Rachel, Kendra James and RAM

Rachel's new at the club, and the girls don't waste time breaking her in. They rope her wrists, loop her ankles to the bar rail, and leave her bent over. One by one, customers step up, pulling their belts, sliding fingers between wet lips, testing how far she'll open before she shakes. Kendra steps behind her, cattle prod humming at her thigh. She presses the tip to Rachel's ass, zaps once, and watches the shock tear through her. Rachel jerks hard, pussy clenching around nothing, juices slipping down her thigh. The next jolt lands lower, grazing her clit, and her whole body snaps into another spasm. Every shock drags a moan out of her, turning pain into a raw, shaking orgasm that keeps hitting, keeps pulsing. The other strippers keep the ropes tight, keep the line moving. They feed on her every twitch, her every broken cry, and the club fills with the sound of leather, electricity, and Rachel coming hard against the pole.