Intense Electrical Predicament Bondage

Bobbi Starr waits, impaled. A thick steel cock splits her open while her heels fight for balance. Donna stands back, remote in hand, daring her to lean too far. One slip, and electricity bites straight into her cunt. Sweat rolls. Her toes curl on the floor, muscles shaking, every breath a gamble. The new collar snaps around her throat. Donna tugs the leash. Bobbi drops, crawls, yelps when the jolt hits. She barks. She begs. It earns her nothing but harder commands. Cane meets sole. Each strike jolts up her legs, sharp and mean. She keeps still. Barely. Clothespins march down her stomach in a cruel line. One hard yank rips them free; skin burns, nerves scream, then Donna’s fingers slide back inside and start working her over until she comes hard, shaking, still trying not to touch the prod.