The Good Girl

Harmony drags Bobbi into the bathroom. She strips Bobbi’s bra, shoves the cups between her teeth, and pulls the straps tight. The cloth muffles every moan. Ropes bite into Bobbi’s wrists and elbows, pinning her arms behind the cold porcelain sink. Harmony flips the switch on a cattle prod. Blue arcs crackle. Bobbi jerks. Juice runs down her thigh. Another jolt lands on her inner leg, higher, then another across her nipples. The shocks make her clit throb. Harmony slides two fingers inside Bobbi’s ass and works them in deep while the prod dances across her pussy lips. Each fresh jolt rips another wet spasm out of Bobbi. She strains against the ropes, drooling around the gag, begging for more with her eyes. The door stays locked. Footsteps echo outside, but neither girl slows down.