Punished with Inserted Objects

Beverly Hills fucks up. No dinner. Deleted messages. Mr. Pete snaps. He bends her over and lays into her bare ass with his hand, sharp and mean, until the skin burns red. Then he works a thick plug inside her, twisting it deep until it seats. Locks her in the cage naked. No bathroom. Just a bucket. She squats and pisses, humiliated, while he watches. Later he comes back and pulls the plug, stretching her hole wider with whatever he grabs next—a heavy old telephone receiver, fat carrots, cucumbers—pushing them in until her rim gapes around each one. Solo shots follow: Beverly on her knees spreading her cheeks, showing how open she is, then sliding a toy in and out until she’s shaking. Finally he fucks her ass hard, fast, unforgiving, before flooding her with a milk enema that spills out messy and white. Every second is raw, filthy, and exactly what she earned.