Ann's rebellion foiled

Ann snarled and swiped a hand at her, but Miss H ducked back and shot out her foot into Ann’s belly. “OOF!”
“You disgraceful, dolled up tart,” Sandra growled and grabbed Ann by the hair as she doubled over, ramming her knee into her face. “I’ll wipe that makeup off your face with my FIST if I have to!”

Ann was pummeled senseless, barely managing to get some punches to Miss H’s sides in retaliation to her brutal beat down. Sandra backed up and smashed her head into a desk before opening its top up and slamming her head inside, banging the lid down on her head and neck a few more times. “How’s that feel, bitch?” she hissed, lifting the lead.
“Ughhhnnn…” was all Ann could groan. Bruises showed here and there and she was drooling from the beating.
“Good. Now look pretty for the camera” Sandra moved her face up to look at one of the cameras as she reached down and clawed her freshly unglued pussy.

“Scream for me, you bitch!” Sandra hissed.
“AGGGGGHHHH!” Ann unwittingly complied.
“Louder, you whore! Really get those high notes!” She changed her grip to dig her nails into Ann’s clit and pinch hard. She shrieked loud enough to make Sandra wince before she smiled toothily.