"What is it? What's it doing?" Ellen asked, fascinated and seemingly only more aroused at the rebellious display. Ellen loved watching her submissives squirm.
Barely able to speak with the pressure around her throat, she spluttered, "The handcuffs are... electrocuting me," she hoped it might elicit some sympathy from her captor but it drew a smile instead which only angered Quinn further. "You are such a b***h," she muttered, struck by a longer, harder shock that had her knees buckling.
Ellen's arousal was palpable now, the smell of her s*x reaching Quinn and attracting her attention, beckoning her to it. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to just go along with it. Her mind rallied for her to resist but the pain and discomfort were beginning to overpower her, until a sudden shift stopped her
