The last four blows were aimed right in the center arch, where her most sensitive flesh was, earning him some juicy wails and extra tears from his slave. Megan strained her throat from screaming so hard and nearly passed out. She had never cried this intensely before in oral her life and honestly didn’t know how she would be able to sustain the upcoming punishment. One thing was for sure: no way in hell was she going to try and escape again, at least not without a guarantee of safety. The two sadists towered over their hysterical captive and admired their work. Master had been too soft on her before, but this was as rough as he could get with his current tools. There was an elaborate dungeon back at home base stocked with every tool you could think of (including a few custom ones of their own design), bondage furniture for misbehaving slaves and some truly medieval devices. If she thought this was bad, he couldn’t wait to see her act up over there. “Where’s the power box?” Master pointed her to his goodie bag and took a seat in the lounge chair while Katelyn readied the masturbation machine for the next round. She wired the pads to the main unit and greased them up with electro adhesive before attaching them strategically to Megan’s body. One on each inner thigh, one on each axillary nerve in the armpit, and the last two went on the injured soles of her feet. “Alright, here we go.” Master said. “Fifty shocks – and since there’s six pads, I guess it’s technically three hundred shocks, but oh well,” they paused to grin at Hairy each other. Katelyn started off by turning the power box to jock its simplest setting, ‘on’, which created a mild buzz that still made Megan groan. The individual shocks came when she suddenly cranked the red dial clockwise and created a surge of electricity, savagely zapping whatever the pads were attached to. Megan’s reddened eyes bulged and she roared into the tape as it felt like her nerves and flesh were being flicked with a hot wire, a reaction so amusing to Katelyn that she ‘surged’ her ten times in a row. The slave writhed about in her bound, fixed position, desperately struggling in a new direction every five seconds. Her screams eventually subsidized into high-pitched whines as the pain level surpassed what she thought possible. “Awwww, does that hurt the little kitten?” Katelyn mocked. “Don’t worry sweetie, only thirty more to go.” She experimented with different time intervals, doing bursts of a dozen surges at once, then letting her rest fifteen seconds in between each one. Megan’s thighs didn’t hurt as much, and tattoo her soles had gone practically numb after the whipping but her armpits, already stretched from the way her arms were tied, were in utter agony. She found her entire body convulsing between shocks, and without even realizing it lost control of her bladder and let a long stream of urine lose all over the upholstery. She also had a wig of shoulder length dark brown wavy hair. Rolling Tess over she took her head into her hands. “Mmm, I could but... In this position, he rubbed my clit every time he thrust into me. He lasted long enough for me to come twice before he pushed up and held himself in me and cried out. "This is General Burks, how can I help you Admiral Adams?" An hour and a bottle of wine later they had completely abandoned the pretense of a bridal shower along with their scantily clothing save for Sapphire and Pleasure Slave 3613-a. They had even done the deed in this very examination room once. I did what I promised I would do. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth hung agape, and the infamous tattoo dominatrix of Alkandra sobbed like a little girl as she pumped ropes of cum all over herself. She again starts moaning and rubbing faster, while watching me jerk off. He had not moved in her since the announcement, and she was glad of that. The sound Hairy of him slurping my dick was nothing sort of amazing. I pulled out the blue oral vibrator. Hold on. At first glance it just looked like any other top, but with more than a quick glance my exposed nipples were clearly visible. “Looking for a new dress for you,” Jonathan said and gave her a playful smirk. I wasn’t wrong and after lunch he restrained me spread-eagle on it facing the sky. Everyone laughed but Bill and Ada, He looked at her and she shrugged. It was like I had taken a drink of red wine without the taste. My dick twitched, eager for more fun. She took a few steps with a lot of assistance, but was mostly out again by the time they reached the top of the escalator to ground level. It took a long time for mom to let me go, every few seconds she would thrust her pussy at my face a couple of times, moaning and gasping. 'What did I say that's keeping you jock day dreaming', she asked warmly. "Yes it was. Luckily the bed was basically new as it was unused even though we bought it some years back, and it did not make any noise as we laid down on it. Then continued to cling to me. I hadn't quite fallen asleep masturbation yet when I heard Julie say, “John, Honey?”