by M T Stone
“My vagina, sir,” she replied meekly.
“Really? I’ve honestly never heard anyone actually use the word ‘vagina.’”
“That’s what it’s called, sir.” She replied, not understanding my question.
“I want to know what you call it.” I continued to tease her with the tips of the prod.
“My va-jay-jay, I guess,” she embarrassingly admitted.
“Really... that’s rather childish. Do you know what it really is?”
“A vagina?” she asked once again.
“No, Sapphire taught me that it’s a ‘cunt.’” I replied, replacing the cattle prod with my gloved fingers. “She told me that a cunt is the most powerful thing in the world. People have died for it. Wars have been fought over it, and every young man obsesses over how to get into it.” I slid two fingers inside of her and was met with an excited flow of juices.
“I just don’t like that word, sir,” she muttered.
“I can’t imagine why any woman would… other than Sapphire. Besides, yours is way to pretty to be called such an ugly name, so we will call it your ‘pussy’ from now on.”
“Thank you, sir,” she muttered.
“What is this?” I asked in a very stern tone.
“My pussy, sir!” she yelled back at me.
“That’s better. You are my dirty little whore and this is your beautiful, powerful pussy. You got it?”
“Yes, sir,” she muttered once again.
I dropped the prongs to the top of her right foot and discharged the cattle prod because once again she was mumbling.
“Ouch, fuck!” she screamed in pain. Taking one on the top of the foot hurts like hell.
“You just swore again,” I replied, zapping her left foot as soon as the coil had recharged.
“I’m sorry, sir. Thank you, sir!”
“That’s better. Now, can I cut off your new shoes, or do you want me to keep zapping your feet?”
“Cut off my shoes, please,” she begged.
I gave her one last zap on the same spot on her right foot. “That’s for not saying ‘sir.’”
“Thank you, sir,” she cried out. Tears trickled down both of her cheeks, completing a perfect opening scene.
Originally, I had intended to tease her with the cattle prod for most of the session before hitting her with it. Instead, I turned the intensity down as low as it would go and got it out of the way. A cattle prod on the highest setting has the same punch as a Taser. The lowest setting is still scary and stings like hell, but it’s completely harmless.
Raven
Everything I had read online had told me that the worst thing of all was the cattle prod. It hurt like hell, but now it’s over! I was so thrilled inside. Whatever happens the rest of the session will most likely be a piece of cake compared to that. Or so I thought…
Gunner looked up at me after cutting the straps of my left shoe.
“Thank you, sir.” You bastard!
After cutting the straps of the second shoe, he stood up in front of me. “That copper pipe that you are standing on has an electrical charge running through it,” he said, giving me his cocky smile.
“Thank you, sir,” I replied, not knowing what else to say.
“When your bare feet touch it, you will get a sudden jolt of electricity,” he said, picking up the cattle prod once again. “But if you stand still on it, all you will feel is a mild tingling sensation. So you want to stand very still once your shoes are off. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Fearful thoughts flooded my mind and my heart once again began pounding in my chest.
“I want you to kick off your left shoe,” he said, touching my left ankle with the tip of the prod.
I knew he would shock me if I didn’t comply, but the thought of kicking my shoe off and being shocked by the copper pipe seemed just as menacing.
“Trust me, you don’t want me to zap you on the anklebone with this,” he hissed. “That hurts like a son of a bitch.”
I lifted my foot slightly and kicked off the shoe. Then I stood there balancing on my right foot, not letting the bare one touch the pipe.
“Very good, Raven. I knew you were a talented,” he teased, moving the cattle prod to my other ankle. “Now kick off your other shoe.”
I’ll just hold both feet off the pipe and hang from the ropes. In a second of bravado, I raised my foot and kicked off the right shoe, holding both feet in the air. Instantly I felt both ropes biting into my wrists, but there was no way I was going to let my feet touch the pipe.
“You are quite a fighter. I like that,” he remarked as he walked over to his table to exchange the cattle prod for what looked like the magic wand.
“Since you enjoyed the magic wand so much, I want to see how you feel about the electrified version,” he taunted as he plugged it in behind me. “It’s called the Electro-vibe.”
Fuck, the magic wand is wild enough. This isn’t going to be good. He brought it around in front of me and began playing with the settings.
“First, we turn on the vibrator, just like the other one.” He clicked it on and ran it along my lips and clit. “Then we use this other knob to set the voltage.” It gave out a snapping sound as he turned the dial.
“Please go easy, sir,” I said as the device distracted me to the point where I allowed my feet to touch the pipe. “OUCH!” I yelled, as both feet received a shock that pulsed all the way to the top of my legs.
“You can’t hang there forever.” He smiled. “Just stand still and it won’t bother you much.”
“Yes, sir.” The strange electrical current running through the soles of my feet actually tickled more than it hurt, for the moment at least.
“Oh fuck, sir!” I yelled out when he first touched my clit with that evil thing. After the initial shock, it felt very similar to the magic wand but a little more intense.
“See, this feels good, doesn’t it?” He laughed, moving it back and forth over my clit.
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Damn that’s intense.
“There is one more feature that I want to show you,” he said, looking up at me with a glimmer in his eyes. “If I press this little button with my finger, it’s just like the zapper.”
He was right over my clit when he pressed the button. Getting shocked in that tender spot sent me straight up in the air. Needless to say, I was greeted with an additional jolt of electricity to each foot. I don’t even recall the series of words that spewed from my mouth, but I’m quite sure they were colorful.
Gunner
Raven’s performance was absolutely flawless. When I gave her clit a small zap, she literally leapt off the pipe, zapping both of her feet in the process. ‘God damn,’ ‘holy fuck,’ and ‘shit,’ were just a few of the words that rolled off her tongue as a result of the first good series of shocks. Now it’s time to bring a heavy dose of pleasure into the mix.
“Look straight into my eyes,” I commanded her as I placed the Electro-vibe back on her swollen clit. “I want to see your expressions.”
“Yes… sir,” she struggled to respond.
I pushed the Electro-vibe hard against her and turned the intensity up to the fourth notch. She gave out a huge moan as I moved it up and down along her drenched lips. “Do you like this?”
“Yes… sir,” she replied in staggered breaths.
I reached down with my gloved hand and picked up an electrified dildo called “The Rocket.” I continued to hold the Electro-vibe directly against her clit while inserting The Rocket. She instantly began to squirm.
“Ouch, fuck! Goddamn, fuck, ouch!!” she squealed in chorus with a series of pops and snaps caused by her inability to stand still.
I got down on one knee and turned up The Rocket, while simultaneously turning the Electro-vibe to the highest setting. Another series of snaps and pops were unleashed as the current from the rocket stimulated her G-spot, while I continued to make pass after pass over her sensitive clit.
“Oh fuck, oh fuc
k,” gradually became a series of undistinguishable primal noises that normally occur when someone is completely lost in a state of sexual overload.
Raven
Holy shit, holy fuck, holy fucking shit… were the phrases that kept blasting through my mind as Gunner pulled out all the stops. I was completely lost in the sensations that came from being shocked and stimulated from every possible angle below my waistline. He was holding the vibrator tight against me and if I tried to pull back, I got shocked on the clit as well as on both feet. If that weren’t enough, now there was electricity inside of me. For a moment, I felt completely trapped and totally helpless. I could feel saliva pooling behind my lips as I struggled to maintain consciousness.
After reaching some sort of breaking point, something in my brain fired and I flashed back to my ultimate goal. I began to embrace the intense pleasure that he was generating below and tried to ride the waves of pleasure and pain that were streaking up through the core of my body.
“Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir.” I began to chant as I regained control of my vocal chords.
Gunner sensed that I was taking back control, so he began to move the electric dildo in and out against my little nub. Once again, I embraced the sensations that followed and actually began to anticipate the explosion that was building within me. I had become completely intrigued by what was happening to me physically. I suddenly wanted to see if there were any limits to the amount of pleasure that I could handle. I’m in control Gunner, not you. I had the desire to taunt him once again.
“Thank you, sir… Thank you, sir…” I struggled to complete that simple phrase as every fiber of my being was entering a state of complete and utter rapture. It was even more intense than previous sessions, but to my surprise, I could handle it.
I focused on my feet and began to move them just slightly. The electrical sensation against the balls of my feet was every bit as pleasurable as what he was doing to my clit and G-spot. I think I’ve found the ultimate triangle, the sexual Holy Grail. Just as I began to enjoy exploring a completely new plane of existence, my physical body reached a point where it literally could take no more.
“Oh my God!” I heard Gunner exclaim as a release occurred that shook my over-taxed, overly sensitized body to the very epicenter of my existence.
For me, the release was so dramatic and the experience so moving, that I instantly burst into tears. The tears quickly turned to laughter, however, as Gunner stood up. He was literally dripping from his chin to his waistline.
“That was amazing!” he said with wide-eyes and a huge grin.
He glanced over at the monitor and then whispered, “We did it!”
I closed my eyes and savored the moment while Gunner wrapped up the scene for the camera. For me, it was another mental victory. I squashed a major source of fear today.
“That’s a wrap.” I heard Carter’s voice heading in our direction.
Here he comes to spoil the mood. It seemed as if he always had to take a jab at me after each scene. As if these scenes aren’t torturous enough. At least this time I was mentally prepared for whatever he had to say.
“Wouldn’t it have been easier to play ball ten years ago?” he asked, placing his clammy hand on my right hip.
I opened my eyes and looked directly at him. “How would you like it if my father had fucked Suzanne three days after her nineteenth birthday?”
He got a strange look in his eyes and his top lip began to quiver. “I would never let that happen,” he asserted before breaking eye contact. “You need to get tested before the next shoot,” he added, before tossing aside his mask and making a beeline toward the exit.
There is something strange between him and Suzanne. I closed my eyes and immediately went back to enjoying the incredible state of bliss.
“Sorry about that,” Gunner said upon his return. “I had to wipe off a bit. Let me get you down.”
“I was just enjoying the stretch. It’s not too bad once you get used to it.” I smiled.
“You were amazing, Raven,” he gushed. “I’m so proud of you.”
Chapter 22
Gunner
I was utterly amazed by how well Raven had handled everything that I put her through. My initial assessment of her inner strength was definitely turning out to be true. She had conquered a fear that she had carried with her for over twenty years. Amazing.
“Sorry about your clothes.” I picked up what remained of them and carried them back to the dressing room with us.
“Where’s Amber?” she asked, probably hoping she could borrow something to wear.
“She used her safe word, so she went home early,” Blade interjected flatly.
“You always get too aggressive with newbies,” I admonished him. It wasn’t the first time that it had happened.
“We had a good talk afterward. She’ll be back,” he said confidently.
“So she’s okay?” Raven confirmed.
“Yeah, she’s fine.”
“Let’s find you something to put on, and I have a couple of other things for you too.” I led her back to my locker. “This is for the clothes and this is for last week.”
Raven
As if all of the endorphins coursing through my system weren’t enough, Gunner handed me five hundred dollars in cash for the clothes he had ruined, and a check for sixty seven thousand dollars and change. I doubled my money on those clothes, was the first thought that flashed through my mind. Then the huge check began to sink in.
“I really am a dirty whore!” I exclaimed as I stared at the check.
“What?” he gasped, shocked by my admission.
“I just realized that I’m a dirty whore,” I repeated. “I enjoyed that whole scene immensely and I actually got off on the fact that people were watching me.”
“That’s pretty normal,” Gunner assured. “Most of us are exhibitionists at heart.”
“I’m grateful for my pussy, too.” I smiled. “I actually despised it for years, but you have made me appreciate it immensely.”
“You despised your pussy or the fact that you were a woman?”
“Both. Guys and penises both have a much easier time in this world.”
Gunner laughed and threw me one of his white, long sleeved shirts. “This is the best I can do for now. Maybe I can ask Sapphire if she will loan you something.”
“No, that’s fine. I’m going straight home. I’ll sneak in the back door.” If I took the back stairs, there was little chance that anyone would ever see me.
“I also have a nice bottle of wine,” he added. “I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”
“So you think tonight qualifies?”
“Definitely. After tonight, I have little doubt that you and I are both going to achieve our goals.” He kept staring at me with a warm smile as he uncorked the wine.
I thought about what it would be like if things were actually real between us. Maybe I should throw caution to the wind and just go for it. Ok, that’s definitely the hormones talking.
As we walked back to the dressing area, it appeared as if everyone else had already departed. There was nothing but silence in the air. That and the musky smell of Gunner’s cologne mixed with a little sweat and pheromones.
“To a very successful future,” Gunner said, holding his glass in the air.
“Cheers!” I took a small sip, which led to a few gulps that nearly emptied the glass.
“You obviously needed that.” He laughed, giving me an instant refill.
“You have no idea.” I took several more gulps from the second glass.
Gunner
As Raven and I sat there drinking wine, it seemed as if we were two normal people instead of a couple of sex objects in front of the cameras. I already knew that she had a great personality, but the more time we spent together, the more I liked her. It often seemed as if I was talking to one of the guys. I really like that.
“What the hell was Carter mumbling about right before he left?” she ask
ed suddenly.
“I saw he was talking to you, but I didn’t catch what he said.”
“It was something about being tested before the next shoot.”
“Oh… It’s not a big deal,” I assured her. “You should’ve been tested right away, but since you’re not in the industry I talked Carter into letting it slide.”
“Is it an STD test or something?”
