Cruel Lucy returned to the bed, climbing right up on it this time. And in her gauntleted fist she held a forked electric shock-prod.
“Okay my handsome, beloved, tasty young boy. That’s enough brute physical punishment, at least for now. Let’s just see how much maximum pain I can inflict on you with only a minimum of effort…”
Stepping easily forward on the very firm mattress she again stopped my spinning and swinging with single gentle hand until we were face to gagged face. Once again I was looking straight down at those burstingly-ripe half-globes and their barely concealed n*****s. Again I was swept with uncontrollable arousal at the sight. But before I could even begin to foolishly attempt to erect she touched the dual tip of her shock-prod to my stretched, crushed testicles.
She was
