Little Vixen can't take her eyes off the cattle prod. This is partly because it scares the shit out of her and partly because it makes her drip wondering what it would like to be, well, prodded.
"We shall see soon how much you really like pain, Fuck Bunny." Seth says, "But first, lets get rid of these nipple clamps."
Seth tugs simultaneously on the weights attached to the nipple clamps. Her nipples stretch and the pain shoots down her spine. She gasps with pain and relief when, eventually, the force becomes too strong, and the nipple clamps slide from her stretched nipples.
"Fuck, that hurts."
The blood circulation restoring to her nipples causes another wave of pain. She bites her lip and breathes through the pain.
Quick as a flash, Seth zaps her nipples in quick succession with the electric cattle prod. It makes a loud buzzing sound as it sends painful sparks to her already tormented nipples.
Little Vixen squeals. The prod was so unexpected and sudden. The sting of the electric current is more painful than anything she has felt before. Certainly, it is more than the pain from a crop or a pinch to the nipples.
It is short-lived pain though. What it punches in intensity, it lacks in longevity.
But it is the punch that makes it so terrifying.
"I am bored with the 'yes' or 'no' game." Seth says, "From now on, you may answer any questions as you like but, the pleasure or pain reward stays in place."
"It was a stupid game, Sir."
Seth zaps the prod on her buttocks, quick, quick, quick, quick.
Holy shit.
The spark of electricity to her flesh may not last long, but it makes her jump, with a rattling of chains.
"Oh, was it now? Shall, I?"
Seth holds the prod between her spread-eagled legs. She looks down at the weights still dangling from the clamps on her now engorged pussy lips.
Oh God. She is terrified at the idea of the electric prod anywhere near her pussy but, and perhaps this should be a topic at her next therapy session, inexplicably drawn to it. What would it feel like?
She knows its up to her what happens next. The hovering prod between her legs both a challenge and an out. She could simply use her safe word.
But she can't. She knows in that moment that what she desired more than an orgasm, is to feel the electric shock from the prod on her pussy.
"Sir, I am, frankly, disappointed that you have to ask my permission to proceed."
Fuck, did she just say that?
Her heart fights in her chest, as if it wants to break free. Her pulse is visible in her veins. Sweat drips from her brow. Every sensor in her body is in freak out zone. How would it feel? Painful as fuck, for sure ... but how would it feel if she never felt the jolt of painful joy between her legs? She knows. She would regret it for life.
"In that case ..."
Seth puts the prod down.
"Its time to get real. You want to be a little thankless brat? That's ok by me."
Is he for real, what the fuck. Why didn't he just zap her between her legs?
She sticks her tongue out.
"Whatever you can give, I can take, .... ... ... ... Sir, and frankly, what you have given thus far was merely mildly entertaining."
It is in this moment that she realises profoundness. In all the years she has been searching for that someone who understands her, who she can trust not to go bat shit crazy on her, who is an intellectual equal ... her search has ended.
It is also at this moment that Seth comes to a similar realisation. In all the years he has searched for the perfect companion, a muse to his imagination, he knows, at this precise moment that he has found it. And her name is Little Vixen.
"You comfortable Fuck Bunny? The chains not to tight, I hope. I'd hate for you to suffer any discomfort."
"I might as well be suntanning on the beach, Sir."
She rattles her arms and legs, which results in a clamour of chains. The chains tied to her ankles are especially noisy, as they bounce and clang on the cement floor.
Seth shakes his head and snorts.
"Really? Are you going to be this juvenile when all I have offered you is comfort and safety?"
"I despise comfort and safety, Sir. It is what churches are for. If I am not mistaken, this is not a church but a dungeon. I crave Hades, not Gabriel, Sir."
Her pussy gets super wet, if that is even possible given how wet it already is, at saying that. It's laying down the gauntlet. It is ... well, ... in so many words ... asking for it. She consoles herself by the fact that she hasn't begged ... yet. She hopes Seth makes her beg at some point. That would really turn on the waterworks.
"Why dream of white picket fences and roses if you can dream of metal cages and thorns, Sir?"
Zap, zap, zap.
"Ow, ow oooow."
She recoils involuntarily as the sparks from the prod hits her let, then her right nipple and then, unexpectedly, right above her clit.
Fuck, how fast and sudden and sore and utterly delicious that was.
"We shall see, Fuck Bunny, we shall see. I think the first thing that we have rectify is your bratty attitude and your talkativeness."
Seth consults his duffel bag again and approaches her with a metal contraption.
"Especially your incessant yapping."
She knows what the metal contraption swinging from his fingers is. It makes her stomach flutter. How does he know about all the things that she has only dreamt about until now?
The metal contraption is a mouth brace. An O-ring attached to a leather belt-like strap.
"Open up."
She opens her mouth as wide as she can.
Seth inserts the ring and fastens the clasp behind her neck, holding the ring firmly in place, her mouth agape.
Instantly, her mouth fills with saliva. It strikes her as odd that, mouth wide open and her tongue quickly feeling dry, the back of her throat is awash with saliva.
She is still adjusting to the ring in her mouth and momentarily distracted from her surroundings at the thought of Seth's hard cock shoving inside her helpless mouth, when she is brought back to reality with a jolt.
A painful and literally electric jolt.
