[To steel1sh:]

You fumble wth your blouse and the crowd cheer as it falls off your shoulder. Seeing me approaching, you instinctive cover your tits with your arms. That, however, imediately earns you your first zap of the cattleprod. You cry out in pain and fall backwards. A couple of guys catch your arms and hold them tightly behind our back, and your blouse falls comletely off you as you struggle with them. Within minutes, they have your wrists and elbows bound tightly behind you. Your miniskirt and thong are then ripped off. Next, they keep you pinned on the floor and bend your legs back until your feet are touching your hands, and tie your ankles to your wrists. To make things even worse, I have them tie your hair into a ponytail and then tie it to your wrists.

As soon as the men let you go, you realize that in order to relieve the pull of your hair on your scalp, you have to keep your back painfully arched, and within minutes you behind to feel the strain. Your body begins to tremble and you start grunting in discomfort. I circle you, enjoying the sight that you present. Suddenly, I touch your left thigh with the cattleprod and give you a zap. You let out a cry and your whole body stiffens, pulling your own hair and causing you to cry out again. The crowd laugh at your reaction and urg me to do that again, which I do, zaping you in the waist this time. I zap you again and again, and when I zap you between your legs, your cry turns into a howl of pain, and your whole body start shaking uncontrollably. After a while, I decide that you need some new stimulation. "String her up," I tell the guys, "let's have some fun with her tits."