Electrical Toy Treasure Trove: Melanie

Wrong locker. Melanie pulls it open and the first jolt hits her square between the legs. She yanks out a wand with metal prongs, cranks it up, and presses the live tips to her bare inner thigh. Her muscle jumps. The second time she lets it climb higher, right against the thin strip of cotton covering her clit. The shock rips through her and her hips buck hard. She comes fast, loud, and wet. Next is the cattle prod. She strips, bends, spreads herself. A single tap against her asshole and the jolt snaps her spine straight. She grinds the cold steel back in place, shocks herself again, and the orgasm crashes through her with teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut. She works the prod in her mouth, wets it, then slides the live tip between her cheeks once more. Each deliberate zap tightens her around nothing and pushes another climax out of her. Sweat beads on her chest, runs down her belly, mixes with the slick already dripping down her thighs. The last toy is a set of wired clamps. She clips them to both nipples, turns the dial, and feels the current thread straight to her cunt. She arches, grabs the bench for balance, and keeps the power cranked until her legs give out and a final, shaking orgasm leaves her gasping on the locker-room floor.