The whacking noises of polypropylene-on-skin were music to her captors’ ears, as were her cries. They loved watching her pull on her ropes in vain and trash her head about, knowing damn well that she wasn’t going to budge an inch. Towards the end, Master took more time in between lashes in order to drag the beating out for as long as possible. 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 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 public 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 asian 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 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 teen paused to grin at each other. Katelyn started off by turning the power box to 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 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. “Holy shit, check it out.” Katelyn said to Master, pointing at her crotch. “Tsk tsk tsk,” He clicked, “that’s another no-no, kitten. We’ll have to improvise something later.” Megan now felt humiliated and filthy on top of tortured. What was her punishment for this japan going japanese to be? The extreme charge of electricity brought her back to the present and she resumed shrieking and struggling, too frantic from terror to even notice that the surges were longer this time. Shock number fifty came right as she was getting light-headed and on the verge of fainting, and she had never been more relieved to be finished with something, nor had her body ever taken this much abuse. Between this and her vibrator, it was clear that these slavers were the experts of bringing people to the edge and pulling them back before they were pushed over. Katelyn smirked as she peeled the pads off, while the traumatized slave girl sat there limp and looked off into the corner with a thousand yard stare. “I’d say that worked.” She chimed. “Indeed.” Master said. “Too bad she ruined the ottoman.” A small quirky smile was again on her face. Kendra told him she had been waiting for him to fuck her for days. "Not a good idea. "THAT'S IT, SLAP MY TITS AS MUCH AS YOU WANT, YOU BASTARD!!" she hissed as she rapidly shook her rack, whiplashing her breasts back and forth. Again she didn't make me cum teen but when I was close she public tightened her grip and pulled pretty hard. She resolved that there would be no awkward chit chat as she again recovered her chest with the straps of her dress and tied a more secure knot. But this strange feeling he had inside him, the corruption was affecting him too. “I guess that rule number 2 will have to be that you sit on a towel every time that you are sitting on japanese any kind of fabric.” Jack said when I got up telling them asian that I had to go to the bathroom. Both his hands were now on my rump. Perhaps japan all of this will help to maximize her potentials. Sue--------Oh, I think that it was always there. I was already sporting a tent in my boxers, but this stranger didn’t seem to care, or even realize what it was. You're an extraordinary woman, and I find you to be incredibly attractive and sexy. Satisfaction. Stand up.” She stands next to me, angling my phone so she can see the group conversation posted to Teamwork: Then she kissed her. I awoke at 8 am the next morning. 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