Plug-In Corporal Punishment

Krysta Kaos does not fake a thing. She is chained between two pillars, arms and legs spread, body open and waiting. Bobbi Starr clips charged leads straight to Krysta’s nipples and cunt lips, then cranks the dial. Electricity snaps through metal and skin, and Krysta’s whole frame jerks against the steel. Each jolt pins her tighter to the pillars, sweat slick on her tattoos. She takes every setting higher, gasping, teeth bared, chasing the burn because the burn lights up her nerves the way nothing else does. Bobbi watches her twist, waits for the next scream, turns the knob again. Krysta’s back arches hard, cunt pulsing around nothing, and she pushes into the pain for the twisted rush that follows. The current keeps flowing. Krysta keeps taking it. 2012.