She loses control.

Eleanor tries to resist at first, trying to take her mind off of the extremely vivid and personal feelings that her body is displaying due to the Holostyle Watch making contact with her sex but each spank brings a more intense vibration and finally, she is no longer able to resist.

“Oh! Oh! What!” Eleanor cries out.

“I don’t think I should be here for this,” Matt says, getting to his feet.

“Matt, sit down. No offense but it isn’t like you are seeing anything. It is quite possible that you hearing this is just as humiliating for her,” Maggie says before pausing and looking down at Eleanor. “Is it?”

“Oh! Yes! What is happening to me?!” Eleanor cries out.

“Oh, sweetie, you are giving yourself an orgasm,” Megan explains.

Eleanor tries to make sense of Megan’s explanation but her words seem jumbled in her head. She knows Megan spoke of organisms, humiliation, and hearing but the words weren’t computing like they usually do. It was like her brain was taking a step back and letting something else take over.

Suddenly, Megan starts to change tempo, gradually picking up the pace of the spanks until they are raining down on Eleanor’s cheeks fast and furiously. Now, the pain is starting to slowly catch up to the intense feeling that is still sending sparks throughout her entire body. After a twenty-second and final spank which sounds more like a clap of thunder to the poor girl, Megan’s hand remains on Eleanor’s burning backside.

Slowly, Megan starts to draw circles on the pinkened cheeks until her finger gently moves to the crack and starts to guide it up and down, down and up, keeping the pattern at an even pace. The Holostyle Watch continues to pulse the entire time that her finger moves up and down her sensitive butt crack.

“Oh! No! Nooooo…” Eleanor cries out.

“Do you want me to stop?” Megan asks.

“NO! Please!” Eleanor cries out. “Don’t stop!”

Obviously, Megan needs no further insistence and she lets her middle finger dip between the poor girl’s cheeks. Her finger makes contact with Eleanor’s butthole for the briefest of seconds before tracing it to her sex. The moment her finger makes contact with her sex, the Holostyle Watch sends a powerful current into Eleanor’s body and the feeling becomes so intense that it consumes her entire body and all of the planets in her personal solar system align in sweet bliss.

“Oh! Oh! OHHHH!” Eleanor cries out.

“Um, did she just….” Matt pauses, his face becoming as red as a tomato.

“Did she ever! Holy shit, she had an orgasm I could only dream of! She totally ruined these pants!” Megan exclaims.

The words barely register with Eleanor as she feels herself drifting off to unconsciousness. She feels completely drained and her eyelids become heavier and heavier until her eyes close and she becomes a limp, lifeless doll on Megan’s lap. The Holostyle Watch falls to the floor with a small clatter.