Truth Seeker

Lily Ligotage sits tied to a cold metal chair, wrists and ankles lashed so tight the rope burns. Master Shadrack stands over her, silent, the cattle prod humming in his hand. He zaps her once, across the thigh, and watches her jerk. The shock hits sharp, then blooms hot. "Who else have you been spreading your legs for?" he asks. Another jolt lands lower, right under her breast. She bites her lip, tries to hold back, but a moan slips out. He leans in, crop cracking across the same spot. The thin red line rises fast. Lily's chest heaves. Sweat rolls down her belly. Shadrack moves the prod between her thighs, lets the metal tip rest against her cunt, not pressing, just threatening. "Names," he says. The hum gets louder. She feels the charge before it even lands. The shock rips through her, and her whole body seizes. Tears sting, but her hips twitch forward, chasing the pain like it owes her something. He strikes again with the crop, harder this time, across both nipples. Lily gasps, voice cracking. "Tell me," he growls. The prod crackles. She shakes, caught between the ropes and the next jolt she knows is coming.