Scaring the Fuck Out of Alani Pi, Day 2

Fear makes pussies wet. Proof comes quick. I shove a cattle prod right at her face and jam my thumb up her cunt. The jolt of electricity scares the piss out of her. She shakes, I get harder, the whole thing feeds itself. Perfect loop. I want her thighs to catch fire on their own. She has to earn every mark, so I strap her to the dick stand and let the machine beat her pretty legs raw. Lesson one: the slave does the work. She feels it sink into her muscles like a brand. Choking her on cock next. I make her talk filthy while her mouth is stuffed. Her face warps around the fat shaft, lips stretched wide, the sweet girl gone, nothing left but a drooling slut. The fat dick in her swollen pink cunt looks fine sliding in and out, but it looks even better when she’s hating every inch. When her will slips, Mr. Zapper kisses her skin and reminds her to stay present. By the time I buckle her to the dog-fuck bench she’s already half-broken. I lean in close and tell her the truth: that tight little asshole either opens for every inch or the cattle prod decides for her. Her eyes go wide and her whole body locks. Delicious.