How can I resist?

“Yeah,” I said, a bit surprised at myself, “Show it to me.”

Megan’s eyes widened in surprise and she made a sound that might have been a moan. I don’t think it was fear.

Quentin’s eyes lit up and he regarded me with an excited expression that was almost like fearful reverence. He went over to the device and started to show me the various gauges and dials. The thing was crazy. It had a lot of variety – the current could turn on and off in a pulse that you could adjust the delay on, it could be sustained, the levels could obviously change pretty dramatically, and it could even be randomized so the person would never know what was coming and when.

“I’d just been using the basic mode, manually controlling it. I’ve never had a chance to use it on anyone but myself…” he looked embarrassed. Jesus, the fucker used this to masturbate. “I tried to get a prostitute to let me use it on her once, but she left. I never asked anyone again. But Megan just seemed so fine with anything…”

I saw the intensity dial was set to 4 out of 20 and asked it that’s what she had taken.

“Yeah,” he said, shaking in head with what looked like awe, “I’ve only used it on two with myself, but she nodded when I asked if I could turn it up. I was going to try 5 when I heard you knocking. I did that on my finger once but it hurt like hell.”

The slut had nodded. She’d acquiesced to a higher voltage on her own.

“Do you want to give it a try.”

“Yes, yes I would,” I said, a cruel smile dawning on my face.

“Should we keep it at 4 for now or do you want to try 5?”