Kendra James and Annette Schwarz

Kendra shows up looking like trouble. Annette waits for her. They waste no time. Sensory deprivation first—Kendra’s eyes disappear behind a blindfold and the room goes quiet. Annette slides on the sticky pads, wired straight to that voltage. The violet wand buzzes on her skin, sharp and cold, making muscles jump. Then the zapper cracks, quick electric snap that pulls a scream every time it lands. Annette’s gloved hands work rougher with every new shock. She bends Kendra over, spreads her, works lube in fast, then pushes in deeper. Kendra’s body jerks against the cuffs, sweat running down her thighs, but she takes it all. Annette fucks her hard, the strap-on thick and relentless, driving her forward with every thrust. The cattle prod waits on the table. Annette picks it up. Every time she touches it to Kendra’s ass or the back of her thighs, the jolt slams through her and makes her clench around the strap. Corporal punishment layered on top—flogger stripes laid over the electric ones. Kendra stops thinking after a while, just breathing hard, hips working, body caught between the two kinds of hurt. When Annette finally pushes her over the edge, she comes so hard her legs buckle. She ends up on the floor, shaking, soaked, still twitching from the aftershocks. The room smells like sweat and metal. Kendra stays down, breathing through it, cum cooling on her skin.