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A metal robotic arm appeared from the right wall and magnetically picked up a long wooden paddle with a metal handle. The woman cringed in anticipation.
“Does she know how many she’ll get?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“She seems scared.”
“Rightfully so.”
I shot a sideways glance in his direction. He stared forward, sadistically entranced by the scene.
The robotic arm brought the paddle down once, hard, against her bubbly posterior. I watched through the mirrored walls as her flesh moved around the impact of that paddle, as she shook her cute little ass, and then we both jumped slightly when we heard her cry out.
“Oh! Fuck!”
Once more, the paddle swatted her butt.
“No! Oh, please!”
Who was she begging, exactly?
And the third time, the sound of the wood against her skin reverberating through the observation area. Her moans followed.
“Intensity goes up?” I asked, watching as she was maneuvered back into position on the stool.
“Yeah. You have money left.”
He was eager for more, but I was eager to prolong things for my sake and hers. I looked behind me and saw the line was even longer.
“They’ll all take a turn with her?”
“No. Check the clock, see?” He pointed to a digital timer just above the control kiosk. “Forty minutes left. Then the next convict gets a turn.”
Surveying the options in front of me, I chose what I’d be desperate for, if I were in her shoes. Three-minute vibration on her clitoris.
He chuckled beside me, shaking his head. “You’re evil.”
I looked at him quizzically, then cringed as the woman screamed.
“No!” she shouted, convulsing against the bondage, clearly trying to get away.
“I thought she would enjoy it,” I gasped.
In under thirty seconds, she came fast, forcibly, and whimpered loudly as the buzzing continued.
“No...no...no...” she kept saying.
God, she was so fucking hot.
He slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me close as we watched her come again, her body trembling, her moans and pleas never ending.
“How many times do you think she’s come today?” he asked.
I shook my head. My breathing was shallow and at that moment I wanted nothing more than to switch places with her, to be tortured so terribly. So sexually.
By the time the buzzing stopped, she’d come four times. We stepped aside and the next person, a stout bald man with a thick wallet, stepped forward and slipped in a fifty-dollar bill. I wanted to stay and watch her torment but he pulled me away, up the stairs and out to the street.
“Can’t we go back and watch more?” I asked, shielding my eyes from the light.
