Russian Servant

Penny Flame walks in the door still burning from whatever the day threw at her. She spots Olga Cabaeva, the house girl, and decides tonight’s the night to burn off every leftover ounce of anger. Olga’s wrists are already cinched in cold steel and rough rope, the metal biting every time she tries to shift her weight. Penny doesn’t bother with hello. She slaps Olga’s ass open-handed, hard enough that the smack echoes off the tile, then follows it with the leather tails of a flogger until Olga whimpers like a kicked stray. Penny likes that sound. She oils the clear acrylic plug, shoves it in slow so Olga can feel every inch stretching her, then tugs it out just to watch the muscle flutter and gape. The plug hits the floor; the harness takes its place. Penny lines the thick strap-on at Olga’s still-spasming hole and pushes. Olga gasps, but her body gives way, greedy and slick. Penny fucks her in short, punishing strokes until the hole loosens around her, then pulls out, adds lube to her own knuckles, and slides her fist straight in. Olga’s breath shatters. Penny keeps going, twisting, opening her, pushing past the second knuckle until her wrist disappears. When the hole is wrecked and dripping, Penny yanks the fist free, leaving Olga gaping and twitching in the ropes. Only then does she drop lower, fingers slick with fresh lube, and sinks them into Olga’s cunt, fisting her while the steel cuffs rattle. Olga’s cries turn ragged. Penny’s anger is gone, spent, replaced by the wet, obscene sounds of a servant being used until there’s nothing left to give.