Don't worry, it's just a little electricity!

Jandi Lin hates electricity. She’ll take every rope bite, every clamp, every slap, but that sharp little current? It scares the piss out of her. She shows up shaking, gagged, wrists cinched behind her, ankles strapped wide. The platform under her cunt buzzes on low, just enough to keep her hips twitching. Claire runs a charged Wartenberg wheel down her inner thigh. Tiny metal teeth spark and pop against skin already slick with sweat. Jandi’s eyes go wide; drool spills around the gag. Claire rolls the wheel higher, circles a nipple, then presses it to her clit. Jandi jerks, a choked scream, thighs trembling. Claire doesn’t stop. She turns the box up and drops the wheel again, tracing wet, stuttering lines while Jandi fights the straps. The plate beneath her cunt kicks harder. Every pulse drags another desperate grind out of her hips, clit mashed to metal. Claire rips the gag out, shoves fingers in Jandi’s mouth, then yanks an orgasm straight through her. Jandi shakes, but the fear slips. Claire feeds the next climax in with the wheel pressed tight to her asshole, current jumping straight into that tight ring. Another orgasm slams through her, and another, until the electricity doesn’t feel like terror anymore—just another way to get split open and used.