Damned maid

A maid arrived with an electric wand. She applied it to my breasts, and an electric shock struck my left breast.

My scream choked in my throat, turning into a hoarse moan as the electricity bit into my flesh, making my nerves dance in an agony too close to ecstasy.

• Masters, here are the requested instruments. I am at your disposal to help you practice your art of suffering on this false ingénue.

"Perfect," murmured the twin in front of me, grabbing a leather and steel instrument from each of the maid's hands while continuing to plow my sex. His brother, still embedded inside me, barely slowed his thrusts, each movement calculated to make my overheated muscles quiver.

With a gesture, the maid took out nipple clamps with electric cables. She wriggled her hips and began sucking my left nipple until it stood erect to maximize the clamp's effect. Then, she did the same with the other with delicious expertise until the clamps closed on my hardened nipples with cruel precision, their metallic bite immediately followed by another shock that ran along my nerves like lightning. My mouth opened in a silent scream, my spine arched to the point of breaking between their two bodies.

Then she took out a third clamp, which she found more difficult to place due to the presence of the twin in front of me, which increased the pain of the application, making me moan in pain and frustration at the length of the torment.

The twin in front of me slipped a leather strap between my teeth while his brother, behind me, finally slowed his thrusts to better savor each spasm of my stomach.

• You'll dance around our sexes to make us come, knowing that we only come together. If we don't find you up to it, we'll shock you with these electric cattle prongs, and our maid will deliver an electric shock to your clitoris and nipples, increasing the intensity of the electricity until we both come at the same time.

The leather between my teeth vibrated to the panting rhythm of my breathing as the maid adjusted the clamps with cruel precision, her nails tracing icy arabesques on my damp skin. The twins exchanged a mirrored look, their dilated pupils reflecting my trembling body like prey trapped in their games.

"Begin," one of them murmured, digging his fingers into my hips, marking my flesh with future bruises.

The maid, with a sadistic smile, nodded and turned the box she was holding, which was connected to the clamps on my nipples and clitoris, up a notch. A brutal current tore through my nerves, making me buck against their bodies, my muscles contracting in an involuntary dance between agony and ecstasy. The clamps bit into my flesh, each shock amplified by the wet contact of the maid's still-fresh saliva on my nipples.

The brothers were happy to see me bucking like that.

• Yes, I like this jig, that little tingle you feel running through your body is so motivating. Go on, keep it up, dear maid, make her scream.

The maid turned the box another notch, and a new current, sharper, hotter, tore through my nerves. My throat tightened around the leather, a hoarse cry escaping despite the suffocation, as my muscles writhed under the onslaught of electricity.

At the same time, I felt them hard as never before; now their two almost united sexes were completely filling me, causing divine pain as my intimate muscles tightened under the shocks, multiplying the effect of their double penetration.

My body arched violently, every fiber of my being electrified by the current snaking between my clamps and the cruel toy cruelly biting my clitoris. The twins moaned in unison, their hardened cocks throbbing inside me like beating hearts, their nails digging deeper into my flesh.

Ah yes, it feels so good, she's squeezing our cocks like a vice, come on, finish now, we're going to be squeezed by her vagina like lemons. The maid sneered, her fingers brushing the control with sadistic slowness. "Oh, but she dances so well..." she murmured before turning the knob another notch.

The flash that pierced me was so violent that my eyes rolled back, my jaw locked onto the leather strap, and a hoarse gurgle burst from my throat, a trickle of saliva escaping the corners of my lips along with the juices from my vagina. My muscles contracted so brutally that I felt their genitals expand further inside me, each throbbing vein crushed by the spasms of my stomach.

Their twin moans echoed against the back of my neck, their hot, synchronous breaths mingled with the acrid smell of sweat and metal heated to white-hot by the shocks. They came in months as the last discharge finished pushing me beyond my limits, my muscles finally contracting around their cocks as they spat their semen.

Their hot jets mingled inside me in a whirlwind of fluids, each pulse of their cocks prolonging my exquisite ****. The maid, with an expert gesture, further increased the intensity of the clamps as their final spurts filled my insides.