Calico Becomes an Electroslut!

Her head's buried in the dirt. Ass up. Wide open. I step around, camera in the hole, and watch every twitch crawl across her face when the voltage hits. Copper coils bite into her limbs, live wires waiting for my finger on the switch. No pattern. No mercy. Just the sudden burn of current ripping through muscle. She never sees the flogger coming. Leather kisses pale skin, leaves red lines, then the next shock lands before the sting fades. Her spine jerks. Breath hisses between clenched teeth. I don't ask permission. I just push. One hand, wrist-deep, buried in that clenched hole while the current makes her walls pulse and seize around my knuckles. She can't stop it. Voltage owns her now. Every squeeze, every flutter belongs to the electricity. She comes when I decide she comes, shaking, dripping, spent. Head trapped. Ass displayed. Calico the electroslut, reduced to nothing but raw nerve endings and my fist.