Cherry Torn Plays with her Masochistic Electro-Painslut

Riley's cuffed to a St. Andrew's cross, blonde hair wild, eyes already wet. Cherry walks up with the zapper and the violet wand's touch plate, electricity running right under her fingertips. The first graze across Riley's ribs makes her jerk. Cherry drags those fingers lower, hits the soft underside of a tit, the inside of a thigh, the arch of her foot. Every contact snaps Riley straight, jolts a gasp out of her. She keeps pushing for more, back arching, cunt glistening. Cherry swaps to a long metal cane, cool and live. One slow stroke down Riley's spine and her whole body lights up, muscles locking then twitching. The pinwheel follows, tiny teeth rolling across pale skin, bright sparks jumping where metal meets flesh. Riley whines, trying to chase and escape at the same time. Cherry's fingers slide between her legs, spreading her open, and Riley begs right away—voice cracked, desperate. Next, Cherry gags her, ties the rope tight between her teeth. Clothespins bite down on both tits, a zipper running down her ribs. Riley breathes hard through her nose. Cherry slides the Samurai in, metal thick and cold, and flips the current. Riley's pussy clenches around it; her eyes roll. She comes fast, hips snapping forward. Cherry rips the zipper off while she's still shaking, leaves angry red lines behind. Riley doesn't get a break. Cherry pushes the same rod into her ass, turns the dial, watches the current arc through her. Riley comes again, thanks spilling around the gag. Then the copper bands go around her thighs, live and mean. Cherry plants herself on Riley's face, zapper still in hand. Riley licks, frantic, tongue working Cherry's cunt and asshole while jolts land on her legs. Cherry grinds down, comes on her mouth, then cranks the vibrator onto Riley's swollen clit. Riley keeps coming, thighs shaking under the current, until Cherry finally decides she's done.