Instead he brought out the wires.
Shock box! No. Wasn’t it supposed to be the f**k machine? That’s what they had brought out first. But then I realized it was just a distraction to keep me calm while Hayden snuck in the real torture device.
Really conscious now, bordering on hyper reality. “No. No no no.” Frantic. Back off. Get away. I tried to do the crab crawl, spreader bar be damned.
From behind purple gloved hands cupped my breasts, squeezed my n*****s. I couldn’t help but moan in painful delight.
“Forget it, honey,” Eleanor said. “You started this, now finish.”
I leaned against her breasts and Eleanor’s arms wrapped me in an unforgiving hug, stopped any desperate thrashings while Hayden teased, stroked, and licked my p***y lips. And they responded, ripe and wet. All business now
