Becoming an Electroslut: Raven Rocket (Part One)

Raven Rocket thinks she can handle the current. She's standing free, no ropes, no cuffs, just her nerve and the open floor. I raise the cattle prod and she stays put, bare feet on cold concrete, eyes locked on the tip. A single jolt cracks across her thigh. Her breath snaps short and she jerks, but she plants herself again. I hit her twice more, harder, faster. She yelps, thighs quivering, yet she doesn't run. When she stops flinching, I push her back, spread her open, and sink the electro plug into her cunt. A quick twist of the dial and the first surge hits. Her whole body locks, muscles clenching around the live shaft. I drive it in deeper, riding the pulsing current straight against her walls. Each click raises the voltage. She grits her teeth, hips bucking, but she keeps her knees wide like she begged for it. Sweat beads on her tits. She swears she's ready for anything, yet the next spark makes her voice crack. This is only the start.