...Clitoral vibration level 9... You monster.

All of the girls shift uncertainly on their knees. They look at you apprehensively. Some clasp their arms obediently behind their backs. Others grip the desk next to them in fear. Still others are too terrified to move. Somehow you know everything each girl must be thinking. How many times had you been subjected to the punishing effects of one of these controllers?

You flip the switch!

GRZZZZZZGRZZZZZZZZGRZZZZZZZZZGRZZZZZZZZZZGRZZZZZZZGRZZZZZZZZZ!

The room comes alive with the sound of 15 clitoral augments activating at a cruelly high setting. All of the girls collapse to the floor with rigid limbs with pained expressions on their faces. You have never felt anything approaching this level of stimulation yourself and now you know why. Most lose consciousness within a few moments of you activating their augments. Their legs twist and spasm from the powerful vibrations within their clits. The smell of urine rises to your nose. It appears someone has relieved their bladder due to the experience!

A nearby girl has somehow remained conscious. In an impressive display of strength, she has managed to pull herself across the top of her desk giving you an incredible view down her heaving cleavage. Her hands grip the far side of the table. Her legs, bent over the back of her desk, shake behind her. You see a trail of arousal flowing down one of her legs. Her eyes are unfocused and drool falls from the corner of her chattering mouth. She is screaming herself hoarse. Nothing about the experience looks fun.

The Queen grabs the controller from your hand and flips it in the off position. Immediately, the buzzing sound stops. The twitching of the **** girls ends. The woman bent over the table continues to stare into space in front of her. She begins to wail something completely unintelligible.

The Queen looks at the controller and ponders and unasked question before returning it to you. She was likely second guessing if you were worthy of the responsibility of such power. Your face flushes in shame. Guards and nurses are summoned to help resuscitate the girls. Fortunately, it doesn't appear that any have any permanent damage.

"Areli!" The Queen hisses at you, "Part of having the power over a submissive is knowing how much they can take! You must take more care. A damaged girl has no value in Master's Harem. You must treat his property with more respect!"

You nod with new understanding. You will have to be more careful in the future. Your Queen is right. You need to take better care of Master's slaves. You look them over and see that most have recovered. They attempt to reapply makeup and adjust their clothing to regain what little dignity that you have left them.