Painstick

Calvo's ****, questing fingers closed on the butt of the stungun, hanging at the blonde's beautifully curved hip....his lips stretched in to a taut grin as he found it's trigger, all the while fighting to controll Eighteen, who thrashed and bucked against his grip, her magnificent ass grinding against his erection as his arm clamped at her throat, trying to throttle her.....

PAIN!!! Pain flared like molten acid through every nerve in Calvo's body, causing his muscles to spasm, ripping and involuntary scream from his throat. The painstick...the blonde bitch must have reached it...

He fought against the rising tide of blackness, but another jab against his thigh, another intolerable explosion of agony, sent Calvo pitching in to unconsciousness...