Aurantica
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Jennie barely reacted when Sung released the straps from her wrists and ankles, pushing her to her knees. The man towered over her, throwing long, pale shadows in the room’s hazy light. He set a vibrating bullet and violet wand on the floor beside her.
“Well? Get going, girl!”
Jennie obediently picked up the violet wand and flicked it on. A soft, electrical humming filled the room. The wand lit up with an orange light, crackling blue around the outer glass shell. One thought stood out clear in her drug-dulled mind. Jennie knew she did not want to go back into that box. She picked up the shiny silver bullet and twisted the top. A soft hum joined the crackling of the wand. She pressed the bullet to her with one hand while lightly running the wand over her thighs, belly and the sides of her calves. At first, jennie focused on the wand, on how the electricity distracted her from the pain between her legs, in her bandaged hands, in the raw untended scrapes on her legs. As Sung settled into a more comfortable stance above her she slowly switched to rely more on the bullet, pressing it against her clit. Soon enough the tension built, snowballing until Jennie came, not with loud cries but with a single quiet gasp.
“That’s enough.”
Sung kicked the bullet from her hands, crouching down to tear the violet wand from her hands. With a malicious grin he gripped her shoulder and pressed the full length against her pussy, hyper-sensitive from cumming. Jennie’s eyes widened at the sudden pain, her body lurching upwards of her own accord. Sung grinned, showing a mouth full of white, straight teeth.
“So, boys? You think she should get to ride with us?”
“Well? Get going, girl!”
Jennie obediently picked up the violet wand and flicked it on. A soft, electrical humming filled the room. The wand lit up with an orange light, crackling blue around the outer glass shell. One thought stood out clear in her drug-dulled mind. Jennie knew she did not want to go back into that box. She picked up the shiny silver bullet and twisted the top. A soft hum joined the crackling of the wand. She pressed the bullet to her with one hand while lightly running the wand over her thighs, belly and the sides of her calves. At first, jennie focused on the wand, on how the electricity distracted her from the pain between her legs, in her bandaged hands, in the raw untended scrapes on her legs. As Sung settled into a more comfortable stance above her she slowly switched to rely more on the bullet, pressing it against her clit. Soon enough the tension built, snowballing until Jennie came, not with loud cries but with a single quiet gasp.
“That’s enough.”
Sung kicked the bullet from her hands, crouching down to tear the violet wand from her hands. With a malicious grin he gripped her shoulder and pressed the full length against her pussy, hyper-sensitive from cumming. Jennie’s eyes widened at the sudden pain, her body lurching upwards of her own accord. Sung grinned, showing a mouth full of white, straight teeth.
“So, boys? You think she should get to ride with us?”