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Chapter 17: Third day of crucifixion - impregnation

(Part 2 of 2)

The doctor left half an hour later, when the crowd started to appear on the field. There were not nearly as many people here as before, but some really wanted to see how things were going to end and so they installed themselves with blankets on the field in front of the cross.

Alisa watched them from her position on the cross, but she could hardly see them because of the tears in her eyes. She was weeping almost continuously and groaning regularly when her lower muscles squeezed in contractions. The doctor had put the metal egg that was used on her a number of times before, inside her rectum, with a chain leading to her clitoris, which was painfully pinched by a sharp clamp. The egg sent a strong electrical shock through her rectum, her vagina and also her clitoris, making her clench hard on the bulbous pump inside her vagina, even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. It happened only once every ten seconds or so. Each time she was forced to squeeze because of the shocking system, she felt a drop of cold liquid flow into her mouth. She also felt a coldness spreading into her lower abdomen. She writhed in agony and horror.

Nobody could really see which torture she was enduring. They did see the rubber tubes leading to her vagina and mouth, but not what they were for. They mostly noticed how Alisa was moving on the cross, a slow dance of lifting herself and lowering her aching body. Her legs trembled, her hands clenched weakly, she was crying, her body was covered in sweat and her wrists and feet were bleeding again. Some noticed how her lower body was sometimes jerking slightly, when a contraction was stronger. Her groans were also noticed.

The cruel doctor had not left her without any supporting measures to help her get through this. He had given her two injections, one as a pick-me-up, like he called it, to boost her energy levels. The second one enhanced her arousal. Alisa fought against this rising arousal with everything she had. Her dance was not only to help her breathe, it was also to hurt herself and fight against the lust her lower body was receiving from her squeezing muscles every few seconds. Sometimes she felt a wave of lust run through her entire lower body and she had to close her eyes and pull at her own wrists to counter the effect by torturing herself.

As she was struggling on the cross, the camera crew returned to the field and started filming the agony she was displaying. They filmed her in close up, images of her facial expressions, which mainly showed despair and agony. Sometimes she looked into the camera with a pleading expression and a desperate groan. The mouth gag made it impossible to speak. Liquid that escaped from between her lips ran down her chin and dripped on her quivering breasts. The camera caught that in close up as well.

Charles and William were brought to the field, both wearing a ragged jumpsuit that used to be orange, but was now pale brown and showing lots of stains of dried blood. They were cuffed but their stumbling made it clear there was nothing left of them to act or try to escape. They were pushed to the ground in front of the cross, not far in front of Alisa. From there they could observe her struggles from nearby. William looked at her struggling body. Charles slumped down and looked to the ground instead.

After an hour of struggling and fighting, Alisa finally felt how the forced excitement started to overwhelm her. Even in between the electrical shocks of her lower body, her muscles started contracting and her hips jerked as she changed from fighting against the arousal she was experiencing, to the struggle to get off without being able to masturbate. Her whimpers and cries grew more desperate and changed tone. Sometimes she grunted very low, almost like a low guttural growl. Then she whimpered in a high-pitched voice. Her body went up and down the cross, her legs trembling, her hips jerking and her muscles spasming. Then, suddenly, it was there. The release was violent and pure horror. As Alisa experienced the convulsions of her forced orgasm, her mouth was filled with chilled sperm from the bottle and she sensed how she sucked in a lot of the spunk with her vagina. She felt cramps in her lower body but the convulsions kept going, hard and violent, while she grunted and growled and almost choked on the semen she had to swallow.

The orgasm finally slowed down and she slumped into a hanging position again, her wrists and feet bleeding from the hard jerking motions she had made. She was panting for air, drawing in deep breaths through her nose, while she felt the egg in her rectum holding still. She knew it would resume shocking her and she dreaded that. When it happened she gave a low grunt and started to lift herself up on the cross again, but she could already sense how she had become so sensitive, she would not be able to hold off another orgasm for long.

Mahdi and the executioner showed up on the field. Alisa watched them with dread as they positioned themselves close to her, watching her struggles from close by without saying a word. With her eyes closed she tried to push them from her mind and kept her inner fight going, but she was losing it fast. Suddenly her body was once again thrown into convulsions as another massive orgasm tore through her lower body, her vagina clamping down hard on the bulb pump, squeezing the semen up into her womb and also into her mouth. She choked on it and convulsed even harder. The semen ran out of her nose. It was suffocating her and Mahdi now reached behind her head to release the strap and pull the gag out of her mouth. She gasped for air, coughing and choking, her whole body shuddering.

“Fuck,” she gasped and spat out some of the semen while she slumped down into a half squatting position. Mahdi watched her as she caught her breath, her body trembling from the incredible ordeal she was going through. Without a word he held the gag in front of her face again. She shook her head and pressed her lips tight. He pushed against her lips and she grunted while the device in her rectum shocked her again.

“Open up,” said Mahdi, pressing the rubber gag against her closed mouth. She gave a muffled cry, not wanting it back in her mouth, but he kept pushing. A hand grabbed her right breast. She didn’t know if it was Mahdi’s hand or the executioner’s, but the fingers dug hard into her soft flesh, squeezing so hard she screamed. The gag was quickly stuffed back into her mouth and tied with the strap behind her head.

Alisa wept as she felt herself being forced into a third cycle, her body now constantly shaking, her hips jerking, her muscles squeezing involuntarily, forced to take in more semen into her body. She saw through her tears how Mahdi stepped back and how he held something in his hand, a stick or something. It reached out, pressed against her breast and suddenly there was fire in her sensitive flesh. Mahdi was shocking her breast with a cattle prod. Her body arched, she pulled herself up with a primitive grunt of pure agony. He pressed the prongs of the device deep into the flesh of her other breast and zapped her again, longer this time. She convulsed, choked, gave guttural cries of agony. Her whole universe erupted in pain, there was only pain, pure and flaming horrible pain. And yet there was also excitement. The shocks inside her rectum tore through her genital area and made her convulse. She started cumming again, despite the pain, or maybe because of the pain. She had lost all track and shook her head wildly while her body convulsed in another terrible orgasm, while Mahdi kept torturing her breasts with the cattle prod.
Go Mahdi Go!
 
I have really enjoyed your story. I do wonder if Mahdi will make Alisa watch Charles and William get beheaded. I also wonder if Mahdi will remove the cornu to inflict maximum helpless agony in her final hour.
A truly well written story. Thank you for sharing.
In chapter 17 part 1 the cornu was removed to make space beneath her and not placed back to avoid the tubes getting entangled. She no longer has a resting spot to sit on for this final phase.
 

Chapter 18: Third day of crucifixion - decapitation​


Two more times they forced her to orgasm, until she finally fainted. Her body was glistening with sweat, her arms were red with blood and her chest was covered in slimy semen and saliva. Some of it now also ran down the insides of her legs as the pressure inside her body was great enough to make her leak some of the liquid that was being forced inside her.

Alisa hung down at the cross, her head hanging forward, her face covered with loose strands of hair. Her belly was swollen and she looked pregnant by now. No doubt her inflated womb was a real torture for the poor woman. Yet it was not enough and Mahdi was already preparing for the next scene, after she had regained consciousness and was recovered sufficiently to suffer to an even greater extent.

Alisa woke up very tired and wailed in agony as her body was in such a state she could hardly cope with all the agony and hurt she was experiencing. But as soon as she was awake again, the drugs also kicked in again and kept her alert to the level that she didn’t pass out straight away. She was however perceiving everything through a haze and she felt it very hard to focus. Her vision was blurred and her body was trembling so bad, she also had a hard time coordinating any movement.

In an attempt to wake her up further they splashed buckets of cold water over her. Cooling down her body was a good thing as the sun had been baking her slowly and the tortures had been so severe she was constantly feverish. They also gave her water to drink after having removed the mouth gag for a while. The egg in her rectum had been switched off for now as well.

The camera crew appeared in her view again, not having noticed them around for some time. They took their usual close up shots of her tortured body.

For an hour she was allowed some rest, until Mahdi said it was time to resume.

“Hang tight,” he said to her, after having forced the gag back into her mouth, “This is going to be a rough ride.” Alisa shuddered as she could not imagine how this could become any worse. And then it did.

The executioner came to her carrying a flexible cane. Without hesitation he grabbed her right nipple between his fingers, pulled her breasts forward and started to slap her breast with the cane, making her scream in pain. Red welts soon covered her pale skin, both at the top and the underside of her breast. And when her entire breast was bright red he repeated the procedure with her other breast. Alisa screamed in utter humiliation and agony while he breasts were punished like that. The pain was so horrible, that she hardly felt any of her other injuries anymore. She hung at the cross panting and trembling all over while they waited for her to recover a bit. Then they switched the electrical egg back on.

Alisa gasped and gave a muffled cry when she felt her lower muscles contracting again as the pulses of the electrical egg resumed shocking her. And she immediately noticed the contractions were stronger and more frequently. With a cry she raised herself on the cross, her vagina squeezing once every two seconds now, clenching regularly on the rubber bulb inside her, causing the semen to be pumped up drop by drop from the chilled reservoir inside the cool box. But the worst thing was that the excitement inside her lower body started to rise much faster as well now and the burning pain she still sensed in her breasts didn’t stop that at all.

Mahdi and the executioner watched as she struggled on the cross, her naked body shaking and writhing, her breasts jiggling obscenely with her tortured movements. The camera crew came closer again for some close up shots, but the executioner waved them back to give him space for his cane. When her grunting grew lower and more desperate and the convulsions started, a clear indication she was once again having an orgasm, Mahdi signalled the executioner and the cane then came down hard on both her breasts.

Alisa convulsed and choked hard while she was experiencing a most horrible orgasm. Her body was wrecked with both lust and pain, especially since the cane kept coming down on her teats, striking her soft flesh most painfully. The executioner was aiming at her nipples, but missing those was just as painful. Still the orgasm kept going and Alisa felt like she was going out of her mind.

When the orgasm died down again, they didn’t stop the egg this time, but they did stop striking her on her breasts. Alisa slumped down on the cross, shaking all over while her body was still spasming with the electrical contractions of her lower muscles. Semen dripped copiously from her chin and down her legs. Her stomach looked even more inflated.

“You have a choice,” said Mahdi while he knelt next to Charles and William. Their arms were being released by the assistant executioners. “Pierce her tits with these and I won’t cut off your heads,” he continued. He held a bundle of metal skewers in both hands, six for each of them. “You take her left breast,” he said to Charles, “and you take her right. And make sure you rape her tits really good.”

Both men looked at Mahdi and then at Alisa. But they both reacted differently after seeing the wrecked naked woman on the cross. William took the skewers from Mahdi and grunted “She’s dead soon anyways.” But Charles threw himself at Mahdi and started to fight him.

Alisa watched the men fight through a haze of pain and misery. It was hard for her to see what was really going on, especially since the egg was bringing her to a new orgasm rather quickly. She noticed how Charles was subdued by the two assistants who came to Mahdi’s rescue. Next they pulled the man up on his knees, arms outstretched to the sides. Mahdi stepped behind Charles and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back to look up at Alisa. The woman grunted and started shaking as the orgasmic waves once more started to tear through her body. Through the haze and the tears she saw something flicker in Mahdi’s hand and then there was a spray of blood as the big hunting knife was used to cut Charles’ neck open. The man coughed and grunted, making gargling noises while his head was cut off further, blood spraying from his severed neck. Alisa retched in horror while her body kept convulsing in the throws of her orgasm, semen spraying into her mouth and forcing up into her womb, aching so bad in body in soul and yet unable to stop even now while she witnessed the brutal death of her friend. She cried out in despair, tears streaming down her face while her body convulsed and shook all over. Charles lay on the ground with his head next to him, blood staining the sand bright red. The crowd cheered loudly, people dancing, women ululating and some men fired rifles into the air.

The executioner appeared next to her with William. She whimpered and wailed, still muffled of course as her mouth was filled with the gag and her convulsions kept squirting cold semen into her throat. She shook her head furiously when William took one of the skewers from the executioner. He used his other hand to squeeze her right breast tight, holding the sharp tip of the metal skewer against her skin.

“Die already, bitch,” said William, blaming her for everything they had suffered the last few days.

Alisa’s body clenched up completely and she gave a low guttural growl when the skewer was painfully pushing into her flesh, breaking the skin and tearing through the sensitive soft inner tissues of her breast. Her body convulsed violently when the pain didn’t counter her orgasm but started to enhance it, causing her body to shock and jerk violently. William hesitated a moment but the executioner gestured at him to continue and he himself started to skewer her left breast at the same time. Alisa’s body convulsed so hard and she squeezed the hand bulb inside her vagina with such vigour, the pressure was building up too quickly and the tube from her mouth piece shot free, spraying her body with cold semen. At the same time she started to vomit, semen now shooting out of her nose. The executioner had just finished pushing the skewer entirely through her breast and he now quickly released the strap behind her head and pulled the gag from her mouth. She heaved but in between the gulfs of semen, she could draw in air, so she wasn’t choking to death.

They waited a few moments until she had stopped vomiting and was instead panting and crying.

“Ready for more?” asked Mahdi while patting her on her trembling leg. She shook her head weakly, shaking all over, no longer capable of controlling her own limbs or even her face, which was frozen in an expression of despair. She felt crushed and would have slumped down, giving up entirely, if the egg had not resumed shocking her, even faster and harder than before. Her body arched, her vagina twitched and squeezed. She cried out with a piercing scream when William and the executioner forced two more skewers in and through her breasts and yet again she started to orgasm. Her vagina was now pumping furiously, her body torn in half by the pain inside her womb as her breasts were throbbing with pain. And yet she kept cumming hard, violent, desperate, endless…
 

Chapter 19: Coming to an end​


They ran twelve skewers through her tits, forming a ring of spikes sticking out from all sides. Her breasts had shiny rays encircling them, from which blood trickled down her front. She had orgasmed countless of times, despite all the horror and pain. Her tummy was fully round now, since she sucked up so much semen, and she was looking as swollen as if she was six months pregnant. They had wanted to bring her to a full nine months appearance, but the tube had disconnected itself from her cervix under the pressure and they had also run out of semen to fill her with. The egg had finally been turned off and they had removed it from her rectum and clitoris. They had also pulled the bulb pump from her vagina.

Alisa had fainted a few times in the last cataclysmic torture session and now she was left to deal with her incredible pain alone, hanging from the cross, no longer able to move as she was simply too tired. With her inflated tummy and the spikes stuck in her breasts like halo’s, she looked like a tortured angel…

For some time she hung there, eyes closed, breathing slowly and with difficulty. Her body was still trembling but no longer shaking or convulsing. She felt kind of at peace with the situation, she was ready to die.

Thinking back of what Mahdi had said to her, about not wanting to miss the experience, she had to admit it had been quite a ride. Had she enjoyed it though? Definitely not. It had been pure horror and she was still suffering so much, she was amazed she had not died yet. But she also had to admit, the orgasms had been better than anything in her life. Strange, how calm it made it her to acknowledge that little fact. And she realized she had hardly any memory left of her life before this. She felt as if she was only a couple of days old. It made her smile.

She looked up and noticed the field was empty. She blinked. There was nobody left. Not even Mahdi or the executioner. They had left her here to die and she shivered as she felt a pang of regret. Also relief of course, because there was no more new torture coming. There was only the pain of being hung on the cross, for the third day already. But she also felt abandoned now, kind of lost. Was nobody going to say goodbye to her?

Suddenly there was a shadow overhead. Something moved overhead really fast, coming from behind her and then moving towards the town ahead. An incredible loud bang caused her to jump, jerking her limbs at the nails holding her in place. Her gasping cry was lost in the terrifying roar of the fighter plane that was already disappearing into the distance. She screamed her lungs out in terror and looked with eyes wide as there were several large explosions in town, large billowing black columns of smoke rising from the houses. Guns were firing, rapid fire, more explosions. And suddenly there was an explosion on the field, which felt like a blast of hot air tearing at her body. She never heard the explosion, only the loud beeping sound that was inside her head after both her eardrums were shattered. From her daze and confusion, she noticed an armoured vehicle riding past and then men running, holding guns, wearing helmets. She fell in and out of consciousness and noticed from far away how her body was lifted. Something pulled at her arms and legs. Her arms were lowered, free from the cross. She could hardly believe it. Saved at last, she thought before she drifted off into blackness…


The end?
 

Epilogue​


Alisa was saved or was she? Was this a hallucination and did she die anyways?

I have ideas for a sequel to this story. That’s why I think she survived. Against all odds. I hope the ending scene was surprising enough and climactic enough to be satisfactory. I also hope the torture was strong enough to cause some goose bumps. I know I had some and more.

Before I write any follow up, I’d like to know if you even want a sequel. And if so, who rescued Alisa? Of course she will be nursed back to health before anything else happens to her, but has she fallen into the hands of the troops of Assad? Were these Russian troops? Or is this an American detachment? Will she be interrogated, tortured, starring in another snuff movie? Which elements of this story would you like to see again in the sequel? Which characters do you want to see returning? Charles is dead of course, but did you enjoy Mahdi, Dr. Oto, the men in the suits?

Let me know.

I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did.
 

Epilogue​


Alisa was saved or was she? Was this a hallucination and did she die anyways?

I have ideas for a sequel to this story. That’s why I think she survived. Against all odds. I hope the ending scene was surprising enough and climactic enough to be satisfactory. I also hope the torture was strong enough to cause some goose bumps. I know I had some and more.

Before I write any follow up, I’d like to know if you even want a sequel. And if so, who rescued Alisa? Of course she will be nursed back to health before anything else happens to her, but has she fallen into the hands of the troops of Assad? Were these Russian troops? Or is this an American detachment? Will she be interrogated, tortured, starring in another snuff movie? Which elements of this story would you like to see again in the sequel? Which characters do you want to see returning? Charles is dead of course, but did you enjoy Mahdi, Dr. Oto, the men in the suits?

Let me know.

I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did.
Sequel very welcome...i like the idea of her being nursed back to health...only to find she misses a certain something...soon she becomes an underground bdsm star...voluntering herself for a brutal modern snuff film...just to feel that rush again only this time she really does admit to herself that she wants it ! ;)
 
I wanted her to "give birth" in some painful womb wrecking fashion to the satisfaction of the sadists like Mahdi watching. I also wanted her to die while regretting not taking the chance to escape or surrender to the idea that an orgasm could overwhelm real pain and define the meaning of life. Too much orgasm overwhelming the extreme torture is unrealistic and in contrast to a story that sketched out a very real women and early tortures. I know this is one of the tropes of the Crux torture genre-orgasm and pain finally becoming one and defining the meaning of life to its satisfied dying victim-and you followed it well. And you warned up front about the unrealistic nature of the depictions. I just got caught up in the realistic feel of it. Please do not take my criticism's too seriously however as they are just personal preferences and nit picking from an amateur writer dissecting an almost perfect tale. Frankly this is one of the hottest stories of female torture I have read in over 35 years in this scene. I literally was impatient everyday waiting for it to proceed. Such well defined characters- both sympathetic and sadistic in Mahdi and the doctor you don't see in many stories. I hated them and envied them. Her vulnerability and descent into helpless despair with just her crotch finally defining her escape from pain and the reason for it was superb. This cunt was innocent, hot and a great victim from start to finish. Yes write on about her or a new victim. Frankly I don't think she should get away with living and her ordeals should take up where they left off after a huge letdown. After a short period of recovery of course. Thanks
 

Epilogue​


Alisa was saved or was she? Was this a hallucination and did she die anyways?

I have ideas for a sequel to this story. That’s why I think she survived. Against all odds. I hope the ending scene was surprising enough and climactic enough to be satisfactory. I also hope the torture was strong enough to cause some goose bumps. I know I had some and more.

Before I write any follow up, I’d like to know if you even want a sequel. And if so, who rescued Alisa? Of course she will be nursed back to health before anything else happens to her, but has she fallen into the hands of the troops of Assad? Were these Russian troops? Or is this an American detachment? Will she be interrogated, tortured, starring in another snuff movie? Which elements of this story would you like to see again in the sequel? Which characters do you want to see returning? Charles is dead of course, but did you enjoy Mahdi, Dr. Oto, the men in the suits?

Let me know.

I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did.
Superb story, thoughts for a sequel, Mahdi and his thugs fight off the attack and later they ask Alisa if she would like to be taken down and be allowed to heal, only then to relive the whole episode again, she's become a total masochistic pain slut and eagerly agrees ??
 
Yes and no - one cannot suffer if one eagerly agrees to it. :)
There is a limit to which the mind can negotiate the acceptance and enjoyment of the destruction of it's own body. Real torture experts know this and can peel you back rapidly to a flopping fish of agonized hopelessness begging to die. And if allowed to live afterwards the victim would never want to repeat the process.The nervous system is autonomous and controlling your response to it in real life is quite impossible at extremes. Certain types of genre writing and real life BDSM settings have rules that prescribe the types of torture and the real or imagined victims "response." The victims suffering creates a tableau -such as the icon metaphor you use- and satisfies the participants and viewers expectations. Turning someone into a pain-slut is a kind of stereotype. It can happen in fiction and in real life controlled situations but never when real destruction of mind and body is applied. Like my stories, which frequently include but go well past any victims idea's of pain acceptance with orgasmic enjoyment. It's a genre too, of course. Your work is a bit different of course and is utterly enjoyable for me in it's sex organ focused, bitch victim mind bending scenarios. A guided missile of targeted torment. Just keep it real as you can please. Sorry for the long dissertation but I enjoy responding to a clearly articulate writer and it's been awhile.
 
There is a limit to which the mind can negotiate the acceptance and enjoyment of the destruction of it's own body. Real torture experts know this and can peel you back rapidly to a flopping fish of agonized hopelessness begging to die. And if allowed to live afterwards the victim would never want to repeat the process.The nervous system is autonomous and controlling your response to it in real life is quite impossible at extremes. Certain types of genre writing and real life BDSM settings have rules that prescribe the types of torture and the real or imagined victims "response." The victims suffering creates a tableau -such as the icon metaphor you use- and satisfies the participants and viewers expectations. Turning someone into a pain-slut is a kind of stereotype. It can happen in fiction and in real life controlled situations but never when real destruction of mind and body is applied. Like my stories, which frequently include but go well past any victims idea's of pain acceptance with orgasmic enjoyment. It's a genre too, of course. Your work is a bit different of course and is utterly enjoyable for me in it's sex organ focused, bitch victim mind bending scenarios. A guided missile of targeted torment. Just keep it real as you can please. Sorry for the long dissertation but I enjoy responding to a clearly articulate writer and it's been awhile.
I also enjoy keeping it as realistic as possible, though some of my deep felt fantasies go well beyond what is possible. That's also because there's a mirror effect going on. The pain and horror of the victim and the pleasure I enjoy are reflections of each other, and oposites. To a certain amount and limit. For instance, I enjoy fantasizing about torture of female genitalia. I do not enjoy fantasizing about breaking a girl's legs.
As for the victim becoming a painslut, I do not enjoy writing about someone who begs to be tortured, but I do enjoy writing about someone who behaves in a way that brings about events that she doesn't want and still at some level wants to happen. "If you contradict me, I will punish you", "no you won't" - that sort of thing.
In all honesty, I mostly enjoy D/s situations, more than actual torture and bloodshed. Though sometimes extreme fantasies can get me really going.
 
Thanks for the clarity. Amazing that while you mostly enjoy D situations you are able to write convincingly about S/M. Not sure I could do the same. Write her next chapter in a way that works for you. You already know my likes. Your well planned anal and womb hang/impale planning and execution along with the womb fuck will always have a place in my reference library. May yet draw them.
 
Thanks for the clarity. Amazing that while you mostly enjoy D situations you are able to write convincingly about S/M. Not sure I could do the same. Write her next chapter in a way that works for you. You already know my likes. Your well planned anal and womb hang/impale planning and execution along with the womb fuck will always have a place in my reference library. May yet draw them.
I hope you do draw them. It was one of my favorite scenes as well. I do enjoy writing S/M scenes. For instance, I much enjoyed the whipping scenes. And I particularly liked the initiation of the young men with Alisa on the cross.
 
I hope you do draw them. It was one of my favorite scenes as well. I do enjoy writing S/M scenes. For instance, I much enjoyed the whipping scenes. And I particularly liked the initiation of the young men with Alisa on the cross.
A couple of questions occur to me. First who is the brunette model you illustrate the story with. Also I know there are wireless eggs that vibrate but I am unfamiliar with wireless eggs that can electrically shock or pass a charge along a line like the clip on her clit. Is that a bit of storytelling license? It's all good but I'm curious. Other questions occur to me but I'll save them for later. Busy drawing my 4X saga.
 
A couple of questions occur to me. First who is the brunette model you illustrate the story with. Also I know there are wireless eggs that vibrate but I am unfamiliar with wireless eggs that can electrically shock or pass a charge along a line like the clip on her clit. Is that a bit of storytelling license? It's all good but I'm curious. Other questions occur to me but I'll save them for later. Busy drawing my 4X saga.
I have no real idea of the toys market in this area. But I know there are toys that are able to shock while simply using a battery. So I imagine it would be possible to have a remote egg that is both capable to vibrate and shock.
 
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