Calico is made into a proud Electroslut!

Calico's time on the table is almost done. She knows it. I know it. One last scene, then she can go. But I'm not letting her off easy. Her pussy's stretched around a clear plug that shows everything, and clamps grip her labia, wired straight to a voice trigger. Loud means shocks. Simple rule, cruel device. She wants to come. She asked. So I let her. But the second she starts to moan I talk her through it—loud, filthy, right in her ear. Every sound she makes feeds the box. Every word I say doubles the voltage. She tries to swallow it down, to keep quiet, but the orgasm claws up anyway and rips through her. She shakes, she gasps, she screams, and the clamps answer every time. Pain and pleasure hit together, over and over, until she's soaked, spent, and still twitching from the last jolt. Not the exit she wanted. Exactly the one she got.