Electro Interrogation: Jewell Marceau

Jewell Marceau hates the cattle prod. That much is clear. The current hits and her whole body snaps tight. Another jolt and her throat rips open on a raw scream. The Dominatrix doesn’t slow down. She moves the contacts along Jewell’s ribs, down the inside of her thighs, then back up to press between the cheeks. Jewell jerks forward, but the cuffs hold her in place. The prod crackles again and her anus clenches hard around nothing. Sweat runs into her eyes. Her voice comes out hoarse when she finally spits out the answer. The current keeps humming. Every shock punches straight through her, turning muscle into wire. She shakes, swears, and gives the rest. The Dominatrix only nods once, lowers the prod, and watches Jewell slump in the restraints. The room is quiet except for Jewell’s ragged breathing and the faint buzz that still lingers in the air.