Mika Tan and Nina

Mika Tan presses the pads to her thighs and lets the current bite. Nina watches the twitch of muscle, eyes black with hunger, then snatches the controller. She amps it higher, not asking, just taking. Mika's mouth opens around a choked gasp. Her nipples peak under black hair that sticks to sweat. Nina strips, slides onto the table, spreads and takes the next leads herself. Electro probes slide in—one slow, one sudden. Their bodies lock into rhythm: pulse, flinch, moan. Nina grabs Mika's wrist, forces another lead between her own ass cheeks. The current snaps. They jerk. They grind. They come hard, panting, still wired to the same box. Mika flips the switch back, drives Nina over again until her thighs shake and the sheet under them darkens.