Dragonlily Returns

Dragonlily’s back. Same hard chair. Same cold metal cuffs biting her wrists and ankles. The second the first live wire kisses the sole of her foot she jerks so hard the chair scrapes. Juice runs straight into her clit, a cruel little buzz that makes her cunt clench around nothing. She tries to twist away; they tape her toes wide and crank the dial. Every arch and squirm earns another jolt. When the vibe finally grinds against her swollen clit she comes loud, messy, dripping down the seat. They don’t let her rest. Fresh clips pinch her nipples, fresh current snakes between her ass cheeks, and Dragonlily shakes through another screaming orgasm before the first one’s even finished shaking out of her.