Dr. Swallow's Residency

The restraints bite deep. Dr. Swallow looks down at Sicilia, clamps spread across her pink folds, forcing her open like a specimen. She yanks against the straps. Begs. Swears. He turns a dial on the box he got from his lunatic uncle. Current crackles, hits her clit through the metal, jerks her spine straight. Another zap. Her thighs tremble. Then another. She shatters, body arching, cunt clenching around nothing. He shocks her again. She cums harder, fluids streaking down the table, voice cracking. Her eyes glaze after the fifth orgasm, but he keeps going until she’s slack, sweat-slick, moaning through clenched teeth. Only when she can’t move does he drop the electrodes. His cock’s thick and heavy behind his scrubs. He frees one of her wrists, grabs a fistful of her hair, and shoves her face into his crotch. Her lips part on reflex. He feeds it to her, hips snapping, voice low and ugly as he tells her to swallow every drop like the toy she is.