HAPPY BIRTHDAY MZ. BERLIN!!!!!!!!

Berlin’s birthday started with Skin Diamond stripped and wired for pain. Twenty-two cattle prods were already promised and the first jolt hit before the first note. Skin tried to sing through it, voice cracking every time the current kicked in. Conductive rubber hugged her nipples, sticky pads clung to her thighs, an electro plug rode deep in her ass, another buzzed inside her cunt. Berlin watched, arms folded, eyes cold and pleased. Every balloon Skin blew up burst in a sharp pop, another zap right behind it. She kept singing anyway, hips jerking to the rhythm of the shocks, tits bouncing with each involuntary flinch. The dance she’d rehearsed turned into a frantic stagger, feet sliding on the floor while the plugs fucked her on their own cruel timer. Berlin turned the dial higher. Skin’s moan slipped into a scream, then slid back into the birthday tune like she could still finish it. Sweat streaked down her skin. Her thighs shook. The electro-ass plug pulsed again and her knees buckled, but she stayed upright, eyes glassy, lips trembling around the words. Berlin smiled. The last zap landed just as Skin hit the final note, and she came hard, cunt clenching around the plug, voice breaking into a raw, shaking wail. Berlin’s birthday was sweet, all right—sweet with the taste of Skin’s helpless, electric orgasms.