity bites next—sharp, cruel jolts from a cattle prod, copper wire lashed to a tens unit that makes every muscle snap and twitch. The violet wand follows, its cruel crackle dancing over skin already slick with sweat. Mona doesn’t stop. She fists deep, arm pumping, stretching her open until Freya’s voice breaks. Collared and caged, Freya crawls on all fours like the pet she is. Mona strips the pretense away, fastens a thick strap-on, and takes her ass in long, brutal strokes that leave her shaking. Every thrust is a receipt stamped in flesh.