Pretty sure what you're suffering from is 50,000 volts straight to the nipples

"50,000 volts straight to the nipples!" cried Hector picking up my card for the group to see.

Curious after the previous round and what I thought happened to Kim K., I paused to watch Hector seeing if anything about him had changed, specifically around the "chest" area.

"AAAIIIIIIIIEEEEE!!" I heard myself scream before I felt the sensations, an incredible surging pressure pushing into my chest. My body spasmed, my voice catching in rhythm to my breasts repeated strangulation, and my head started to buck of its own accord.

"UHH UHH UHH UHH UHH!"

My jaw locked, biting down on some foreign object in my mouth, and my eyes rolled back, losing all awareness of the world around me. As my body shook, just one eerie thought caught my scattered mind: that I was currently topless.

I held my arms at my sides straight as arrows, trying to withstand the tension. All I could feel was my breasts flapping, arcing through the air in time to the repeated jolts.

And then. Just as quickly as it began, the electricity stopped. I slumped forward, catching myself on my quivering arms as I stared down at my traitorous breasts.

Metal clamps had been attached to each of my brown nipples, their teeth sinking into their pokey nubs. Medical tape and wires hung loosely around my melons, now glistening in sweat from their recent ordeal.

My shorts were still on, at least, and I chewed on the cylindrical gag in my mouth, before looking up at my fellow cast mates as I panted.

Following the wires, I saw they led across the circle to a medium-sized box, currently being operated by a gleeful Illy.

"Call me a whore, will you?" She said, as she cranked the dial in her hand to the right.

"MUHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMM," my body jolted again, the electricity shaking my breasts like jello. I felt my tongue slide out, my head tilting skyward as my insides clenched and unclenched in rapid succession. My groin felt like an aluminum soda can someone was crushing and reinflating, over and over again. I humped the air at least eight times, before Illy finally let up.

"Jesus, turn it down, Illy," chastised Natalie.

"But how else will she learn?" Illy teased, as she gestured with a manicured hand.

She looked around the room, but the rest of the crowd weren't thankfully on her side. "Fine," Illy said in a huff, "but it was her idea, remember? Oh my god, I think it's turning her on."

I personally did not remember; however, she wasn't wrong about my arousal. Somewhere in the shock to my sensitive nipples or the embarrassment I was feeling in my state of undress, I had started leaking. I was breathy and sweaty, and my lap was feeling hot, but in spite of that I knew I didn't want Illy to touch that dial again. Which made the next few moments particularly awful.

The homewrecker hadn't turned it off, rather set it to a lower voltage that seemed to hit me at random intervals. Okay, probably not random, but I was too distracted to figure out the pattern, and just kept yipping and squealing every time the shocks hit. My throaty moans failing to help the accusations of arousal, I turned to Natalie pleadingly, hoping for an ally.

"She really is a techno-slut," Moggie smiled, his green eyes memorizing the curves of my bare chest.

"I'll say," Kim K. said with a shake of her head. "When she said she wanted to be the entertainment for us, I didn't know what to make of it, but whatever does it for you, I guess."

"It's certainly different," Hector concurred.

Natalie just looked at me guiltily, and I started to scooch towards her, only to stopped by Illy grabbing me by the back of my head.

"Now what do you call me?" my electrician asked, holding me by the chin as she removed my gag.

"Guys the cards are -EEEE-," I shook, another wave setting my hair on end. "The cards are doing something to us, whoever wins or gets a card has something -EYAUP!"

"Wrong answer," Illy chided, reinserting the gag before pulling out a ziptie to secure my hands behind my back.

The struggle already zapped out of me, she easily trapped my arms, cinching the back of my hands together as more static teased my nipples.

"Think it's your turn, Moggie," said Hector passing him the black deck. The boy clapped his hands excitedly.

"For my card please tell me... What will always get you laid?" Moggie announced, "Oh this'll be good."

I tried to protest, but locked eyes with Illy who gestured at the dial in front of her. Her sweet eyes suddenly threatening.

I chewed at my gag, before scooting toward my white cards, trying to decide what might help me in this situation.

New card- White privilege

- Firing a rifle into the air while balls deep in a squealing hog

- The Holy Bible

- My abusive boyfriend who really isn't so bad once you get to know him

- Not Wearing Pants

- And Swamp Ass