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He turned and set the toy somewhere out of view, then came back with a new dildo in hand. It was somewhat thin, long, and entirely made of metal. The overhead lights reflected across its length, creating a bright dazzling glare that didn’t hide the numerous rows of thin electrodes that ringed the surface of the shaft. They ran from the bottom of the base to the top of the tip. Each individual electrode was very small, but they were clustered so close together that each row looked like a solid stripe, and there was hardly any space between the rows. An electrical cord was already plugged into the back of the flared base. Michael brought out a small tube of lube and squeezed a few thick globs onto the shaft. He went to work spreading an even coat across the metal dildo. “Lena was kind enough to let me borrow this toy,” he told her. A gentle grin graced his face. “She’s a very inventive woman. Surprisingly cruel too, at least when it comes to how she treats her subs. She’s otherwise very kind. I’d like to introduce you to her sometime. I think you two would get along great.” Holly watched her husband angle the tip of the dildo towards her open sex, and her body couldn’t help but clench down as he pushed Hardcore it inside her. The lube and the viscous liquid already dripping from her sex meant amateur Michael hardly had to put any effort into sliding it in. He simply pressed the dildo forward, hardly making a show of the insertion at all, and only stopped when the flared base pressed against her outer lips. Holly had to shudder at how slimy indian and cold it felt inside her. The cool ooze was hard to ignore, though the pleasant thickness and length more than made up for the discomfort. Holly could feel her body responding to the faint stimulation, and a large part of her ached for more. Then Michael came towards her with a tiny remote-control egg vibrator in hand. He pressed it against her clit, then turned it on. He set the vibration very low, so Holly could feel much of anything at all, but teen she didn’t mind that much. The soft buzzing that she could feel was grinding directly against her button, Brunette and the pleasure ever-so-gently spiked when Michael taped the toy into place, testing it briefly to ensure it would remain in place. Holly was practically preening under the deliciously soft stimulation by the time Michael was ready to move on. He turned to the side and went out of sight. Holly tried to fidget, but the vacuum bed did not give her any room to move around. She was being held completely still, unable to move an inch. Even her head was just as thoroughly immobilized. It was the most extreme bondage that she’d ever seen, and the helplessness of her situation did more than a little to stoke the heat within her core. When Michael walked back into view, he came with a small, knowing smile, as well as some kind of control panel. It was somewhat larger than a car battery, and once Michael set it on the floor Holly saw that the metal dildo’s electrical cord was connected to one of the ports that spanned the side of the box. “This is a gift from Lena, a kind of ‘getting to know you’ present. She was nice enough to let me borrow this once I explained that I was looking for something to use on my wife. Let me show you how it all works, okay?” Michael laid a finger on one of the panel’s large red sliders. He ever-so-slowly pushed the small knob up, and Holly felt an unmistakable needle-poke pain appear within her. The electric flow started off low, nothing more than an uncomfortable tingling, but it quickly grew worse, growing into something that resembled a painful full-pussy cramp. Then the pain turned hot and clenching, a deep-penetrating hurt that had Holly’s face twist and her body struggle against her bondage. The slider rose past the halfway point and rippling waves of pain pulsed through her body, piercing her sex and causing her channel to unconsciously clench down on the metal intruder, which only intensified the already considerable pain. Michael continued, utterly pitiless, not slowing for a second, and Holly motionlessly thrashed within the vacuum bed as white-hot electricity viciously ripped through her channel. He saw her lift her upper body up by pushing on the desk. “Your daughter deserves to cum, too. I waved as they drove off and went over to check on Ranger. Deb tried to mumble, "Yes." Next time it will be an even stronger jolt and right between your legs as well. "They must be desperate if they are committing this many ships." A few moments later, she emerged from the tunnel and took her place next to me. We stood together, speechless and in awe, with our arms around each other. Sammi's mind had cleared enough she remembered the wonderful day they had together and the times they had gotten close to having sex and she knew it was what he wanted and she had wanted it too. In the solitude of that moment, I reflected on the morning’s events, feeling a mixture of hope, anxiety, and shame as Hardcore my cock stirred inside its panties. "Get your beautiful ass moving Monica," Nick commanded. “She sits there, and she doesn’t cross her legs” he commanded in the same even tone. I got on to the bed beside him thinking we were going to chat, he had other ideas. Nylon tore. The unicorn studied her for indian a few seconds before giving a snort and lowering teen its head amateur down to Tammy’s level. Her snatch rippled around me, sucking at Brunette my dick. She was a novice at fighting. “Kiss her arse while you are fucking me, I want to watch in the mirrors,” Maria tells him. 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