Carrie’s moping around because Victoria’s leaving town, and she’s terrified her favorite sadist won’t be there to keep her sore and smiling. Victoria doesn’t like her pets stranded, so she drags Rachel over for a hands-on tutorial. Right away they cuff Carrie’s wrists to the top of a door, stretch her up until her toes barely touch, leave her split open for both of them to inspect. Victoria hands Rachel the flogger first, steps behind to demonstrate the right wrist snap, but the moment leather cracks across Carrie’s tits she jolts like it’s electric. They keep trading tools—cane, crop, bare palms—until the girl’s front is streaked hot and pink. Victoria tells Rachel to edge her next, dragging a vibrator across Carrie’s clit while fingers pump in slow, teasing circles. She only lets the poor thing get close, never finish, so the next lash from Rachel stings twice as sweet. When they decide it’s time to fuck her properly, Rachel straps on and lines up while Victoria works the lube into Carrie’s ass. She talks Rachel through depth and pace: push until the tight ring gives, wait for that long exhale, then start driving in earnest. Carrie swears and drools, body swinging off the door with every thrust. Rachel settles into a solid rhythm, grunting how good the girl grips, until Carrie finally shatters, cumming hard around the strap buried balls-deep in her ass, mascara running while Victoria murmurs that Rachel just passed with flying colors.
Carrie’s moping around because Victoria’s leaving town, and she’s terrified her favorite sadist won’t be there to keep her sore and smiling. Victoria doesn’t like her pets stranded, so she drags Rachel over for a hands-on tutorial. Right away they cuff Carrie’s wrists to the top of a door, stretch her up until her toes barely touch, leave her split open for both of them to inspect. Victoria hands Rachel the flogger first, steps behind to demonstrate the right wrist snap, but the moment leather cracks across Carrie’s tits she jolts like it’s electric. They keep trading tools—cane, crop, bare palms—until the girl’s front is streaked hot and pink. Victoria tells Rachel to edge her next, dragging a vibrator across Carrie’s clit while fingers pump in slow, teasing circles. She only lets the poor thing get close, never finish, so the next lash from Rachel stings twice as sweet. When they decide it’s time to fuck her properly, Rachel straps on and lines up while Victoria works the lube into Carrie’s ass. She talks Rachel through depth and pace: push until the tight ring gives, wait for that long exhale, then start driving in earnest. Carrie swears and drools, body swinging off the door with every thrust. Rachel settles into a solid rhythm, grunting how good the girl grips, until Carrie finally shatters, cumming hard around the strap buried balls-deep in her ass, mascara running while Victoria murmurs that Rachel just passed with flying colors.
