Wenona Broken By Electrosex

Wenona's back in the chair again—straps biting into her wrists, an ass hook lodged deep, metal teeth clamped to her nipples. Current hums through conductive bands around her thighs and jumps straight into the arches of her feet. She begged Isis Love to use her like this, to ruin her with electricity and then finish the job with a strap-on. Her mind still wants it, but her body isn't buying the story. Isis flips the switch anyway. Wenona bucks, sucks air through her teeth, eyes wide. The current keeps finding fresh nerves. Isis greases the rubber cock, lines it up, and sinks it into Wenona's soaked cunt while the shocks keep coming. One moment she's straining to take it; the next she shudders hard and shakes her head. Too much. Isis pulls out, flips her onto her back, tries the slow missionary grind she knows Wenona usually melts for. The current snaps again and Wenona jerks away, breath ragged. She can't take another volt, can't keep the rhythm. Isis reads the tremble, kills the box, and eases the cock free. Scene ends on the sound of Wenona's shaky exhale and the quiet click of restraints loosening. She asked for destruction; today her nerves said no.