The Girl Next Door

Mona Wales fastens Dolly Leigh to the metal frame and wheels her into position like a broken doll. The straps cut tight across pale skin. Mona tears the clothes away, leaves them in rags, and hoists Dolly into the air so her bare feet swing clear of the floor. A violet wand hums, its tip crackling against thigh and breast, leaving red trails that bloom into gooseflesh. Dolly’s breath hitches, a sharp cry slipping out every time the current bites. Mona works her fingers inside next, knuckle-deep, while the current still buzzes along the wand. She switches to a thick electro dildo, pushes it in, and watches Dolly jolt. Then the taser crackles close to skin; the zapper follows, quick snaps that make the girl jerk against her bonds. Conductive pads stick to her thighs and hips, delivering steady pulses while Mona rides Dolly’s mouth, smothering her with cunt and thighs. When Mona unbuckles the harness and sinks the strap-on home, the pads stay live. Each thrust punches another moan from Dolly. Sweat rolls, restraints creak, and the current never lets up until the girl comes hard, shaking under Mona’s weight.