Overstimulation

From Ben's room, Ruby descended. Cut into the city's most sought-after hilltop, her house had several levels below ground floor that weren't exactly basements… since they could still drag great swathes of sunshine in through windows cut out of the cliff face. They were, however even more private… as even the most snooping of paparazzi would need some serious climbing gear or a helicopter to peek in through those windows. Down here was where Ruby kept her less… presentable pets. Those precious darlings whose various perversions and obsessions had progressed beyond what some might consider… healthy.

She bumped into Vibe-girl in the corridor, cosied up in one of the elaborately carved seating-sculptures that seemed to inevitability end up everywhere in this house. V.G., or 'Buzzy' as her mistress affectionately called her, was very much the proverbial tech addict. She was bleeping away at one of her many, many video games on a little, handheld console. Her name, however, came from the impressive number of other devices taped on and wired across her semi-clothed body. Vibe-girl could barely stand to go a second without having some sort of electric stimulus whirring across her every possible erogenous zone. She had once put herself into a coma by jury-rigging a heavy-duty vibrating dildo to take a power source far greater than it was intended to. When she'd woken up, 2 weeks later, she'd written a letter to her favourite electronic artist. The person whose rhythmically-arranged gasps and moans had been in her ears as she achieved something between electrocution and a climax.

Ruby had swept down to the hospital in person and snuck in a wide selection of requested buzzing toys which the nurses had been insisting V.G. stay away from. From there it was a simple matter for Ms. Pandora to announce her own personal doctors would take over the young lady's care. V.G. won herself a new home and an endless supply of all the highest brand vibrators money could buy… each one triple-checked for safety, of course. However, the girl's experience had also brought her a rather poignant new avenue of erotic interest. Ruby's eyes had gleamed slightly when her constantly-buzzing companion had tentatively pointed to a set of 'electric shock pads' in one of her catalogues.

Now it was quite a regular occurrence for her and V.G. to drift off into one of the lower rooms. Temporarily remove whatever selection of humming devices were strapped to, or stuffed in, the young lady's nubile body… and instead replace them with pinching, conductive crocodile clips. On such days 'Buzzy's' shrill cries could be heard echoing almost right to the top of the house. Yet, when her pale and trembling body was finally released. Cold sweat covering her every inch. She would lie with Ruby in perfect bliss, without needing a single hint of outside stimulation… for half an hour at least. Ms. Pandora would cradle the precious thing with all her body, listening to her settling heartbeat… All while remembering every spasming, shrieking detail of the moments before. When her fingers had played over small dials and this lithe creature's body had been wracked with such overwhelming energy. Clenching and unclenching. Twisting and writhing. Pleading and begging. For more and for less. For pleasure and pain… For something that was greater than both.