"Please, Master…" a sweet voice murmured. Susan lay naked on a bed in Pierre's hidden lab. The lab was well-equipped and prepared for a night of passion.
Having lost everything she trusted, Susan, submitted to being cuffed and restrained on the bed. Her vision was blocked by a black satin blindfold. Pierre provided a silicone mouth guard to prevent her from biting herself. These gentle, thoughtful gestures deepened her admiration and stirred her affections further. I want him, she thought.
While Pierre clipped her sensitive area like pussy's lips with electric clamps, she begged, "More…" Her nipples, hips, breasts slope, armpits, thighs, tongue, and lewd holes—every spot her sister had felt, she wanted to experience too. She wanted the same level of torment. As she pleaded for the same treatment he had inflicted on her sister, only the speculum was missing. She hoped this pain and pleasure would help her forget everything she had endured.
Upon releasing the electric current, an unstoppable, lewd moan and scream erupted. Pain, excitement, and pleasure flooded inside her all at once.
"Eeeekkkk!!! Yesss! Yes!"
"More please"
"Ahh~EEEk~~~"
Upon spiking the voltage, Susan's hips bucked upward, swaying. Her nipples stood out as if they were about to burst, her clit and lewd spot swollen to their limit, her body soaking and tightening. As climax neared, her toes clenched, nails dug into the bed, and her moans and screams grew louder and louder.
"Cm…Cmmming~~~"
Her entire body shook but was pulled back by the chains, the pain and pleasure mixing and deepening her breath.
"Please… master….yours."
Susan begged for her master thing. But in turn she got another high-level spark.
"Eeeekkkk mmmmaaasterrrr~"
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She reached climax again, fluids continuing to leak out, mixing with urine and other secretions. Her glistening, shaved lewd zone tightened from intense stimulation while another zone ached.
"Pleas I…nneee..p.a…" As Susan tried to beg for a pause, another intense electrification struck.
Pierre brought her to climax five more times without allowing her to touch him. The total of seven climaxes in a few hours surpassed any of her previous relationships. Her pussy continued to ache, releasing more urine and secretions until no fluid remained.
"Yo…r the … be..st" Susan tried to catch her breath.
Pierre approached, kissed her forehead, gently rubbed her clit, and slowly roamed over her body to ease the pain.
"You are a good girl" he praised her.
"T..nk.. you ma..s..ter" Susan tried to thank Pierre while her lewd hole still pulsed. Exhausted, her multiple climaxes had drained her energy. She nearly fell asleep but continued begging.
"Yo..ur… co..k…pl" Susan fell asleep.
Then Pierre removed all the clamps, injected her with a pain reliever, and cleaned up her body and the mess.
After finishing with Susan, Pierre sat in a chair in front of the screen. Susan was still sleeping nearby. A soft, sweet voice came with the figure of a woman standing behind him.
"I trained her well, didn't I?" Pierre kept his gaze on the monitor as he pulled up several pieces of footage featuring Natasha again. He replied in a steady voice to the woman behind him.
"Not as good as you," Pierre replied. The woman laughed at his response, then walked closer and wrapped her arms around Pierre from behind, kissing his cheek once. But the touch was artificial.
"Mehh, praising the dead means nothing, Pete," she said. Pierre turned to face the woman. Before him stood a hologram of Natasha, Susan's sister, with long, vibrant red hair in a ponytail, distinctive cheekbones, and a black synthetic leather suit, just like Susan's. He had created this hologram from his memories of her. Pierre gazed at the high-quality hologram he had crafted, capturing every detail, down to a single mole on her skin.
"Well, at least she tolerates higher voltage," Pierre said in a steady tone. Natasha lost her composure as she tried to compete with Susan.
"!!! I can too !!!" Then she undressed, revealing a figure nearly identical to her sister's. Her reaction made Pierre laugh.
"Jealous? Haha, how cute of you," he laughed, losing the calm and steadiness he'd shown earlier.
"I'm sorry, Nat, for all that fake footage," he said sincerely.
"I understand, Pete," she replied.
Then Pierre began reverting all the footage of Natasha he had shown to Susan. The footage returned to its original form.
In one of the real pieces of footage,
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Natasha was being thrust into from behind by young Pierre. She was restrained, blindfolded, and gagged with a mouth gag in a square structure. Her suit hung at her knees. Pierre held the chain of a collar, pulling her neck. Her body was fitted with several clamps. A nearby voltage generator was at half capacity.
"Mmm Mor… Mmck…" Natasha struggled as her mouth was gagged. Her ponytail was swaying, while Pierre kept thrusting into her sensitive spot.
Upon turning the voltage to the maximum, "MgHHHHH…." A long struggling scream let out. Her mouth was covered with her own saliva, which dripped down. Her lewd hole tightened almost instantly, gripping Pierre's thing tightly as even he struggled to increase the pace. Pierre felt her inside aching against him. She had just reached climax.
As Pierre lowered the voltage, "HMmHMmmHMmmm" Natasha tried to catch her breath. Her pussy still gripped Pierre tightly. Then Pierre gave another sudden shot.
"MMMmmmMMm"
"Ahhh, Ahhh…"
This time, Natasha released everything she'd been holding back. Her thigh muscles tensed as her toes curled. Her strength deformed the silicone mouth gag. Her moans grew clearer. Her nipples stood out, and her breasts sagged from the intense pleasure. Below, everything was released. Her clit swelled as though it were bursting. She tried to synchronize her movements with Pierre's rhythm.
"Mess me up more"
At the end, fully stimulated Natasha begged Pierre for more torment.
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Upon finishing the video, he began deleting every piece of footage and all the logs. The hologram started to disintegrate into small polygons. Pierre's voice became faint, as if he was unprepared for what was coming.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you. But your sister… she is safe now."
"Pete… it's been several years, and I've already gone, remember?
At least you kept your promise. Thank you."
"Goodbye, Natasha."
The hologram vanished completely. All the data, every recording of Natasha, was gone—as if she had never been born.