Angelica Saige TTOO visits and brings a beaten Jade Indica.

Angelica Saige sits naked on the floor, wrists and ankles locked in steel shackles that keep her spread. She’s twenty, trembling, mouth sealed around a red ball gag that forces every moan out through her nose. The metal cuffs dig. She can’t close her legs, can’t look away, can’t do anything but feel. James swings the door open and shoves Jade Indica inside. Jade’s face is already marked—split lip, bruised cheek, mascara streaking down her throat. Her wrists are cuffed behind her, a leash yanking her forward on bruised knees. James drops the leash, points at Angelica’s spread cunt, and says, “Lick.” Jade crawls, tongue out, and buries her face between Angelica’s thighs. The gag forces Angelica’s mouth wide; every wet lap from Jade sends fresh drool down her chin while her hips jerk uselessly against the steel. James watches, unzips, strokes himself slow. He waits until Jade’s tongue drags another helpless orgasm from the bound girl, then grabs Jade’s hair and drags her off, only to push her straight back in. Angelica comes again, thighs shaking, metal rattling. Jade swallows every drop, eyes glassy, knowing her own training isn’t finished. Outside, the crew packs gear and leaves. The lights stay on. James keeps both girls exactly where they are—Angelica locked, dripping, gagged; Jade bruised, leashed, and ordered to keep licking until neither of them can think straight anymore.