Shock Treatment: Dusty

Dusty lies on the steel table, wrists strapped, legs spread wide. The electrodes kiss her clit first, then slide inside her cunt, slow and deliberate. A sharp zap hits, and her back arches, muscles locking. The current pulses again, this time lower, slipping between her cheeks, seeking the tight ring of her ass. She grits her teeth. Sweat slides down her ribs. He turns the dial. The next jolt makes her jerk against the leather, a ragged sound tearing from her throat. He waits, watches, then sends it through her again, deeper, harder, until her whole body shakes and her breath comes in short, broken gasps.