Electrical Endurance and Screaming Orgasms: Dana DeArmond

Dana and I slip out of the dungeon for fresh air and hotter trouble. I start with the electric strap-on, sliding in deep, feeling every spark as she twists and takes it. By the pool she’s already shaking, but I crank it up. The cattle prod snaps against her skin again and again; she jerks, gasps, comes back for more. Darkness settles. I haul her to the bridge, rope her tight, shove the voice-activated plug up her ass. One sound and it bites. Nipple clamps bite harder. She can’t stay quiet. Every moan, every whimper pulls a fresh shock, and the orgasms rip through her anyway, loud, raw, unstoppable. When I’ve wrung the last scream out of her, I drag her back downstairs and lock her away with the rest of my girls.