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He could hear Asha laughing hysterically. “But...please Mistress, what did you do?” “I-I” she couldn’t stop giggling. There was another whine, and a crack. This time the pain was against his ribs and it was more painful. “I thought I told you only to speak when I asked you a question,” she said, still trying to stifle her laughter. “I-I’m sorry, Mistress,” he gasped. “Shut up!” she giggled. The next shock was to his left n****e – then his right n****e. She continued to shock him, again and again. He realised now that the high pitched whine he could hear was the device charging up. Presumably it was like a mini-taser or something like that. It hurt – not very badly – but the repeated shocks, again and again, and in different places were beginning to wear him down. It was like somebody