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Governor
Chastity motioned grandly at the woman standing with the others. The spectators started to cheer. Sarah’s eyes went wide in horror as she shook her head. Then she tried to bolt as she grunted anxiously.
Nadia and Felicity grabbed her by both arms. She was manhandled to the steps and up onto the stage. The poor thing twisted and struggled in pure terror.
“Don’t be shy, honey,” Mistress said loudly to her. She and Monique reached for her to take her from the attendants. “Let’s get you comfortable, shall we? Would you like to take a seat?”
Sarah cried out into her gag as the audience laughed. But she was no match for Mistress and Monique. They dragged her over to the chair.
Mistress called out to the crowd, “Naughty sluts get bigger probes, folks! This is one snuff slut who’s really gonna sizzle!”
There was more laughter as the two forced Sarah down onto the probes sticking up out of the seat of the chair. They were significantly larger than most probes I’d seen. The poor woman screamed into her gag as she was impaled in both holes.
“Let’s get you comfy,” Mistress told her cheerfully, still playing to the crowd.
She and Monique freed her bound arms. Then they strapped them down to the arms of the chair. Sarah struggled as best she could, but it was no use.
Her legs were cruelly spread. Then they were strapped to the front legs of the chair. Everyone could see her wet crotch.
Her head was pushed back and strapped tight. Now she wouldn’t bang her head against the back of the chair. Sarah’s muffled protests ranged from anger to pleading to rage to fear.
Monique finally spoke. “Let’s finish hooking you up, shall we?” Then she presented an electrode for one nipple.
Sarah’s eyes went wide. Then she cried out into her gag. Cries turned to muffled screams as my wife hooked up one nipple while Chastity hooked up the other.
“Now do her clit,” Mistress encouraged my wife. “Make it nice and tight. We don’t want the wire falling off.”
Sarah’s face went pale. I could tell she was trying to shake her head. Monique smiled at her and then went to work.
The ensuing muffled screams told me my wife had made sure it was tightly secured. When it was done Sarah panted heavily through her nose as her chest heaved. Drops of sweat broke out all over her naked, quivering flesh.
“You’re going to be our snuff-whore tonight,” Mistress told her coldly as Monique went to retrieve the remote from one of the attendants. “Anytime I’m in the mood to witness an orgasm, we’ll be focusing on you.”
Monique returned and handed the remote to Chastity. Mistress took it, turned to the audience and held it up. “Does anybody want to see the slut cum?”
There were eager cheers and applause. “So be it!” she announced. Then she turned and pointed it at Sarah.
“Come for us, snuff-whore!” Then she pushed a button as she and Monique stepped aside. They wanted to make sure they were not blocking the view of the spectators.
Nadia and Felicity grabbed her by both arms. She was manhandled to the steps and up onto the stage. The poor thing twisted and struggled in pure terror.
“Don’t be shy, honey,” Mistress said loudly to her. She and Monique reached for her to take her from the attendants. “Let’s get you comfortable, shall we? Would you like to take a seat?”
Sarah cried out into her gag as the audience laughed. But she was no match for Mistress and Monique. They dragged her over to the chair.
Mistress called out to the crowd, “Naughty sluts get bigger probes, folks! This is one snuff slut who’s really gonna sizzle!”
There was more laughter as the two forced Sarah down onto the probes sticking up out of the seat of the chair. They were significantly larger than most probes I’d seen. The poor woman screamed into her gag as she was impaled in both holes.
“Let’s get you comfy,” Mistress told her cheerfully, still playing to the crowd.
She and Monique freed her bound arms. Then they strapped them down to the arms of the chair. Sarah struggled as best she could, but it was no use.
Her legs were cruelly spread. Then they were strapped to the front legs of the chair. Everyone could see her wet crotch.
Her head was pushed back and strapped tight. Now she wouldn’t bang her head against the back of the chair. Sarah’s muffled protests ranged from anger to pleading to rage to fear.
Monique finally spoke. “Let’s finish hooking you up, shall we?” Then she presented an electrode for one nipple.
Sarah’s eyes went wide. Then she cried out into her gag. Cries turned to muffled screams as my wife hooked up one nipple while Chastity hooked up the other.
“Now do her clit,” Mistress encouraged my wife. “Make it nice and tight. We don’t want the wire falling off.”
Sarah’s face went pale. I could tell she was trying to shake her head. Monique smiled at her and then went to work.
The ensuing muffled screams told me my wife had made sure it was tightly secured. When it was done Sarah panted heavily through her nose as her chest heaved. Drops of sweat broke out all over her naked, quivering flesh.
“You’re going to be our snuff-whore tonight,” Mistress told her coldly as Monique went to retrieve the remote from one of the attendants. “Anytime I’m in the mood to witness an orgasm, we’ll be focusing on you.”
Monique returned and handed the remote to Chastity. Mistress took it, turned to the audience and held it up. “Does anybody want to see the slut cum?”
There were eager cheers and applause. “So be it!” she announced. Then she turned and pointed it at Sarah.
“Come for us, snuff-whore!” Then she pushed a button as she and Monique stepped aside. They wanted to make sure they were not blocking the view of the spectators.