Lystra and Princess Donna Dolore

Lystra looks tiny, almost sweet. Don’t buy it. Inside she craves to be broken, pushed, and used until the fight runs out of her. Princess Donna knows the trick and she sets in fast. EMS pads snap onto skin and hum with current. Each jolt locks Lystra’s muscles tight, turns her gasps sharp and ragged. Heavy steel shoes drag every step she takes, completing the circuit until the floor itself can spark her nerves. Donna drives the switches in short, cruel bursts, then grabs the girl by the hair and bends her over without warning. One thick acrylic plug slides into place, cold and unyielding, forcing her open while the current still hums. Lystra fights the stretch, trembles, then cums so hard her knees buckle. Donna holds her up, laughs low, and hits the pads again, milking another shuddering climax out of the shaking body pressed against her. Ball gag stretches Lystra’s mouth wide, turning every moan into a wet, helpless sound that Donna drinks in like praise. She shoves, twists, and uses the current to own every twitch until Lystra’s legs give out and the only thing keeping her upright is Donna’s grip. One last brutal shock rips through her and the plug stays buried, proof that the punishment is nowhere near finished.