Sandra's Latex Slave

Devaun stands cuffed, arms stretched high. Black latex clings to every inch of her skin, a harness strapped between her legs, a mask cutting off sight and sound. Sandra steps close, shoves Devaun against the wall and grinds on the fixed dildo until her breath breaks. When she’s done she strips Devaun’s suit down to the waist and starts the test. Wires buzz. A cattle prod snaps. Devaun jerks, moans, begs in silence. Sandra marks each twitch, each wet clench, until she’s sure the girl can take it. Only then does she wheel the machine into place, line it up, and let it pound. Sparks dance higher, shock after shock racing up Devaun’s spine until her body shakes and her screams stretch tight behind the mask.