Cheer

Payton hits the park for a routine cheer practice. One clumsy step, a flash of cheap jewelry, and the ground vanishes. She comes to in a dim basement, wrists cinched behind her, ankles spread and locked to a steel frame. Princess Donna steps out of the shadows, clips electrodes to sensitive skin, and brings a cattle prod close enough to crackle the air. Every shock forces another cry, another involuntary arch of Payton’s back. Donna replaces the prod with a thick vibrator, working it in until Payton’s whole body shakes in forced, trembling release. Before the echo dies she’s already pressing again, driving her deeper into the current, until the girl’s screams turn raw and her thighs glisten with the evidence of too much pleasure.