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Kafka whipped around, incensed that she would cry out that way…”I’ll do anything I want to you, slut. You have no choice but to suffer.” He spoke without malice, but coldly tendered his words so that they cut through her like the blade of a knife through butter.
She could feel the panic at her throat as one of her silent attendants placed electrodes on her nipples. Her legs were then spread wider than was comfortable in order to have access to her cunt where another pair of electrodes were attached to her labia. Her labia where then pulled wide apart with clamps, and her pussy was anchored open with chains from those clamps tied off at the sides of the chair. Her hands had already been handcuffed behind her, which thrust her chest forward as her back arched awkwardly.
Tears streamed from her eyes as a small probe was inserted into her pussy, and she gasped aloud when she felt another probe worked into her anus. “You can’t do this! You’ll kill me!”
“Oh, my poor slut,” Kafka mocked her, “killing you is the last thing we want to do. Don’t be such a baby. You might actually discover that a little electrical stimulation just sends you over that sweet edge of bliss you masochists love so much.”
“No! That will never happen!”
Kafka’s eyes narrowed in anger with this last cry, “Don’t make me have to gag you.”
Laney hated gags, so she clamped her mouth shut tight. Meanwhile, her body and soul made every effort to climb down the ladder of submission to that deeply longed for place of complete surrender. Before she was even halfway there, however, she felt a sudden snap of electric current make her entire body jerk and rise inches off the chair. The sensation disappeared as quickly, but left her with a tingling sensation that penetrated her entire body. Another longer zap of energy rifled through her system and then was gone.” She shrieked weakly. “In the seconds that followed, she tried to understand what she was feeling, then through bleary eyes she watched as Kafka gave the signal for another shot of electricity.
As her entire body sizzled, her head fell back and she cried out, “Gooooodddddd, nooooooooooo!” until the machine turned off and the ferocious sensation diminished. Her nipples, her labia, her clit and cunt and ass all burned and glowed and came alive in a way she’d never felt before. She squirmed involuntarily in the chair, her eyes half-closed in delirious wonder.
“Ivana!” Kafka called out. The blonde moved to the man’s side. “Check her cunt. If she juices from our efforts then I think we should continue. If not, then we’ll have to try another means of torture.”
Ivana knelt at Laney’s side, reaching deep into Laney’s snatch where she worked a finger alongside the probe.
The woman pulled her finger out, smiling. “Ja, Kafka, very wet.”
“Good. Good. Now that we have her attention…” Ivana melted into the background while the handsome brute moved back in close to his captive. “Tell us, what is it you’re here to do with your Marquis?”
Laney shook her head.
“Speak!”
“I don’t know.”
He slapped her face. “But you do know, tell me.”
“But I don’t!” she cried, desperately.
He nodded to the man behind the controls. “Just her nipples… but twice the voltage.”
The sudden shock to her nipples made her screech again and the pain went on and on—three, four, five, maybe ten seconds before it finally let up, leaving her breathless and panting.
“What is it the Marquis wants with you? Why come all this way? Tell me, bitch!”
“I don’t know what he wants, I swear.”
“You lie!”
“No, no, I don’t lie.”
“Something on his island, perhaps?”
How did he know so much? “No, no, I found nothing there.” She shook her head.
“And I say you lie!” He motioned to the operator again, this time saying, “Her cunt and labia.”
As much as she tried to anticipate the shock, the sudden, forceful stimulation took control, so that she was jerking involuntarily without any means of controlling her response. Her crotch convulsed with pain and a sexual arousal so deep and so large that she could not deny what effect the torture was having on her mind, her emotions, and her spirit.
“Please, please no more!”
Kafka laughed. “No more? Why? When you’re loving it so.”
“I’m not loving it. Please!”
