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With a smirk, he presses a button on the side of the table and a mechanical whirring fills the room as stirrups snap into place, forcing my legs apart.

His free hand suddenly presses down on my lower belly, fingers digging in just enough to make me whimper and squirm. "So sensitive," he coos, "You are going to be so fun to play with."

His thumb circles my entrance, teasing, before he plunges two fingers in without warning, crooking them upward ruthlessly. "Mm, you're already so sloppy. Bet you didn’t even realize your body could react like this, did you?"

A cruel laugh escapes him as he adds a third finger, stretching me obscenely, his other hand palming my stomach again, pressing down, forcing me to feel how deep he’s reaching. I scream behind the gag as painful pleasure shoots through my body.

He presses his fingers deeper and I arch my back against the restraints. Then I feel it, his fingers graze against my deepest spot and my whole body shudders.

"Oh, that’s your cervix, sweet thing. You can feel it, can’t you? Does that hurt? Or did you like that?" His grin widens as I whimper. "I think you liked that."

He leans in close, breath ghosting over my ear. "Don’t fret, I’ll make sure you like this."

With that, he withdraws his fingers only to replace them with something thicker, colder. I whine from the stark temperature contrast as metal slides into my pussy. A medical-grade speculum clicks open, forcing me wider, exposing my desperately dripping cunt completely under the harsh overhead lights. "There we go," he coos, tapping the metal dismissively, making it send vibrations through me. "Much better view."

His fingers return, this time circling my cervix directly, rubbing slow, torturous circles, stimulating me in a way my body doesn’t know how to cope with. I clench, jerking against the restraints but he just tuts, amused. "Ah-ah. Don’t fight me, sweet girl," he teases.

His fingers press harder, the pressure against my cervix mirroring a different kind of pressure building within me. He’s going to make me cum like this.

He grins devilishly at me as he presses deeper and gives my clit a harsh pinch with his free hand.

A choked gasp rips from my throat as my body betrays me, gushing around his hand. He throws his head back and laughs, delighted. "Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic." He pulls his hands away and wipes his glistening fingers on my thigh, smirking down at my wrecked expression.

"Don’t worry, pretty thing. We’re just getting started."

The hum of a toy fills the room. A thin, precise electric probe, buzzing faintly. My body trembles against the restraints, slick with sweat, every shallow breath hitching as his free hand lazily traces circles over my clit, just hard enough overstimulate my raw nerves.

"Oh, pretty girl, you’re shaking," he coos. "We just started and you’re so desperate already." His thumb grinds down suddenly, forcing a choked whine from my throat as the pleasure washes over me. Then he tsks, pulling away just as my hips twitch up. "Ah-ah. No, no, no chasing, you don’t get to choose when you get pleasure. I do."

He smiles at me before pressing the toy against my clit without warning. A jolt of electricity lances through me, sharp, bright, just shy of pain. My back arches violently, a scream tearing loose behind the gag as my muscles seize. He laughs, delighted, and does it again. And again.

"Look at you—convulsing like a broken toy," he sneers, dragging the probe lower, tracing along my soaked cunt. "You’d think your body would have some dignity, but no. It’s just begging for more." The electric probe flicks my entrance. “You know, that speculum should be a perfect conductor for this electricity. Should we find out what happens when they meet?”

He doesn’t wait for my response and plunges the toy into me, electricity crackling against my walls and the metal holding me open. My vision goes white as the shock hits every inch of my dripping pussy. I writhe, sobbing, but he only presses deeper, angling it up—

Zap.

My scream fractures as the current slams into my g-spot, my hips jerking helplessly. "There it is!" He croons, watching my thighs quiver. "That’s the spot, isn’t it? The one that makes you drip like a filthy little thing." Another shock, harder this time. My vision whites again out as my cunt clenches, gushing around the toy and the speculum.

But he doesn’t stop there.

The cold metal clicks wider, exposing my cervix to the chilled air. He exhales, amused, as the delicate tissue flutters under his gaze. "Oh, that’s sensitive I’m sure," he murmurs. I thrash and beg behind the gag, a pit of dread building in my stomach as I realize what he plans to do.

He ignores my protests and taps my cervix with the probe, just once, lightly, no electricity yet. I sob as the unbearable sensation shoots through me. Then he grins and—

ZAP.

I screech, body bowing off the table as agony-pleasure erupts from my core, my cunt spasming, squirting in pathetic, helpless bursts. He watches, enthralled, as I choke on my own drool, tears streaking my face.

Another shock against my cervix. My vision blurs, hips jerking wildly as another orgasm is ripped from me. Tears stream down my face, my breath coming in broken sobs, but he doesn’t stop. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear.

"You’re not even trying to resist. Just taking it like a good little toy. Go on, scream for me. Let me hear how ruined you are."

He cranks the voltage higher.

My world implodes.

Electricity carves through me like a blade, my cunt pulsing, my voice breaking into a shattered wail as I squirt again for him, my body writhing in overstimulated agony. He moans at the sight, pressing the probe even deeper, forcing my cervix to take it, to feel it, until all I can do is convulse against my restraints.

"Perfect." He purrs, finally pulling back to admire his handiwork, my wrecked, trembling body, dripping cunt, and tear-streaked face. "You really are such a treat to break."

He pats my thigh, grinning. "Now let’s see how many more I can force out of you before you pass out."