Shock the System, Part 2: The Compulsive Masturbator

2116. Humanity crawls from one apocalypse to the next and still the machines call the shots. Anyone who wastes energy gets sent down the pipe. Kacie Castle is accused of exactly that. Her crime is compulsive masturbation. The sentence is shock aversion therapy in a cold white room that reeks of ozone and fear. Veruca James straps the girl down, thighs spread wide, wrists locked, ankles cuffed. Metal bites. Current waits. The first jolt lands inside her cunt through a live plug; Kacie arches and gasps like the voltage is trying to crawl up her spine. Veruca watches her pupils blow wide, then brings the zapper down across her thighs, every snap timed to the next twitch of muscle. The violet wand follows, tracing purple fire over breasts and belly until the skin flushes and nerves sing. The samurai lands across her nipples. Foot torment comes next, conductive pads under her soles, each pulse making her toes curl and her cunt clench around the plug. When Veruca decides the pain has done its job, she swaps the plug for a fat silicone cock wired for electro. She fucks her with it in long, deliberate strokes, watching every spark travel from shaft to slick flesh. Kacie moans, broken and hungry, hips jerking for more even as she tries to pull away. Veruca mounts her face and grinds down, cunt slick against Kacie’s tongue, riding the muffled cries while the current keeps flowing through the dildo buried inside her. Pain and pleasure fight for the same nerves. Kacie comes hard, body convulsing against the straps, and Veruca doesn’t let up until the girl is shaking, drooling, eyes glassy with overstimulation. The system wanted her fixed. Instead it left her wrecked and wanting.