Sometimes Lisa could be a real bitch.  This was one of those times.  I could hear her giggle as she played with the remote, switching between the two vibrators, but at a setting that left me hanging because the vibrations that had taken me to the brink earlier, were now very . . . mild.<b>AND THEN SHE FUCKING STABBED ME.</b>With that damn electrical device. Under my breast.  Lifting me up onto my toes once more.<b>FUCK, THAT HURT!</b>Was she drawing blood?  Blind as I was, it was hard to tell how sharp those points were.  The electricity surging through them was distracting me from the sharpness of the points.  I let out a scream at that point followed by a few curses, unsure if she was trying to kill me.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>MMMMMMEEEEEAAAAAAAA   MMPH MMMUPH MMEPPPH!</b></span><br/><br/>The scream seemed not to affect her much.  Lisa kept shocking me, only she no longer jabbed me with the device.  The shocks still hurt, but I felt no blood dripping down from that first stab, so I calmed down a bit.  At least until the next shock to my other breast.  After that, it was a random attack on my whole body.  Sometimes she'd poked me and leave me cringing, waiting for a shock that didn't happen.  Then the next poke would be elsewhere, this time with a shock delivered.  Every shock was followed by a muffled squeal from me.  And every poke that didn't include a shock would still bring a whimper, as I braced myself for the worse.  She was turning me into a whimpering, cringing mess.  This was the sadistic side of her.  Had today been a bad day at work?<br/><br/>The shocks to my pussy were the worst.  To keep from screaming again, I chomped down on the cock in my mouth, once again making believe it was Lenny's.  If that cock was like a voodoo doll, perhaps he'd be feeling it now.  But just as I was starting to use that cock to control my screaming, Lisa decided to change the game.<br/><br/>Taking me down from the cross, she dragged me over to the bed and secured me spread-eagle.  The bed was a king size with securing points and straps at the four corners.  King size as in trying to stretch me to the point of splitting me in half like a drum stick.  The sheets were getting damp, because I was already a hot, sweaty mess.  But at least now we had moved from the pain phase (as in inflicting pain on me) to the pleasure phase (as in giving Lisa pleasure).  I was under no illusion that there was going to be much pleasure for me.  I could only hope.  I could hear her strip, which I had to admit, aroused me once more.<br/><br/>Pinning my arms down with her knees, Lisa said<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> "Right, my darling, you may cum as soon as I have." </span><br/><br/>The vibrators shot up to the highest settings.  Or at least higher than I'd felt up to this point.  I let out a long moan, the sound cut off when she squashed my face with her ass.  Breathing suddenly became an issue for me, as every time she came down on my face, she covered my nose.  And would hold that position as I struggled to breath.  She would only raise her ass up when my struggles became frantic enough for her to relent.  But after moving slowly up and down at first, she got into a rhythm, and began to pick up the pace.  She started bouncing up and down on my face like my head was some kind of bouncy toy.  By that time, I was growling in frustration behind my gag.  And as she started pulling on the chain connected to the nipple clamps, while teasing and tormenting my poor abused pussy, the growl became a scream of frustration.  DAMN that crotchstrap.<br/><br/>"HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO CUM UNDER THESE CIRCUMSTANCES," I yelled, though the gag garbled the words and her ass muffled the sound.<br/><br/>I only vaguely heard the other scream.  Was that coming from Lisa?  Was the BITCH finally cumming?  But then I heard what sounded like Anabelle yelling.  At least, I think it was Anabelle.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> </span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"What the fuck is going on here!?, Mom! What the fuck is she doing!?"</span><br/><br/>Lisa had plopped down on my face once more, making breathing AND hearing difficult.  Her knees were squeezing in on either side of my head.  Either she needed to take a piss, or she was about to cum.  My body thrashed around under her.  Probably expending what little oxygen I still had in my lungs.  But back to that other voice.  What the hell would Anabelle be doing here?  And why, now that I could no longer breathe, was I cumming?<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>MMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEPHHHHHHHHHHH</b></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">Was that me screaming or Lisa?  Or the other woman?  My brain was too foggy to tell.  But my body was spasming like crazy as I kept screaming out my orgasm.  I thought to myself "Could someone please turn off those damn vibrators?  And could someone please let me have some air now?"<br/>
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