The first zap hit, and her screams echoed in the playroom, sharp, loud, and helpless.
He waited five seconds.
Click.
The next shock made her back arch — or it would have, if the strap across her spine hadn’t pinned her down. Her muscles spasmed, her breath caught.
“Still feel good, worthless fucktoy?”
“N–no, Sir!” Her tongue couldn’t reach the roof of her mouth to make the consonant sounds, but she thought it was enough he understood her.
He crouched again in front of her, slow and calm, face unreadable. “You fantasized about three cocks inside you. That what gets you off now?”
She sobbed. “Yes, Sir.”
“You imagine Boone in your ass?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. It hurt to try to form words, but shehadto.
“Silas in your mouth?”
Her whole body jolted with the next zap, a shriek ripping from her throat.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes, Sir!”
He tilted his head. “And who was in your cunt?”
She couldn’t answer.
He let the silence stretch.
Click.
It felt like he held it twice as long this time.
“Say it.”
“You, Sir!”
“And did your cunt clench down? Get all wet thinking about being split open by your owners?”
Her shame cracked something inside her. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, I—”
Click.
A long fucking shock that never ended and finally stole her breath, cutting her screams off.
“We control your orgasms. Not you. “He leaned down, his face inches from hers. “You gave us that right. You gave yourself to us. Do you still want to belong to us?”
“Yes, Sir!”
A sob tore out of her.
“Because a fucktoy who comes without permission isn’t worth much.”
He walked behind her to adjust the clamp again, twisting the metal tighter. Her nerves lit up, pain flaring through her entire lower body.
