An intense shock shook all of Marcella’s japanese body. She screamed loudly and could smell the odor of urine as her bladder emptied through a slot in the chastity belt. If the anal plug had not been held in place by the belt, she might have expelled it. “That’s setting five,” the cat woman said grimly. “The dials go to fifteen.” She then stepped directly in front of Marcella and looked down into her eyes. “Once the auto programming starts the only thing that will stop it is for you to give me the codes and protocols I need to access the PLATO... or you die.” “Do you want to steal him or kill him?” Marcella asked asian bitterly, trying not to show the fear and despair that she felt. “Steal was the primary plan,” the cat woman said calmly. “I’m the backup plan... a programming virus to cause overheating in the nutrient tank. The living neural network will be dead before anyone can figure out what is happening.” The woman then pressed several buttons on the control teen panel and stepped back in front of Marcella. Grabbing a nipple in each hand she said with a leer, “You don’t know how much it increases my pleasure to have physical contact while this happens.” She twisted both nipples slightly and added, “I also like to think that I can add just that amateur right amount of pain to break you.” In the silence before the programming on the control panel kicked in, Marcella thought she could hear a slight humming. “Is the vibrator in your cunt or your ass?” she asked defiantly. The cat woman squeezed and twisted both nipples until Marcella began to whimper. Then the cat woman said sarcastically, “Both... it adds to the pleasure of watching you suffer.” That’s when the first wave of the shocks began. Marcella was somewhat expecting it and tried to go into the pain like they said on some of the web sites. It definitely didn’t turn things into pleasure, but it did seem to make it easier to endure. She expected the shocks to be worse for the second cycle, but they felt the same. The third cycle felt the same also. Once or twice, she was almost able to get ahead of the pain, but the cat woman would evidently sense what she was doing and suddenly twist or squeeze. The pain from her nipples was unanticipated and caused her efforts to go into the pain to collapse. It was on the sixth cycle that the shocks increased. “God!” Marcella thought, “It does five cycles Big Boobs at each level. That means there will be seventy-five cycles– if I live that long.” The shocks increased again on the eleventh cycle. Marcella was now yelping and whimpering with each shock. The cat woman would randomly pinch or twist her nipples and say, “This all can stop if you just give me the access codes and protocols.” In response Marcella would only whimper. There wasn’t anything she could tell this woman. There was no access code. There were no protocols. Only the ATO research center was connected to the internet. PLATO’s neural network and all his auxiliary functions were isolated from the outside world unless he connected from his end. And she and Richard were not online with the control center when Loretta attempted to steal brain cells. Even if she told this woman the truth and said that Plato appeared in their bedroom asking for help, would she ever believe her? Just as the twelfth cycle began, all of the lights went out and the shocks stopped. The cat woman yelled “Shit!” very loudly. When I went to get our second drink I had to queue for a few minutes. But Barb pulled away, and said she was sorry. “I know when you’re okay, and I know when you’re not okay.” He took a slurp from his noodles. “Morocco” Brandon parroted. Thankfully Ben let me drift off to sleep. He eased forward more and...yes!...the head of his “sword” was sheathed beyond that ring. His dick now slides into my butt hole without any obstruction. I leaned forward, fisting my dick so hard and fast. She is turning blue.” Tawny saw what I did and had Mike do the same with her. “Yes, well, I am sorry Tina. You got until I count down from three before I end you."“Three!” Mister O started counting, “Come on, Carl, where's the girl?” "Take it or leave it," I say, opening my front door and proceed inside, she follows. But she knew it wasn’t over. Please,” I said, a slave to the sensation. She said there were many nights forward of us and we needed one asian night to recover before we were available for hire again. Pornography as a Tool I will tell Mr Wang what we will be doing so don’t worry about him. I shook my head to wrench my gaze from the angels. “No, she didn’t fucking forgive me. Things were bad between us. The bartender called a cab for us.” I knew he was right, so we could pick up the car tomorrow. When we got teen back to my dorm room that night Ethan told me to be careful, he wanted the paint to be intact for the Sunday’s outing. “Doesn’t sound like it.” I pointed out. Ben was relaxing in the privacy of his bedroom next to hers. But instead he had to cover his rising erection. She leapt up from the floor and sat down on my lap facing me; her bare cunt straddling my legs. Her grey eyes japanese looked like sparkling blue pools in the dim flickering candle light. Tracer watched as with a burst of air Widowmakers grappling hook blasted out and up, catching her weight and beginning amateur to swing her forward and up as it reeled her in, but, determined not to lose the opportunity, she blinked forward, feeling the world shift around her as she appeared Big Boobs out over the alley, her pulse pistols shifting back with a practiced flick of her wrists into her arm holsters as, arms outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs. Now, fuck me, already.”