Wayward Slut Treatment

Adrianna Nicole wakes up strapped down. She has no clue how she got here, no memory of the ride. Dr. Amber Rayne stands over her in a white coat that barely hides the curve of her breasts. No greeting. Just cold fingers on skin and the snap of gloves. First come the questions. Name. Age. Why she spreads her legs for strangers. Every answer earns a jolt. Sticky pads cling to her inner thighs and buzz hard enough to make her hips jerk. When she hesitates, the doctor’s thumb hits the trigger and another shock rips through the muscles around her cunt. The electrified plug comes next. Amber works it in with lube and a smirk, then twists the dial. Current zips up Adrianna’s ass in tight, mean pulses. Her back bows. Sweat slides down her ribs. Amber asks the same questions again. Louder answers. Harder shocks. Pussy clamps bite down on swollen lips. Wires trail from them to the box in Amber’s hand. One click and the clamps throb in sync with the plug, electricity stitching a path between ass and clit. Adrianna’s thighs shake. She tries to close them; straps hold her wide. Then the samurai enters. Cold steel rod, thick, unforgiving. Amber feeds it into her inch by inch while voltage hums through every connection. Orgasms tear out of her whether she wants them or not, wet and sudden, soaking the table. The doctor never stops asking. The current never stops biting. And Adrianna keeps coming, body betraying her with every merciless pulse.