Electrical Tutorial, Part Two

The air smells like ozone and sweat. She’s already shaking before he even touches the prod to her. Her wrists are cuffed high, back arched, black hair stuck to her face. He doesn’t waste time. The first jolt lands low on her thigh, sharp and fast. Her body jerks hard, ass clenching. He waits. Watches. Then lands another, closer this time. She gasps through clenched teeth. He grabs her jaw, makes her look at him, then shoves two fingers into her cunt, testing how wet she got from the last shock. She’s dripping. He laughs under his breath, low and mean. The prod moves again—down the curve of her spine, along the crack of her ass, pressing against her hole. She whimpers. He doesn’t ask. He presses it in just enough to make her feel the threat. The next shock rips through her, and her legs buckle. He catches her by the hips, lines up, and slams into her ass with one brutal thrust. She screams. He doesn’t stop. Each stroke comes with another jolt, timed just right, forcing her tighter around him. She takes it. All of it. Pain, cock, current. He keeps going until her thighs are shaking and her voice breaks.