Gia Paloma and Melissa Lauren

Gia Paloma walks back into the room after months away. Melissa Lauren is already waiting, leather straps around her wrists, a wicked grin cutting across her face. She slaps Gia hard across the cheek. The sound cracks. Then she wraps both hands around Gia’s throat and squeezes until Gia’s knees buckle. A black ball gag follows, shoved deep, straps yanked tight behind her head. Melissa bends Gia over and works an acrylic plug up her ass, twisting it slow until it seats. With Gia stretched and gagged, Melissa rolls out the wires. Metal pads clamp onto nipples and clit, leads snap into the box. The first jolt snaps Gia’s hips forward; the second forces a wet cough around the gag. Melissa turns the knob higher, presses a current through Gia’s core, and watches her shake. Every few seconds she slaps another stripe on Gia’s thighs or tightens the choke hold again. Sweat runs down Gia’s spine. The plug glistens. Melissa keeps the current alive, riding the edge between pain and want until Gia’s whole body jolts on the table, shaking, lost in the current.