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My Ling stood up, straddling Harry's belly, took a last look at the wires and connectors attached to Harry's tenderest parts, turned and stepped up on his quivering belly. Her unexpected weight forced the air out of Harry in a grunt and gush of air from his nostrils.
She took a few half steps up his torso and stopped in front of his grotesquely stretched nipples, lifting her foot and placing just her toes under the bar. With a little smile she lifted up a bit on the bar and watched Harry squirm in pain. A little more blood oozed from the pierced nubs, distinguishable from the earlier rivulets by its brighter color.
Harry foamed a little around the ball gag as he bit down on it in response to the sharp pain.
She stepped over the tit stretching bar and stood on his upper chest making it difficult for him to breathe. Her toes with bright red painted toenails rested lightly on his neck; her weight back on her heels. She lowered herself slowly to a crouch and then, balancing herself with her arms behind her, slid her feet down past his chest and along his neck, tickling his jaw and ears with her toes before dropping her feet down on the wooden platform below his head, sliding her dripping wet panty covered cunt along his upper chest and neck before rising up to straddle his face.
Harry looked up at her standing over him and grimaced, knowing the worst was yet to come. My Ling stared down at him, boring a hole in his eyeballs with her own jet black, merciless eyes. They were like a doll's eyes, unmoving black circles, no emotion. Harry felt like a lab specimen, an object, nothing more.
Without glancing away in the slightest, My Ling hooked both thumbs under the waist band of her white panties and slid them down very slowly, showing her teeth through the garishly, bright, red lipstick, without smiling. With great balance, she gracefully lifted her left foot up and slid the panty leg hole past it, replanted her foot and then gracefully repeated the move with her right foot. As the panty came free, it pressed down on Harry's mouth and nose, implanting her musky scent deeply within him.
Her nether lips, cleanly shaven, were bright red, swollen, engorged beyond belief, slick and shiny with her juices. Her pink inner lips were also engorged and bloomed outwards revealing her dark pink dripping hole. A few drops of her cunt juices dripped down on Harry's lips and mixed with the sweat forming in beads under his nose.
Harry felt a pair of hands behind his neck untying the strap holding his ball gag in place as Madison worked the strap free. My Ling pulled the ball out and tossed the gag harness to the floor. She lifted her left foot up slowly and slipped it into the dangling "stirrup" loop. Holding onto the metal rods above the table for balance, she then raised her right foot and slipped it into the other stirrup loop. Releasing her grip on the metal rods, she slowly lowered herself down on his gaping mouth, gripping his hair for support and balance. She felt his hot breath on her wet gash as she planted her nether lips on his open mouth.
Harry didn't know what hit him when the first jolt of electricity tore through his balls and exited though his prostate and out his asshole. He was frozen in place, rigid with overwhelming pain. It was like a molten hot hand suddenly crushed his balls and then punched on through his groin and out his rectum. He didn't react until the juice was stopped moments later, flinging himself up in a convulsion of muscular contractions.
"Hmmmm, don't think he liked that Laura," My Ling said, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. "Better get that tongue moving counselor; that first shot was only half strength."
Harry was still shaking and jerking, the pain still gripping his punished balls and rectum, but he realized that she wasn't bluffing and immediately got to work tonguing her sopping quim.
Dr. Jansen stepped over towards Harry's face and knelt down on the platform, face just inches from his own. She adjusted a couple of dials on her remote, showed him the device and then slowly lowered her lips to his eyes and licked the pool of sweat that had collected in the corners. She loved the taste of fear and, after that first jolt, Harry was practically brimming with flavor. She pressed the button on her remote and watched Harry react.
This one was different. Not unpleasant, it was a totally different sensation than he had ever felt before. After adjusting the frequency, voltage and current, the effect was like a hot, pulsing, prickly, gripping hand, rhythmically squeezing his balls, his dick and the inner reaches of his gut. Dr. Jansen smiled down at him and stood up. My Ling rode his face, eyes clenched in feverish lust as she galloped in pursuit of the big "O." Dr. Jansen added a hand to the action, slowly massaging the girl's nipples, pinching and rolling them between her thumb and forefinger.
"Oh Yes - OH YES! More, . .. MORE! Give me that tongue. Lick it! Lick it harder! Faster! Harder! Faster! Yeeeeeeessssssssss!" My Ling screamed in abandon.
My Ling was riding him hard, groin pressed tightly against his open mouth, knees and thighs pressed against the sides of his head. Dr Jansen cranked up the juice just a hair and watched Harry react, thrusting his hips up, now flailing with a strange combination of pain mixed with pleasure. She increased the frequency, turning the imaginary gripping hand on his dick and balls into a machine like pistoning sensation.
A little more current and it was like turning the heat up, the imaginary hand getting hotter and hotter. More voltage and it was like the imaginary hand grew thousands of needles; the pain stabbed and ripped at his balls as sparks flew from the plates on his conducting gel covered nuts. He was still tonguing her like an automaton, mindlessly sucking and slurping at her rock hard pebble of a clit.
The petite girl gripped his ears and nearly ripped them out of his head as she jammed herself down on him. Her legs started to jerk up and down, curling as she crunched herself down to engulf every inch of his plunging, licking tongue.
She closed her eyes tightly as the heat in her groin built to a fever pitch. Deep in her womb she felt the first small muscular contractions that she knew always triggered an explosive orgasm. Again and again she ground herself into him, smothering him, smearing her juices all over his cheeks.
The first massive contraction hit somewhere near her sensitive cervix and expanded exponentially until it engulfed her entire groin, spreading outward like the surface of a rapidly inflating balloon. She went rigid, legs curled tightly up, torso crunched down, thighs pressed tightly against the sides of his head, experiencing the most intense, melting, erupting orgasm of her life. She threw her head back, opened her mouth wide and suddenly filled the room with a piercing scream of pleasure, "AAAAAAAAiiiiiiieeeeeeEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAiiieeeeeeEE! AHHHHhhhhh! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh!
As soon as Dr. Jansen saw My Ling stiffen, she adjusted the controls to give pure pleasure to her subject, rewarding him in Pavlovian fashion for pleasuring the woman above him. Although it did not trigger an orgasm, an impossibility with the metal probe jammed deeply into his cock and the pressure ring around his shaft, it did induce a warm, vibrating sense of euphoria in the tightly bound man. Dr. Jansen smiled as she knew that, like it or not, Harry would associate this pleasurable feeling with the smell, taste, touch and sight of an orgasming woman.
My Ling continued to pump her legs in bronco busting fashion as she milked every last quivering spasm out of the crashing orgasm, emptying her juices onto his face. Harry struggled to breathe under her crushing, smothering pussy while accepting the warm, pulsating currents of pleasure that coursed through his groin and rectum.
The combination of endorphins and electrical stimulation relaxed his muscles completely. All of the tension in his widely stretched legs disappeared. They hung limply from their thigh and ankle cuffs. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the thick, pungent aroma of the flowing gash pressed down upon his face.
For the first time since becoming aware of his prisoner status, Harry let down his guard, all thoughts of resistence, escape and revenge banished from his feverish mind.
My Ling collapsed over his face, sweat covered torso sliding over his girl cum covered cheeks as she hung limply over him, the only motion coming from her deep breaths. Slowly, she straightened back up, slid her feet out of the stirrup loops, planted her feet firmly on the wooden platform and stood up. The flushed, pinkish red color of her neck and upper chest and the deep red color of her shiny, blood engorged labia were the only remaining visible evidence of her intense experience.
She was business-like again as she toweled herself dry, brushed her hair and slipped her panties back on.
Madison and Shanella were soaked with sweat and juices as they leaned against the table, fingers deeply embedded in each others hot, wet boxes. Madison twirled her thumb around Shanella's engorged clit as the black woman urged her on, squeezing her thighs tightly around the red head's hand to drive it further up.