Laura can 'control' her dildos

I probably had ****. The next day I, Laura and Liza were taken to the central district. Just like me, the two had their nipples pierced and the electric dildos kept them in line. There was no sign of AnnaMaria. We were taken to the back of a van. Over the entire length of the cargo area there was a bench attached to each side, and at regular intervals steel rings were attached to the floor and at shoulder height on the wall. After we sat down, Suzanne and Diane came in, handcuffed us and tied our ankles to spreader bars and chained them to the floor.
We had hardly left when I noticed that Laura looked distracted, almost absent-minded. She had closed her eyes, seemed to be in pain for three or four times, and then suddenly relaxed. She took a few deep breaths, seemed to concentrate, and then began to breathe harder and harder. After a few minutes she began to moan softly and her hands slipped under her shirt. At first she stroked her breasts only slightly, but after a few moments her grip tightened, her moans grew louder and she rocked rhythmically back and forth in her seat. The sight was strangely exciting. I felt my nipples getting stiff. My hands slid between my thighs, but only held on to cold metal. Laura groaned a last time loudly, her back arched, a wave of ecstasy ran through her body and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Class 7 Brainwave receptors, I thought they had better technique here."
I looked at her, quite puzzled.
I'm here for cybercrime, That crap they used to wire us? I played with that in elementary school, I expected them to useat least class 12 here. I cracked the system faster than I thought. The sensors here are so inaccurate that they realize that you want something bad for someone - but not if you want to punch him or kill him, everything below that anger childs play. exciting childs play. If you know how to think in order to prevent ther theta-receptor from responding - these things are really fun. If I'd be wearing panties right now, they would be really wet."
Between Laura's legs, some liquid trickled to the floor.
"Can you teach me how to play with those things?" I asked.
"I can. The question is, do I want to? What's in it for me?"